The eldest princess lay straight on the ground.

Mo Yinyuan narrowed his eyes. Although he was angry, he was still the daughter he loved since childhood.

He shouted to Eunuch Lin and others: "What are you doing while standing there? Why don't you send the eldest princess back quickly!"

Eunuch Lin asked someone to go and get rid of the sedan chair.

After a while, the guards carried the sedan chair over, and the eldest princess was carried onto the sedan chair by the guards.

Mo Yinyuan was also sternly looking to take the imperial chasing and leave, his sleeve was suddenly caught.

He looked at the white and fat little broken hand on his sleeve, and his eyes sank impatiently: "Let go!"

"Dad is not generous and kills everyone!"

Jiaojiao tried to reason with him: "Dad wants to be a good person, but it's wrong to kill people!"

"She hurt you, but you want to let her go?"

Jiaojiao thought about it, tilted her head, her cat's eyes were bent, and the dimples smiled sweetly, "Then dad can hit her on the board."

The King of Sick Sick looked impatient and cold: "Woman's kindness! How could I have such a stupid daughter like you!"

"Dad~"

"Impossible! There is only one way to die if you anger me!" The King of Sick Disease said with a cold and ruthless look on his face.

Jiaojiao's small mouth flattened, and her cat's eyes were wet and coquettish: "Jiaojiao gave you a birthday gift. My father released her and the envoy's uncle. If you kill someone, you will go to the eighteenth level of hell."

Eighteen Hells?

It’s not that Mr. Dalian has never heard of this, but it was the first time he heard it from a three-year-old kid, and he couldn’t help but find it funny.

Oh!

This little kid thinks he is so threatening me, and I am afraid of a chance?

Are I afraid of things like the Eighteen-level hell?

joke!

"Dad~" the little guy begged wateryly.

His cold eyes met her eyebrows that were exactly the same as him, and his heart suddenly felt soft.

"Hmph! It depends on your performance!"

Mo Yinyuan snorted, pulled back his sleeves, and strode to Yu and drove him away.

Only Jiaojiao is left alone in the pond.

A willow tree brushed across her blue hair, making her look lonely and weak.

When Jiaojiao saw her father disappearing, she hugged her little bottle and returned to Xianyou Palace.

Suddenly, she saw the boy in black standing at the door of Linhua Palace.

The boy had no emotions on his face, and a green leaf fell on his sleeve.

He shook the leaf off slightly impatiently, then turned around and entered Linhua Palace.

"Beautiful brother, wait."

Jiaojiao rushed over with her short legs, stood behind him, raised her face, and asked him: "The beautiful brother just saw Su Busu? That beautiful brother didn't speak for Jiaojiao?"

Yan Jinglan stopped and he looked slightly, Jiaojiao only saw his beautiful side face, her eyes hiding a gloomy dark light, and her thin lips also curled up a sarcastic curve.

His voice was even colder.

"Who are you mine?"

The boy's words meant.

Who are you mine?

Why should I help you?

Jiaojiao pointed at her fingers and Baozi felt very aggrieved: "Kesu, Jiaojiao is now a friend of her beautiful brother."

My mother said that friends should help each other.

Hearing this, Yan Jinglan pulled out a very cold curve again with a thin lips. He glanced at her disdainfully from the corner of his eyes, "I don't need friends."

After saying that, he entered Linhua Palace without looking back and closed the door again.

Jiaojiao bit her lower lip and said aggrievedly: "How can a beautiful brother lie?"

She agreed that she touched the big black snake, and they were good friends.

Fraud.
Chapter completed!