Chapter 2383: 4.073 Distressed to death

Chapter 2383 4.073 Distressed
When he gazes at you coldly, the psychological pressure that he brought to you is really not lost to His Majesty!
The father-in-law said more respectfully, "I don't know why His Royal Highness was angry, the old slaves will take them ..."
"No need." Morin gave him a cold look, "throw away! I'm not interested to see it again."
Tong, with several young men in black, appeared silently behind the prince, flew forward directly, picked up the four flesh-haired palace ladies, and jumped off the wall.
Father Hu :!
His wayward grandfather, what is this to do?
The Prince's cold eyes crossed Hu's face, and he turned away without a word.
Leaving a group of people kneeling or paralyzed on the ground, look at me and look at you, but no one dares to stand up on his own initiative.
Molian tightened her fist, walked quickly into the house, and closed the door of the chamber with her backhand.
A pair of phoenixes full of indifference and coldness, when they saw the little girl who was quietly lying on the bed, her eyes lightened softly and softly.
Three steps and two steps ran forward, as soon as Merlin's arms were closed, she held the little boy tightly in her arms.
Hold tightly, hold tightly, tightly ...
A baby so proud of him is now so ignorant, so disgusted, so disgusted, and tossed by a few who are inferior.
He is distressed.
He was so distressed.
It's all because he's not good, because he's not careful enough, because he's not hard enough, enough to pay, not good enough ...
So she suddenly disappeared.
He was getting scared and scared.
Especially when you close your eyes, you will somehow think of her eyes staring into the distance, and tell him: I once had a very distant dream, in the dream ...
No, no, impossible, impossible.
It was just a dream, she would never go back again, she would never go back to that dream again.
She won't lose him and go back to her dream.
Absolutely not!
He clenched her hands tightly, resting on her shoulders, without realizing that he was shaking in a difficult and restrained manner.
He hugged her, as if he were hugging now, and always forever.
There was a murmur in his mouth, his eyes shattered and blurred, "Where are you, where did you go ..."
The furry little ermine jumped slightly and jumped to someone's chest. He turned his head and glanced at it with a little confusion, the rustling wind.
Stone Slope Here, except for the odd-shaped stones surrounded by the four walls, let alone a seventh-level spirit beast. Except this little marten, even a third-level beast has never been seen.
When the moon breaks, she finds a place in Shitou slope, drinks and sleeps, and lets her stroll around here.
It was almost dark now, and it seemed that there was no intention of leaving.
The little marten looked up and stepped on someone's chest with a small paw.
But someone was holding the chubby small body with one hand.
"Don't make trouble, sleep again." Broken Moon reached out and blocked the glare of the setting sun.
The little white marten got out from under his arm, and his paw scratched lightly on his arm.
Broken Moon shrank her arms, opened her eyes, and a pair of excellent peach eyes, under the flow of the setting sun, it seemed that there was an inseparable starlight floating in the eyes.
"Tick your little paws again!" He threatened, his fists raised.
(End of this chapter)