The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

As soon as it was pushed down, Hu Xiang, who was also tied up like a watermelon, rolled to Sima Qing's side, and hit his head heavily on his waist, making a low muffled sound.

Before I could react, Sima Yang grabbed my hand and exited the bustling crowd.

I looked at Sima Yang puzzled: "Aren't we going to save them?"

Sima Yang looked back at the overcrowded platform: "Let's go shopping first and then come back."

shopping?Weapons?But there are already a lot of them on the platform! [

I trotted along behind Sima Yang: "What do you want to buy? A knife? A sword? But I don't know martial arts!"

Well, I have decided that when I save people, I will hide in a corner, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to Sima Yang.

Sima Yang glanced at me, and a sly smile appeared on his face, like ripples in a calm lake, rippling round and round: "No, let's go buy something lively."

Hilarious stuff?what is it?

Along the way, I hopped around Sima Yang like a sparrow, chattering and asking non-stop, but he smiled and refused to say a word.

Car, mysterious!

After passing through a long alley, Sima Yang and I came to a shop selling firecrackers, bought large and small bags of firecrackers, and carried them to the scene of the martial arts competition like a bag of rice.