Descent of the Phoenix: 13 Years Old Princess Consort

If audio player doesn't work, press Stop then Play button againAt this time, a middle-aged uncle selling steamed stuffed buns in front of him suddenly roared loudly and rushed into the crowd with a kitchen knife in his hand. "Dead boy, I dare to steal your uncle's bun. I want you to steal it. I want you to steal it..." The ferocious voice and ferocity, even if the street is so noisy, can't block.

Immediately, in the crowded street, there was a big way out.

Ryukyu happened to be walking here. He glanced at the squint.

I saw half of the big boys in front of me. They should be 11 or 12 years old. They were dressed in rags. Their hair was messy like a chicken coop. They were dirty and could hardly see what they were.

At this time, the dark hands holding two white Sheng, still steaming hot steamed buns, desperate to rush to this side.

While running, I still don't forget to put buns in my mouth.

Obviously, I'm starving to the extreme.

Ryukyu glanced back and saw nothing.

She would not think that rushing forward, buying these two buns for the boy, or giving him some money, is doing good deeds, is showing her kindness.

She is not kind. She only knows the law of existence.

Holding the horse, Ryukyu, xuanyuanche and Yunzhao didn't pay attention to them. None of the three were too compassionate.

I don't want them to ignore me. The little beggar is running towards them.

Without two times, he bumped into xuanyuanche, who was walking in the periphery.

"I'll let you run and tell you to steal my steamed buns. I'll chop your hands and see if you dare..." After catching up with the boss of baozi shop, he raised the kitchen knife in his hand and rushed over.

The little beggar has rushed to xuanyuanche's body. The road ahead is just blocked by xuanyuanche's horse. All of a sudden, his eyes will pop out.