Revenge of the Transmigrated Mob Character

   Chapter 1220 The prince is jealous?

  The wind blew into the carriage, with a **** breath.

   But there was no more movement outside.

  Ran Chen stretched out his hand and raised the carriage curtain in front of him.

  In this night, a few meters away, a group of people in black stood there, holding long knives in their hands, with a strong aura, as if they could draw their swords and kill everywhere at any time.

  Soon, the black-clothed dark guard stepped aside, and a man sat on a pear-wood carved magistrate's chair.

  Gold silk red embroidered robe, the sleeves of the shirt are hung on the armrests.

  The ink was scattered, and under the cold moonlight, a handsome face was reflected in the eyes of Dian Chen.

  Ran Chen's heart suddenly tightened, and the hand holding the carriage door and window slightly hardened.

  He said slowly

   "See the prince."

  On the teacher's chair, Su Qing played with the gold mask like a boring one.

  A handsome face is exposed to the air.

  夙 tilted his eyelids down, his attention was all on the mask, and he didn't seem to hear the words of dyed dust.

  Ran Chen fixedly watched Su Qing for a while,

   "In such a big battle like the prince, it seems that he has made up his mind to prevent Ran Chen from going back to the princess mansion."

   Suqin heard these words, raised his eyelids and looked over, a pair of Danfeng eyes staring at the dust.

  It’s just very fast, Ding Chen smiled

   "Ran Chen is such an unknown person, but he is only gifted to death, and he has to let the prince personally come forward. It is an honor to dye Chen."

  As soon as he left his words, he heard Su Qiqi slowly

   "Knowing that I can't get on the stage, I still miss her every day."

  The voice fell, and the corners of her lips were sneered.

  Soon, Ran Chen understood.

  He was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled

   "Is the prince jealous?"

  夙 squeezed the golden silk mask, moving slowly, without stopping.

   Dye the dust for a moment

   "The prince drove me to death when she didn't know it, so I am not afraid that one day she will find out and know that you are turning your face with you?"

  夙A low, slow smile came from deep in the throat

   "Yes, you worry a lot."

   He said, flipping his wrist for a moment, pop!

  A puff of black smoke emanated from the palm of Qi Qi's palm.

boom!

   Dust-stained whole body also burst out a black smoke, when the two black smoke collided, it made a huge movement.

  Standing on the spot unscathed from the dust.

  Finally, such a scene attracted Sui's attention.

  Feichen, who followed Suqin, was also stunned.

  This dyed dust is actually a cultivator.

   And there is no slightest fluctuation in cultivation level on his body.

  He has a cultivation base, but he actually kept everyone from him.

  夙's hand fiddled with the gold mask for a while, his eyes swept across Chen Chen's body.

  The arc of the red lips is getting deeper and deeper, and the voice is slow

   "Did you steal things from this king?"

  The voice fell, and the body was dyed.

  As soon as the voice fell, Yan Chen's eyes quickly turned crimson, and the lines of snakeskin from the arm began to spread upward to the side of his cheek.

   Suiqin had a rare interest, and dropped the golden silk mask in his hand and stood up.

  In the next second, his body shape has already appeared beside Ran Chen.

boom!

  The two powers converge, and the two sides are bubbling black smoke all over, and their powers are not giving way to each other.

  The black smoke that quickly surrounded them completely covered the two of them, forming an enchantment, and the black smoke remained around the two for a long time.

  Feichen had to faintly see the scene inside through the gap.

  Fighting is inevitable, and Feichen doesn’t think the master will lose.

  In the palace, the palace.

  Su Ye returned to the palace from the teahouse, and after eating something, he pulled Mo Yu back to the bedroom.

  (End of this chapter)