Chapter 201: The Seventh King of the Weak Chicken King (18) Happy Holidays~ Plus More~

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The Huagu Opera sings the Yaoqu "Chou Song Fu", and the two men on the stage are dressed in a love story. It really makes people look red.
Luo Dingchen looked at the tears in the audience, and the Chu Nan string next to her looked so sad at her, frowned and said: "Suddenly, I regret to take you out to see the show."
"Don't regret it, don't regret it." She looked at him as she frowned, and hurriedly shook her head: "How good it is! For love, you can be brave, no matter what."
"That doesn't need to be so sad!" He touched her little head gently, and his eyes were full of smiles.
In fact, he just didn't want to see her sad appearance.
"Also!" Luo Ding felt that he nodded reasonably, and deliberately joked: "These scenes of death and death are all happening in the drama. If one day we are like their ordinary encounters, they will have to face each other." Fly."
"I won't leave you!" His beautiful voice swayed like a moon, revealing a steady light.
"Our grandfather, so serious!" She habitually leaned beside him, raising a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
This is a playful word, but I never thought about it. He was so serious.
"Let's let one let, let one let, Prince's visit is not fast to see." Just as Luo was looking at the dust, the door was noisy.
"Run, my grandfather is here!"
"Don't kill me, don't kill me... ah--" Then there was a scream, and the exclaimed man fell into a pool of blood.
She slightly decapitated and saw the frown of the Chunan string.
The people around me heard the words, and there was some panic in an instant. Folk rumors, the prince is cold and proud, and the means are very.
It’s time to see a real person, but it’s not that the three souls are missing.
"Ah--" Luo Ding just got up and was hit by a rough man. Then a group of people came up and pushed her to a corner next to the pillar.

Dumping—
Chu Nan’s eyes watched as she drowned in the crowd, but there was no way to catch it.
But he did not give up, although his face was pale as snow, but still rushed into her direction and rushed into the scalp.
His heart was settled a little until she saw her cute look.
I saw him rushing forward and grabbing her arm for a moment. He suddenly found out that at almost the same time, her other arm was also caught.
Jun Yao’s mouth reveals a fascinating smile, and he looks at the dusty eyes in front of him:
If a girl likes this flower drum show, this Prince can let them enter the Chu Wangfu, singing at night, to repay the girl’s day... Grace."
His voice fell, his eyes picked up slightly, and he looked at the Chunan string not far away, and his eyes were full of provocation.
"Thank you for the Prince to find my wife." Chu Nan string eyes converge, gently pull Luo dust to pull around. Looking directly at the front of the enchanting eyes, the whole body exudes a kind of indifference that refuses people thousands of miles away.
"Oh?" Jun Yao screamed at the corner of his mouth, seemingly unwilling to let go of the dusty arm, and the thin lips whispered: "You are welcome."
After that, he took his hand and walked in the direction of the troupe.
"From today on, you will go to the Chu Wangfu to sing. If the girl does not like it, you will think about whether you still have the need to live in this world." His enchanting voice slowly sounded like a demon. Well, incoming her eardrum.
"Do not……"
She still wanted to say something, but was stopped by the Chu Nan string next to her.
He turned gently, his brow was locked, and she looked at her and shook her head.