When the full-level boss picks up the zero-level petite bag

Chapter 88 Mr., your taste is so sweet (36)

An Er's eyes lit up, "Then I'll change where I live, will you just..."

"South Star!" The long magnetic bass sounded behind him, like a highly skilled piano piece, tapping the eardrums, attracting the listeners.

Nan Xing turned his head, and his round eyes lit up.

Jing Mo was wearing a well-fitting suit today, tall and handsome, with a golden necklace hanging between his chest and shoulders, looking noble and elegant.

She grabbed the hem of her long skirt and turned around, looking up at the handsome Jing Mo, her soft voice was full of joy, "Sir, take a good look today."

Jing Mo's icy eyes glanced at An Er who was behind him, and gently took Nan Xing's hand: "Let's go, the banquet is about to start."

"Mmmm, goodbye An'er." Nan Xing turned his head and waved at An'er.

"Okay, I'll find you after the banquet." Although he was suspicious of Jingmo's sudden interruption just now, An Er thought about it for a while, and still felt that he was thinking too much.

The Duke has lived for so many years and is not suitable for Nanxing.

He felt he was more suitable.

"Do you like An'er?" Pulling Nanxing to a relatively empty place, Jingmo asked bluntly.

"Sir, Aner is fine."

Jing Mo pursed his lips, and his expression gradually became indifferent, "Do you need me to marry you?"

Prince, have the right to give them marriage.

"Huh? Sir, I didn't say I wanted to be with An Er." Nan Xing hurriedly shook his head to explain.

"Then do you like him?" Jing Mo frowned in displeasure.

"An'er is Nanxing's very good friend, the first good friend." The little blood clan explained very seriously.

Jing Mo breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and squeezed her cheek, "Then do you like Mr.

"I like it, Mr. is very good to Nan Xing!" The little girl bent her eyes and smiled, her voice was extremely sweet.

"Well, go to Fei Eryi, don't lose yourself."

The ceremony was about to begin, and he was afraid that he would not have time to think about this little thing.

"Hmm, sir, you can do it!" Knowing that he would accept the challenge later, Nan Xing clenched his small fist to cheer him up.

Jing Mo's eyes were smooth with a touch of tenderness, "Don't worry."

[System: Host, do you need the system to give you some power?This can be a quick fix. 】

【Need not. 】

He didn't pay any attention to this battle, and the arrogance of the blood clan did not allow this kind of cheating.

[System: Good host, the system wishes you a successful start. 】

After the acceptance ceremony, the solemn and solemn hall gradually rejoiced.

And dozens of dukes were also arranged in order and began to challenge one by one.

"Mom, will sir be hurt?"

"You won't be seriously injured, this is just a ritual, don't worry."

Fei'eryi still knows a little about the canonization of the prince.

Most of the time, the prince's adults are generally very lenient and will not take the initiative to take action. Only when the junior steps up to challenge the shot, will he raise his hand to resolve it.

This kind of ceremony is a simple process, small fights, and at most minor injuries.

Nan Xing calmed down and watched the above challenge seriously. It was not very intense. Occasionally, some blood races who really wanted to challenge were easily resolved by Mr.

"Next challenger, Dean."

A man with silver hair came to the stage, his appearance was more handsome than the average duke, and he was the youngest of the dukes.

(End of this chapter)