Dear Princess, Run Slowly

"You are not too overbearing," said Yan. "Everyone knows that his royal highness is due to some unexpected reasons."

An Yuwei's face is full of camouflaged worries, which was still fresh and pretty face, at this time is full of false concern.

Feng Qianshi pursed her lips and wanted to come forward.

"Knowing that I'm a princess means I'm still smart."

Jun Mo read a faint smile, the wind Qianshi to the front push.

Feng Qianshi was reluctant. Originally, his cultivation was not as good as Junmo Nian. But because of the blessing of peach blossom, Junmo Nian also needs to use some strength.

Push for a long time, the wind still does not move, Jun Mo read not good voice said.

"Why don't you come here first?"

"I don't know."

Feng Qianshi is right and strong, but he moves to Junmo.

An Yuwei's face is not very good-looking. She glares at Feng Qianshi.

A trace of ruthless calendar in the eyes flashed quickly. It seems that we need to find a way to teach the boy who has no dignity and inferiority.

Huang Yan is still reluctant to give up, fingers wringing clothes, think of the backyard of the family that a few swineherd, immediately dissatisfied.

The waiters in her backyard, even if they all add up, are not as good-looking as Feng Qianshi. If for any reason, she will not think about food and tea for a few days.

Thinking of this, she did not care about the nobility and inferiority of the Lord, and went to Jun Mo Nian.

The horizontal meat squeezed her small eyes even smaller, so that people could barely see them.

Huang Yan raised her head and suddenly knelt down on one knee. The sound was painful.

Jun Mo read no accident, just a faint smile.

But then she looked like a dandy princess.

"Well, how dare you, an official lady, fight with the princess? Don't think too much of yourself

Say, Jun Mo read also don't let Huang Yan get up, just look up, toward the direction of an Yuwei smile.

That smile, contains quite deep, but did not wait for an Yuwei to think more.

"although this princess is weak in temperament, no one is in front of me, but also lowers her head."

An Yuwei is a little at a loss. She just wanted to help Huang Yan get the little boy and give the future sister-in-law a challenge. How could she think that things would turn out like this.

Think of this, her lips pale, fingertips tightly into the palm, came bursts of sharp pain, she just reluctantly put away the face of those embarrassed look.

Huang Yan's eyes look at Jun Mo Nian fiercely at this time, but because Jun Mo Nian is covered with white silk, she can't see this scene at all.

"Princess highness, the little woman knows her identity is humble, and she is afraid to compete with her royal highness."

Huang Yan said, gnashing her teeth at Jun Mo Nian's pretty posture.

, this sentence is undoubtedly a kind of self reliant high hat for Jun Mo Nian. If it is spread out, though it dare not mention it on the face, in private, someone will say that the princess is not.

"The princess is not so unkind, if you can win the wind childe Your father's Princess guanben can speak to his father. "

Say, Jun Mo read a behind wind Qianshi forward a push, wind Qianshi originally because Huang Yan that look unhappy, now was so no image of a push, immediately dissatisfied.

Jun's face is full of Well, I don't know.

Huang Yan's eyes brightened when she saw the retreated Feng Qianshi, and the mung bean's eyes, which were squeezed by the meat, also sparkled with a little surprise.

An Yuwei can't understand the intention of Jun Mo Nian, so she can only look in the direction of Jun Mo Nian in doubt.

"You too, Princess Ann."

Jun Mo Nian points to an Yuwei, a spoiled princess.

"Me? Isn't that bullying the young master? "

An Yuwei points to herself. She is a cultivator of level 8 of the spirit. At best, her accomplishments are no more than level 4 of the spirit.

And with a brute force of Huang Yan, this is not to beat the rhythm?

Did the princess not like the wind childe at all, so she found the reason to get rid of the little childe?

is a cipher in the Royal Highness. It is easy to get rid of a nobody but a respected figure has to find some obscure means.

Do you mean

What kind of official is this young man? Or what kind of senior officials are their relatives?

An Yuwei is thinking here, eyes from time to time toward Jun Mo Nian doubt insidious look.

On the surface, the princess seems to have no intention, but actually, she thought of this move to kill people with a knife?

Jun Mo Nian didn't really think that much

Girl, you think too much.

Feng Qianshi at this time, in a hurry to avoid Huang Yan's sword, not easy to catch breath, to Huang Yan's eyes, suddenly tumbling in the stomach.

The hand quickly coagulates a spirit power wave, hurls toward Huang Yan's chest.But it was blocked by an Yuwei.

There was a clear sound.

Jun Mo Nian watched, shouting "come on" from time to time. The rest She really doesn't care about anything.

Feng Qianshi doesn't know what she thinks. Now his eyes are full of anarchic weapons and silver lights of an Yuwei and Huang Yan.

Shua Shua -

the sound of weapons piercing the air is all around my ears. The wind is thousand years old, and my eyebrows and eyes are slightly awe inspiring, so I can quickly escape.

Junmo read slightly crooked head, listen to debate.

Throw a sword in your hand in the direction of the sound.

The sword is silvery white, illuminating the black eyes of Feng Qianshi.

Catch it, a bone chilling to the wrist.

Jun Mo read lips slightly hook "wind son, come on!"

Feng Qianshi suddenly gave her a bad look, but deep in the eye, there was unspeakable doting.

At the moment of catching the sword, a force was uploaded from the wrist to Dantian.

Instilling every meridian in his body, his eyes narrowed slightly, and those peach blossom insects on his body began to heat up slowly.

"Young master, are you ok?"

An Yuwei looks at Feng Qianshi worriedly, but the silver sword in her hand still stabs at his chest.

Feng Qianshi is speechless. The sword in his hand pulls out the scabbard in an instant. His wrist turns quickly. Leng Jian turns to his back and perfectly resists the sword stabbed by an Yuwei.

"Isn't miss an a little anxious?"

Feng Qianshi smiles a little, and the cold sword in her hand exerts a little force. A strong spiritual force flies out along the body of the sword. An Yuwei's hand holding the sword suddenly numbs and her whole body softens. She loses her strength in an instant, and the sword falls to the ground.

A cloud of dust rose.

Panic raised his head, on the wind is thousands of that smiling eyes.

From beginning to end, an Yuwei didn't know how Feng Qianshi did it.

The meridians on the hand seem to be frozen for a moment.

Can't move!

She has been unable to pay attention to these, her veins! There seems to be something wrong!

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