My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 5110 5.0862 Empathy

Basically, the young monk asked ten sentences, and she answered once in a while. The two "talked" very happily, and "talked" along the way.

Prince Mo was very depressed, and he wanted to take this young monk out of Xinsai Starfield.

But the daughter-in-law said that the young monk had not seen the real sunlight for many days, so he had to let him out and let the sun out, which was good for the development of children's bones.

Prince Mo was depressed and depressed all the way.

The little monk suddenly said, "Female donor! Or you let out the light too."

"No." The female donor mercilessly rejected his request, and the young monk couldn't help but flatten his mouth.

If a monk is thinking about chanting, she is annoying enough. If she comes to love the same light, how about this little day?

Can't you stand still?

Just listening to these two things can make people crazy.

"Guangguang has also been miserable for a while. No one in Starfield loves to talk to him. He is annoyed when he sees him, and keeps shutting him up. Xiaoyi doesn't like talking to him too much. Thinking about his experience, Xiaoxiong couldn't help feeling the same, and the more she thought about it, the more she could not help coming from her heart, and she was particularly sad. "

Everyone: ...

Listening to the first half of the little monk, he thought his sympathy was overflowing, and the second half of the style was not right.

After all, for a long time, the little monk was distressing himself.

Qiao Mu could not help but twitched his lips, and looked at him with a funny and angry look, "If you don't think about it all day long, how can you be annoyed by the brothers and sisters in the star domain?"

The young monk drew a small head and grieved, "Xiao Xun was born to care about her mind. If not, Master would not throw you to the female donor."

"Xiao Yan knows that although Master usually says nothing and only reads Amitabha, he must be very disgusted with Xiao Yan!"

Qiaomu wanted to laugh a little, but couldn't help but feel sorry for the sentimental little ghost, and hugged him, raised his hand on his smooth little head, and tapped politely.

"What nonsense? The old thief of Kongyin is bald, and the most concerned about you is from beginning to end."

"Your master doesn't say anything on weekdays. But his concern for you has never worn away."

"He's just ..." Not so reliable!

Master Qiaoqiao thought of this, couldn't help humming, raised his hand and touched it on Xiaoguang's head again. After turning his thoughts, he released the condenser.

As soon as the condenser was out, she immediately ran and ran two steps. When she saw Prince Mo sitting on the opposite side, her face was dark.

He took a step back with a wink, squeezing, leaning against the little monkey and sitting side by side with her.

So, on the seat over Prince Mo's side, he was empty, exuding extremely low black pressure.

On the side of the tree, there were five people crowded on the side of the chair, head to arm and arm to arm, tightly glued together.

This kind of polarization phenomenon, sees Prince Mo's mood more and more unhappy.

What's the matter, he is so frustrated, he usually fights with the summoning spirits, and with the beasts and pets, why have to fight with a few carrots at the moment!

Too irritating, Prince Mo's face is full of unhappy, unhappy, angry ...

As soon as Qiaomu looked up and saw the prince's **** face, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

She consciously moved to sit next to the Prince.

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Broken sensation, make two changes before ten o'clock tomorrow morning

(End of this chapter)