Hurriedly took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, in this situation, you can't let him smell it for too long, otherwise he will easily change back to his original form!

"I said you young people, you just can't help but fall! If you fall, you will fall out of the problem, and besides, how old are you, and your hair is so white! "The leading general did not shy away from speaking in front of so many people!

Yuan Bao nodded awkwardly and hurriedly pulled him aside!

But Bai Chenchu was like being paralyzed, weak, his eyes were dull, and he stared directly at the carriage, as if he only had the carriage in his eyes.

Feng Xiaoyang wanted to help, but he still had a Jiu'er in his hand. In the middle of the night, when he saw that his "mother" didn't do anything, he would never help!

Only Shi Ji, an honest man, hurried to help!

It is also wiping sweat and handing water, so considerate that the ingots feel ashamed!

"Calm down, we haven't gone out yet!" Yuan Bao reminded in a whisper that she didn't want to be treated as a monster, and then take it to the sky!

Bai Chenchu also began to come back to his senses, rubbed his head, and said softly: "What's wrong with me?" ”

"You almost went crazy! You must have smelled mint, and there must have been mint on that wagon! Yuan Bao said seriously, looking back at the carriage, she was very curious, what was the mint in the carriage going to do?

Could it be to cover up some smell?

She often sees people put mint after killing people to hide the smell in order to confuse their sense of smell! Don't......

The more I thought about it, the more I felt infiltrated, and Yuan Bao couldn't help but snort.

"Is it cold?" When Bai Chen saw this for the first time, he asked with concern.

"No, I, let's go back and continue to stand." Yuan Bao smiled dryly, helped Bai Chenchu, and returned to the palace gate again.

The mint flavor has a great impact on Baichen Chu, and Baichen Middle School "got sick" three times in the middle of the middle school, and each time he was dragged by Yuanbao and Shi Ji! While dragging, he was drooling and sticking out his tongue from time to time, making it almost impossible to look at him directly.

The leading soldier sighed helplessly, and had to sigh at this world: "Now in this world, I really look at my face!" It doesn't matter if he is good-looking, General Yu is too, and everyone will go directly to me. ”

"Hehe, I'm sorry for the trouble." Yuan Bao smiled awkwardly.

After three "illnesses", Bai Chenchu was a little crazy, his eyes were red, he forcibly held back his saliva, his eyes kept staring at the carriage, and his hands tightly grabbed his trouser legs. Try to keep yourself from jerking off and try to keep your image as good as possible.

After waiting here for a long time, there was a sound from the beacon, and the soldiers around rushed in with their knives!

A few people stood stupidly in place, not knowing what the situation was.

"Quick! Fast! The general is calling us to battle! ”

"There's an enemy raid!"

"Everyone bring their weapons, hurry up!"

The scene was chaotic, only the five of them stood stupidly under the palace gate, not knowing what to do!

After a while, all the people around me ran away! There were only five of them left, standing stupidly.

Bai Chenchu swallowed his saliva and his eyes were red: "Yuanbao, should we go and check if there is anything dirty on the carriage?" ”

"Don't make trouble, Gong Yan and they haven't come yet, you bear with it first!" Yuan Bao hurriedly grabbed his hand to prevent him from losing control.

Jiu'er tilted her head to look at them, and said regretfully: "Poor eighth prince, this looks like he is addicted, and he has to quit!" ”

"Hmm...... It was also the first time I knew that foxes were still addicted to mint! Feng Xiaoyang said with a soft laugh.

Midnight froze, looking at the pot of flowers in a daze, as well as their "mother", what are they talking about? Why can't he understand anything?

Also, Fang is talking to the "mother" in that pot of flowers? He's really not dreaming?