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"Your Highness, this Persian cat is so beautiful!" Fujiu wanted to touch the mini version of the Blood Kirin, but this beautiful Dudu is really likeable, and he is holding on.
Butt is practicing yoga, it's over, I don't need to love beauty now! Fu Jiu naturally likes it, naturally wants to touch it, but he is glared at by the Blood Kirin
Fujiu was stunned by the huge momentum of the Blood Kirin. He felt like he was being targeted by a strong man of the Great Sword Saint level. Nonsense, Blood Kirin
The beauty of Lin Dudu is the peak of the eleventh level, and the majesty of the divine beast is not something that a small eighth-level sword master can trample on!
"Your Highness, it!" Fu Jiu felt hot and sweating unconsciously. He didn't care about wiping the hot sweat on his forehead, looking at him in a little horror.
Chu Da Playboy! Chu Da Playboy just smiled slightly and didn't say anything. Although there was no confirmation of Chu Da Playboy, Fu Jiu knew it in his heart
The answer immediately went farther away and looked at the Blood Kirin Dudu in horror! He was afraid that the beautiful Dudu would accidentally tear him away!
Of course, this scene made Li Ji and Qingfeng confused, but after all, the seventh prince Chu Dadan is here, so he naturally won’t say anything, he’s just depressed!
"Let's go out and say hello to the public!" Chu Dadan will not forget his little guard. They will be the one who started their own business in the future.
Ben, haha, who dares not to obey my prince's prestige? Of course, although the undead army is a loyal fan, it is always surrounded by a large group of undead
I feel uncomfortable around me. Oh, it’s better for me to kiss my guard! Damn, if someone knows, Chu Dada has more than a dozen hiding playboys hiding in a dozen
The undead sword god, the existence of the magic god, and I feel very unhappy. Everyone will definitely kick the big playboy to death! Damn, who do you think it is dead
The Spirit Sword God is not a god!
"Yes, Your Highness!" The three of them naturally followed Chu Dadan to inspect the military camp!
"Brothers, this prince is back, how are you?" Chu Dadan shouted very coolly, fearing that others would not know that he was back, so he insisted on letting all the people go.
The military camp knew that the three Qingfeng people blushed behind, and were more helpless. Who made them stand up to such a great master?
"See Your Highness, Your Highness, welcome your highness back!" The soldiers knelt down loudly, and looked at Chu Dadan with a very sincere look, with their hands on her with great sincerity.
Deep respect and worship; after all, the effort done by Chu Dadan has not been in vain. When was the best in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation?
Sometimes a big man has cared about them so much, chatting with them personally, teaching martial arts, and even providing secrets for cultivation! In this way, everyone is concerned about Chu's big playboy
I really follow you sincerely and am willing to sacrifice your life for the Chu playboy. This is why the Chu playboy is missing, and the soldiers are very active and anxious.
Looking for it urgently! If it were the past, the seventh prince in their hearts was a standard playboy and romantic, no one of them would have been so active in searching for it.
Chu's big playboy wishes he would die sooner and not come out to harm the world!
"Okay, okay, good, soldiers, thank you for your hard work!" Chu Dadan was naturally a little moved! After all, the loyal fan of the shalala la la knelt on his knees.
In front of me, I was wearing a full face of admiration, so naturally the Chu Dadan was a little elated! But his expression always seemed to be a little smirking. Damn, it was indeed shameless
Now!
"Your Highness, Prince Yale sends people to laugh at us every day!" A kneeling soldier shouted, wearing an angry face, but also said outstandingly.
Sad, many soldiers were silent! Chu Dadan naturally understood, it seemed...