Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

"This is the movement of the seven-story protective cover being attacked." Leng Yan frowned lightly and said lightly, "These people have come fast, presumably they have been planning for a long time. What are you going to do? If you let them go, they will The protective cover of the seven-story sea is broken, and the aquarium is like a tortoise without a turtle shell. It can only be slaughtered by anyone. Still decide to stand by? "

"Don't they think they are capable? Then this temple gives them a chance to show." A meaningful smile hung on his face, his eyes narrowed slightly, don't say it with deep meaning. Hitting a ring finger, the body of him and Leng Yetong have undergone significant changes.

"Is this ...?" Leng Yetong looked at her shrinking body and said in surprise, listening to her completely changed voice, holding her back and touching her throat. Position, touched his face again, and then looked at the little man next to him, exclaimed, "Langao !? Right, what is going on?"

"Master, everything is entrusted to you, we are going to the theater." Luo Yan, with blue face and body, looked up at Beichen Moxuan. The tender voice made Beichen Moxuan shiver. .

In this way, this voice is good for the bluebird, and most people will certainly not see the clue. But the problem is that he knows that the blue cricket is not the blue cricket, so the immature voice is spoken by the old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years, and his scalp is numb.

"Master, did you listen to me? Hurry up when you hear it. I'm still waiting to see the show. I won't be able to catch up with the opening soon." Seeing Beichen Moxuan not talking, Luo Yan frowned slightly, unhappy. However, the immature voice can't play any deterrent effect no matter how cold the tone is, it sounds like a child being coquettish.

"Is this attitude, am I the young master, or are you the young master?" Can clearly understand the mood Luo Luo wants to express at this time, Beichen Moxuan rubbed his head and said helplessly.

"From now on, you are the young master, but I'm not the little servant who listens to you." The tender voice sounded loudly, with a harmless baby face, the child's innocence. Beichen Moxuan is really difficult to overlap two people. One is purely like a little white rabbit, and the other is black and cunning like a big gray wolf. It is really an extreme contrast.

"If not, how about you as a young master, and I come to be a bluebird?" Beichen Moxuan smiled helplessly, raised an eyebrow, and suggested.

"Don't, when the young master is too tired, I just want to be a theater person, there is no need to put myself on the main seat." Luo Yan shook his head gently, and refused without thinking. Frowning frowns, urging slightly displeasedly, "Hurry up and miss the opening moment."

"Crazy, are you still in the mood to go to the theater now? It's already ..." Leng Yue called Luo Luo, and before he finished speaking, there was another loud noise, and the accompanying There was a violent shaking.

"Hurry on, let's go, no matter what, we really have to miss the opening." Luo Yan's big bright eyes twinkled with excitement, holding her with one hand, and pulling the sleeve of Beichen Moxuan with one hand, said With a 'go', the three rushed out of the sea seven layers like light.