MTL - Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife-Chapter 1159 Traction (3)

"That's the way it is." Leng Yetong nodded her head slightly, and looked at Princess Philip indifferently. The arrogance and ease that this woman exudes are indeed similar to her, but the difference is that Princess Feili can humble herself for love, but she is a selfish person, and would rather hurt others than be wronged.

The four people on the carriage each had their own thoughts, and the silence permeated. Only the sound of a rut across the stone road was made along the way. The carriage was moving gently, stepping on the mild sunlight, and it seemed that it would reach the ideal warmth a little further ahead. Country is average.

There are very few towns in this kind of sandy place in Bianguan, and the deserted people are used to describe it is more suitable. This can also understand the reason why the demons set up a base camp in this place, hidden. If it wasn't for Leng Yeran who accidentally hit her, and she happened to happen, I'm afraid no one would know that the town is full of demons before the death of the demon.

The carriage has been driving for a long time, the speed is not fast, the time is passing by, and the villages and towns have not been seen for a long time. The sun is gradually setting, and the sun is stepping on. The sound of the iron hoof symbolizes the seriousness of the military.

"General, the sun is about to go down, and the night road is not so easy. Should we camp here?" The last rays of the sun disappeared, Long Qin rode a horse to the carriage, and asked for a look.

"Then camp here." Leng Yeran thought for a moment, and a weak voice came out of the carriage. Long Qin responded, and then ordered to set up camp in situ until tomorrow dawn to continue.

After sitting in the carriage for a day, I felt that my whole body was about to be scattered. Leng Yetong jumped out of the carriage as soon as the carriage stopped, stretched a lazy waist, took a deep breath, the air outside the stopper It's a lot better, at least I don't want to be like in the capital, even the smell of stones permeates the air, which is disgusting.

"You are still you, nothing has changed." She walked into the woods alone, maybe she didn't want to watch them lively, but there seemed to be someone waiting for her from the beginning, and there was a hint of tenderness in the evil voice. Spoiled.

"Don't you think that you always challenge someone's authority by speaking to me in this tone?" The moon rose gradually, and she saw the evil man clearly in front of the moonlight, smiled slightly, and moved forward. A few steps, leaning against the trunk, holding arms, said with a smile, "I don't know why you always want to challenge him, but this is a bad habit, isn't it? Moten."

"I just want to see what qualifications this man has for you." Mo Teng smiled lightly, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a smile, "I looked at Beichen Moxuan and you a thousand years ago. There is a love of the world. In the eyes of others, you are the right pair, but in my eyes, you are not matched in any way. From the perspective of identity, he is just the head of the son-in-law. You are the most honorable saint of the son-in-law. From the point of view of power, Beichen Moxuan does not have the ability to protect you. From the perspective of mind, he is not qualified to be a man who can go with the saint. "

"But you didn't stop anything, did you?"