MTL - Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping-Chapter 189 The seventh king of the weak chicken prince (6) is the little cute plus for the vote~

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"No...no." Chu Nanxian shook his head, and the slender fingertip took the kettle and poured a glass. After drinking it, he smiled and said: "Good drink."

He is just a little happy, I don't know why, she has changed...

Chu Nanxian only feels that there is a feeling of Fanghua in the heart, like a dream, a sweet dream.

"It seems that I know you very well!" Luo Dian Chen saw his embarrassed look, deliberately glanced at the mourning around him, joking.

"Pour the king, I don't dare to read." The thought was so scared by her, her face was pale and hurriedly explained.

Luo dumped the dust and heard a smile: "Cute you! Yes, I just heard people say that the king of Chu will hold a hunt in Songqiu Mountain tomorrow?"

According to the impression of the original Lord, there is indeed such a hunting. At that time, the original master still went to the south of the string, he did not want to go, and later went under the soft and hard foam of the original master.

In the impression, she remembered correctly, when Songqiu Mountain was hunting, Chubei night almost ordered the life of Chu Nanxian.

If it weren’t for the thought of blocking the arrow for him, he would have died.

"Yes!" He nodded and said: "Unfortunately, Nanye can't go."

“Why can't I go?” Luo Dianqian glanced at the Chunan string: “How can I win if I don’t?”

"Dumping dust--" Chu Nan's eyebrows are slightly stunned, and suddenly there is a sense of loss in the bottom of my heart.

In the past, he did not care about the eyes of others, but now there is a feeling of wanting to protect her.

"Reliably, let's go and join in the fun." She blinked at him and rubbed her lips.

However, if God gives her another chance, she will not go hunting in this Songqiu Mountain.

The system is correct, and the ending has changed without knowing it.

Although, she hates such a change.

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Early in the morning, Luo Ding put on the men's clothing that is convenient for riding. The Chunan string is wearing a plain white robes. He loves white and has a feeling of being muddy and not dyed.

"It’s so beautiful." Luo looked at him with his lips sullen, and he couldn’t help but feel happy.

It is no wonder that the shackles in the Chu Wangfu can't help but stop at the heart of the temple. After all, Chu Nanxian is not a good-looking one.

It is a fascination that fascinates thousands of girls.

It is no wonder that there are already dead Wang Hao, but some people still want to marry.

Sure enough, it looks like money!

"Tipping is talking about you, or saying me." Chu Nan string picked up the wooden comb next to the mirror, slowly brushing her three thousand green silk.

He is a very casual person. Although he is the son of the king of Chu, he has also been given the title by the present, but he rarely claims to be the king.

Whether it is for her, or for the thoughts.

She slammed together and smiled with a negative hand: "Of course it is you!"

"But I think it's best to look at it..." He was a little shy and blushing, and his mouth twitched with a charming smile.

She also smiled at him, and the petals of the sea otter outside the window floated in the wind, and the painting was quiet and beautiful.

"Yeah, pour the king, it's time to go!" The voice of the thoughts sounded outside the house.

Luo Dust gently put on the arm of Chu Nanxian, smiled sweetly at him, and walked toward the house.

Chu Nanxian glimpsed a little, after a few seconds, the backhand handed her hand to the palm of her hand.

She only felt that a warm heat came from the palm of her hand, so deep.

Just out of the Chu Wangfu, she saw the male North Chu from the plane.

I saw him in a purple Xuanyi, giving a sense of prestige, stood next to a thousand moon in a goose-yellow dress.

Luo's dusty eyes just inadvertently drifted over the face of Chu Bei night, did not make a slight stop.

Chu Bei’s night was a glimpse of her heart. When she saw herself, her eyes were always on him.

Today, she is not only so sweetly holding the hand of Chu Nanxian, she has never looked at him.

He only felt that his heart was particularly uncomfortable, and he wanted to find a sense of existence in the next second.