Chapter 1849: 3.295 His Royal Highness

Chapter 1849 3.295 His Highness Stayed
As soon as Qiaomu moved his fingertips, he repeatedly popped up hundreds of attacking runes and flew towards the old man.
Just listening to the loud noise, the old man with an eyebrow frowning, smashed the attacking sign thrown by the trees with fireballs, and glanced at the trees with an ugly look.
Although the tree was surrounded by fire, it was unscathed, and the water hood that appeared on the skin was a good way to isolate the flames.
The old man's eyes flashed again and again, and his heart could not help raising a few strokes of wonder!
This little girl who came from Xia Xingyu is full of magic weapons and holy beasts. She does n’t say that her understanding and cultivation have reached such a level. Even at a young age, such people can be called peerless Genius.
In the long sky, Prince Mo standing on Jinlong's back, took out a vine branch between his hands, and frowned.
Xiaoshu didn't respond at all. Was something wrong, or was he just wrong?
It stands to reason that if Qiao Qiao really had to be near him, through the branches of the small tree, she would definitely be able to contact her and even enter the Taoyuan Star.
But now, the little tree is unresponsive. Morin groaned and put away the vine branch and looked up.
I saw eight Pegasus horses with four hoofs walking along the sky.
With the sounds of celestial beings descending from the sky, a sound of some coquettishness sounded crisply, "His Royal Highness, please stay away! Princess Aurora King Pangu Jingjing, please see."
Wu Diji held his knife, raised his eyebrow slightly, and touched his chin. "Pangu princess in the aurora sandy land? Isn't that the sandy region outside Sanzhou, the largest genius princess?"
"It is said to be a great beauty! Lao Tzu was only thirteen when she left Divine Land. At that time, Princess Jing was already known by everyone and everyone knew it."
Everyone silently calculated the age of Princess Jing in her heart, and that is the Princess Jing. Now it must be at least twenty-seven.
Dao Wu rarely said that he had spent more than ten years in the tower, and that 27 or 8 was estimated to be too few.
"This princess Jing is a legend." Sao Wou-ki displayed his own news and said with a smile, "It is said that she went to the battlefield at the age of nine, and when she was twelve years old, she battled the trolls with each other. The army of 100,000 horses has been defeated steadily. It is a legend that will not let the eyebrows ... "
"Little Seven." The prince's cold voice sounded, interrupting the endless torrent of swords.
Yan Qi fluttered the dragon's tail, and immediately speeded up, bypassing from the side with a sigh, the dragon groaned, the dragon's tail slammed heavily, and the blast of wind screamed eight Pegasus hissing and screaming, almost from the sky Fall down.
His face turned pale, and he hurriedly reached for his reins, soothing Pegasus for a while.
The inviting round-faced maid, with a pale face, looked at the place where the dragon went away, biting her teeth secretly, "Princess! The Prince left without a word."
A faint voice came from the carriage, "It's okay, just keep up."
The maid waited a moment, then instructed the coachman, "The princess has orders, follow up."
The coachman nodded, and the horse whip immediately followed.
Sword Promise stood behind Mo Lian, looked back, and coughed softly, "Pangu people have followed."
Morin was unmoved, not even raising her eyelids.
Sword Promise raised his hand and touched his nose.
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Continue at 3:30 pm
(End of this chapter)