Immortals are on their way: a fairy sister fell from the sky

Chapter 122
Take precautions, but I don't know if the prince will listen to her.

Sure enough, the prince frowned and said disdainfully: "Is there such a secret recipe handed down from the ancestors? Could it be that he would not eat or drink for three days and be wrapped in a quilt? That would make him die faster."

Yuai closed her eyes, so she didn't argue with him, since she had spoken clearly.

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Sleeping in a daze, his body was shaken suddenly.

"Get up." The prince's hard voice sounded next to his ear.

Yuai was sleepy, and the prince kept harassing her, she got angry and shouted: "Don't quarrel with me, don't quarrel with me, Xiaosan, come and throw him out."

After a while of silence, a voice of gnashing of teeth was suddenly heard, "Little San?"

Yuai woke up like a dream, and then remembered that she was not in heaven, and felt the quilt pulling on her body, so Yuai quickly grabbed it.

In front of him is a chubby little hand... Needless to say, his body must have shrunk again.

No, you can't let him tear off the quilt.

Yuai gritted her teeth, grabbed the quilt with all her strength, curled up her small body, and became more and more anxious.

The prince tugged for a while, and found that the person under the quilt seemed to be having sex with him, his face became more gloomy, "Xiao Yu, let go."

"Don't let it go, Prince, Xiao Yu's illness is improving, don't take my quilt away."

"Are you stupid to be the prince? Let go quickly."

"Don't let it go."

The prince's eyes were unpredictable, he let go of the quilt, and slowly added internal force to his palm, and he was about to slap the quilt.

The carriage staggered suddenly, the sound of the coachman falling to the ground was heard loudly, the prince lost his balance, and fell towards Yuai, a sharp arrow grazed the top of his head, and pierced fiercely into the wall of the carriage.

A stern light flashed in the prince's eyes, he quickly hugged the man into his arms together with the quilt, and walked out.

There was already a circle of black-clothed men outside, all of them had fierce eyes, and the momentum of swearing that they would not give up until they reached their goals.

"Who are you?"

Even though he was seriously injured, with a burden on his hand surrounded by many people, the prince's aura was no weaker than them, just a look in his eyes made them chill.

"Prince, we are here to see you off for the last time."

(End of this chapter)