Chapter: 7878

Bai Yi laughed, and even clapped his hands: "Wonderful, Mo Qinghan, it seems that your capable general was instantly killed by others."

Mo Qinghan's eyes were a little cold, and even his right hand was slightly raised, as if he wanted to strike at Mengmeng.

He didn't know that Zhang Han's eyes were already shining in another direction.

Zi Yan read some meanings from his indifferent face:

"If you dare to make a move, I will kill you."

But Zhang Han didn't say anything.

Until Mo Qinghan withdrew his right hand, the light in Zhang Han's eyes gradually dissipated.

Mengmeng on the stage, he also likes to see the little princess showing her strength.

"hehe."

Mo Qinghan suddenly sat upright and looked at the two people in front of him: "It's really interesting, but it's just that a servant died, it doesn't matter, now I'm a little interested in you two."

Chengkong, the young king of Canglong Palace, said slowly, "How did you know each other?"

Felina is from his Canglong Temple, and he is also curious about how that little girl knows the natives here.

At this time, Kong Linger spoke again:

"Survivors will have future blessings, Cheng Kong, why don't you hand them over to me?"

"Goddess Kong." Cheng Kong still shook his head: "How can such a pariah be worthy of your status? If Goddess Kong wants to, I will personally arrange a few top servants to send you there when I go back."

Again declined.

This is the second time.

Kong Ling'er didn't want to talk, so she sat there without making a sound.

The light in Cheng Kong's eyes was flowing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this moment, all eyes were on the stone platform, the woman in black, and the woman wearing a peaked cap who suddenly jumped out beside her.

"Who do you call a pariah? I think you are like a pariah."

Mengmeng looked at Chengkong dissatisfied and said.

With a word, the audience was shocked.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Bai Yi, the holy son of Yuanyang Palace, burst into laughter suddenly: "Wonderful, Cheng Kong, I never thought you would have today."

"Hehehe."

Mo Qinghan also laughed in a low voice, and he clapped his hands: "Interesting, indeed interesting."

Only Chengkong, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded, he looked at Mengmeng: "Are you talking to me?"

Mengmeng: "Otherwise?"

The baby's father is behind, and the little princess is not afraid.