Chapter 1217: You want to like me, like a little longer 169

Chapter 1217, you want to like me, like a little longer 169
At that time, on the main hall.
Wen Jian was on the ground and gave his own initiative to go to the South Xinjiang City to provoke the childish things. He also knows that the King will not let him go easily, and the end will not be good, but nevertheless He still has to say what he should say. He wants to tell his kingdom about his determination.
He wants to let the king know that he wants to be with the determination of the child.
But let him say that he is sincere, and the look of thousands of inks sitting on the seat is still plain, and there is no ups and downs of emotions. It seems that nothing is moving.
He waited for Wen Jie to finish his words, and drank the tea without hesitation. The tone was plain and whispered: "You can remember what Wang said to you when you came to the Lama Temple last time?"
Wen Jian nodded, his eyes wide and calmly looked at the king of the seat, and then said: "When Wang Ye said, Wen Jian has always been in mind, but even if the prince wants to interrupt my leg, I will not give up the childish.

Qian Qianmo smiled coldly: "Is it?"
He said, finally stood up from the seat, ordered the order, let Li Yuan take the crowbar with the punishment, did not let the next man shot, he personally took the crowbar, and did not mercy a stick down, Directly hit Wen Jian on the ground.
The eyes of Qian Qianmo became very cold, and the tone was cool and cold. There was a bit of coldness: "This king can understand your young and frivolous, but if you get to the head of the king's daughter, you have ten I can't be bold enough."
Wen Jian’s mouth suddenly spilled blood, and he squatted on the ground in pain. Because of the pain, the hands on the ground shook violently. It was so painful that even breathing was so hard, but he still had to bite his teeth and open his mouth. Say: "I... be naive, whether it is... paying more... great price..."
In the eyes of thousands of inks, he is more clearly and ridiculously ridiculous. He stands in front of Wen Jian and looks down at him. He is indifferent: "This king has not given you a chance, but he has not cherished it, you dare not, from the truth. From the moment you come out, you have no courage. At the moment, you tell the king that you want to marry her. The king will ask you, the king’s daughter is abandoned if you want to abandon it. Would you want to provoke it?

The more the thousands of inks say, the more chilly, the anger that can't be suppressed.
There are many ways that Wen Jian can solve. He is not the only way to go. He has chosen the one that hurts the most childish road. But after all, it is the choice of Wen Jian, and Qian Qian also respects him. So, he said to him at the beginning, as long as he no longer provokes youthfulness from now on, he will not blame Wen Jian what.
But as a result, it turned out that it took more than a month, and it was gentle and easy to get ridiculous, and it came back from southern Xinjiang with the youth...
Even if the childishness is blinded by love, but Qian Qianmo himself can never easily spare the gentleness of his words and unbelief.
Therefore, after hearing the words of Wen Jian and repeating the insane thoughts of Qing Qing, the eyes of Shen Qian’s eyes sank and he was hit by a stick. It was really necessary to interrupt the Wen Jian’s leg.
But the next moment, Qing Zi ran in from the outside and saw the scene of Wen Jian’s being beaten by the rod. His face was white, and he almost didn’t want to pounce on it. He hugged him in front of Qian Qianmo and hugged him. Ink's hand did not let the crowbar in his hand wave down again, followed by tears and fell down, sobbing and looking up: "Don't fight again."
(End of this chapter)