Chapter 119: Poison the prince

Feng Chenglin twitched the corner of his mouth and motioned with his eyes: "Three young masters, give the beast to the sixth prince!"

Didn't your kid say you want to hold the thigh of the Sixth Prince? !

Taking advantage of this opportunity, it's so nice to have a favor, give it!

Who knows Ling Luoyu blindly cannot see: "I'm sorry, Sixth Prince, this little beast...I want it!"

Cheng Lin was messed up in the wind: "Three Young Masters..."

Damn, it's you who held the thigh, and you were the one who carried it to the end.

Getcher had an evil fire towards Ling Luoyu, and when she saw her being so ignorant of raising her, she stepped forward and furious.

"Ling Luoyu, you are so brave, dare to **** things from the Sixth Prince!"

Ling Luoyu raised her eyebrows and yelled, "Which one of your eyes saw Ben Shao grabbing the Sixth Prince? Are those two holes in your forehead panting?!"

"Getcher, didn't you hear what the king said?" Sixth Prince Luo Xing screamed.

Gesch collapsed, and stepped back anxiously.

Ling Luoyu climbed along the pole, really getting on.

She grabbed Gai Tzu's sleeves noisily and scornfully, with a stubborn look on her face. "You kid be a minion, so you can be a minion so obediently, why don't you wag your tail? You wag your tail, then the master has to be happy..."

Feng Chenglin held his forehead with his hands and bowed his head in shame.

He suddenly discovered that knowing Ling Luoyu was definitely the biggest failure in his life.

Ah's never played cards according to common sense!

I really don't know what moth she is going to fix this time!

Getcher was entangled in the fire by Ling Luoyu, shook his arm vigorously, and broke free of her hand.

"Go away!"

"Snapped!"

A few drops of water dripped on the Prince's face, and he raised his hand to wipe it off.

The smell is fresh, like juice.

He looked up at the sky, and continued to look at Ling Luoyu disapprovingly.

The prince was just waiting for the show, but Ling Luoyu died out like a convulsion.

She stepped back, muttering and sniffing her nose: "What's so fierce?! The young guard is not here, if they were there, they would beat you!"

I don’t know that she was stunned by Getcher’s ferocity, but in fact, only she knew in her heart--

The task is complete, everything is OK.

Just a few drops of venom were thrown on the prince's face by Geech's move away from her.

Whether it is dead or alive, it depends on his fate!

Luo Xing waved back and chuckled, and chuckled indifferently: "Ling Sanshao, the servants don't understand the rules, you are not surprised San Young Master?"

Ling Luoyu squinted arrogantly and said, "Cut!! Is this young man really scared!?"

Getcher twitched his mouth and turned away angrily.

The next time I see her, I must have a painful squab!

Luo Xing disapproved of her arrogance: "This king just thinks that this little beast's coat is bright and the mother concubine might like it, but if the three young masters like it...this king will not be loved by others!"

He turned around for the first time, his eyes were a little strange.

"The Third Young Master... why are you here alone?"

As Ling Luoyu, it is absolutely impossible to come to this place alone.

She was not afraid of death, Ling Bufan was also afraid that she would be swallowed by a beast, and would definitely send someone to follow her.

Ling Luoyu had a beeping expression on his face: "Well! Don't mention it! Ben Shao brought a few guards to hunt game, who knows that they were happy to hunt, and they all ran away, leaving Ben Shao alone here with fear. !"

The prince suddenly smiled coldly: "In that case, it's better for the Third Young Master to be with us... crowded and lively!"

"No need!" Ling Luoyu narrowed his mouth and waved his hand: "Master Ben has agreed with them. If they get separated, stay here and wait for them..."

She glanced at Feng Chenglin with her eyes swept slightly.

The fat man was winking and eyebrows, making it clear that he wanted to follow her.