Stunning female slave, princess of troubled times

Arnold didn't ask another word, Podo looked at Marco Polo with reproach in his eyes.

Marco Polo carefully splinted Arnold, and when he reached for the strips of cloth, he suddenly heard Arnold speak.

"Don't use that, let's find some new ones!" A Nuo said seriously, his eyes clear.

Marco Polo took the cloth and smiled at Arnold, "You are so easy to deceive, do you believe anything I say?"

"I won't believe your words at all." A Nuo said sternly, "In terms of seniority, I am Ganmala's aunt, although we are in the same grade. But even if I am not married to Hugechi, then I am still his aunt."

Anuo had seen Luo Chen's shadow from Gan Mala many times, but she knew that they were actually two people.This huge contrast made her feel very uncomfortable, but even so she had to stay awake all the time.

What Marco Polo said just now made her fall into deep thought. Did she give Gan Mala some other ambiguous signals to cause the current situation?Gan Mala is still a child, in terms of age they are only three years apart, but in terms of mental age they are much different.What's more, Gan Mala was born in the year she first came here, and she deeply understands that Gan Mala is the son of Zhenjin.So, there can't be any other relationship between the two of them, it will make everyone miserable.

A gust of wind blew through the curtains of the car, and the curtains opened a gap.From the gap, Anuo can see Ganmala from a distance.Still in the same embarrassment, still in the same manner, even if they look similar to Luo Chen, they are not the same person.

The knowledge and temperament of the two people are not the same, and even the accidents are different.Luo Chen could be said to be a precocious child at Gan Mala's age, but compared to Gan Mala, he was still relatively tender.After all, there are hundreds of years of difference, and there is an invisible gap between education and environment. Apart from their looks, the two people probably won't have anything in common.

She raised her eyes to look at Marco Polo, without a smile on her face, and said in a cold voice, "So, please, Mr. Marco Polo, don't make such jokes with me again, ok?"

Marco Polo was slightly surprised, "When did you learn our language?" If he remembered correctly, he had never taught Arnold how to speak their language.

A Nuo rolled his eyes at him. Although her English is not very good, she can still speak a few simple sentences, but this cannot be told to Marco Polo.

She took a deep breath. If she hadn't been a little angry just now, she wouldn't have revealed that she could speak English, "I met a person from your place before, and he taught me a few words. Besides, you can learn our Chinese, Why can't I learn your bird language?"

Marco Polo felt the hostility between her words, looked at her for a long time, and thought to himself when did he offend her? "Miss Amur, do you misunderstand me?"

A Nuo was at a loss for words, so he quickly changed the subject, "Can you help me treat quickly? I think I'm leaving soon." After finishing speaking, she looked at Qianhe, "Sister Qianhe, do you want to Follow along?"

At this time, Qian He had the opportunity to speak. Anuo's smell of gunpowder was really strong just now. If she answered the words carelessly, she might be blown to pieces.Only at this time did she say, "Go, of course." She lifted the curtain of the car and looked out of the car. After all, there must be an understanding of all this.