Take your son to get married

Chapter 437 What a pity 3
The night is dense, the stars are twinkling and dancing in the sky, and the silvery-white light shines down, revealing every detail of the ground.

"Come here." At this moment, in the tent of the Chinese army, the seventh prince of the orc clan, who was full of murderous looks, suddenly roared at the hooked nose in cold anger.

"Your Highness, you..." The hooked nose froze for a moment.

While he was in a daze, he saw the seventh prince of the orc race waved his sleeve robe, and the coat on the hooked nose was instantly ripped off, and then the seventh prince pulled his arms slightly, and the six-winged commander's armor on his body snapped. Detach from him, and cover the body facing the hooked nose.

"Crack." The armor instantly closed on the man with the hooked nose.

The second finger in the middle of the food was lifted from the face, and the seventh prince tore off the mask and threw it at the hooked nose face, and suddenly a person with the same appearance as him appeared in the room.

"Your Highness, you are doing this trick again." Hooked Nose cried helplessly.

"You can decide what to do with the war." The seventh prince was dressed only in a black undershirt, and after coldly throwing down these words, he turned around and walked towards the back door.Putting aside helping the human race, he has more important things to do now, and he must go to investigate it himself before he is reconciled.

In the tent of the Chinese army, with a hooked nose dressed as a commander, he shook his head helplessly, then turned around and sat down at the table, his aura was exactly the same as that of the Seventh Prince just now, obviously he was used to pretending .

The Seventh Prince, who grabbed the hook-nose jacket and put it on, nodded when he saw this, his figure swayed slightly, and he disappeared behind the tent of the Chinese army in a blink of an eye.

At this time, the wind and shadow outside the gate of the Chinese military tent moved slightly, Mo Qianchen paused, and he had already stopped at the window outside the Chinese military tent.

The feeling that made her heart beat faster just now came from here. That feeling made her so impulsive and familiar. Could it be that the person inside is really...really...

Mo Qianchen took a deep breath, controlled his trembling hands, quietly lifted a corner of the window lattice, and looked inside.

Wearing a suit of armor, a mask, a whole body of ice-coldness, and a vicious, domineering and self-respecting air.

This momentum, she is too familiar, too familiar.

Mo Qianchen looked at the person in front of him, and his heart almost tightened for a moment.

"Your Highness, the latest battle report." A messenger soldier came in at the main entrance to report.

"Put it down." A cold voice.

That voice, God, she has been listening to this voice day and night for almost a year, it is a voice that she will never forget, this... this... She thought that she would never hear this voice again in this life, that it would never be there, But at this time she actually heard this voice again...

Mo Qianchen bit his lower lip fiercely, grasped his heart with five fingers, his eyes turned red instantly, his body trembled uncontrollably, and the hidden aura around him almost poured out.

The fat baby crawling on Mo Qianchen's shoulders quickly waved his little paws to cover the breath coming out of Mo Qianchen's body. Are you kidding me? There is no need for your own family to beat your own family.

Mo Qianchen's breath flickered, and the Seventh Prince, who was walking out from behind the tent of the Chinese army, paused slightly. Why did he have a familiar breath?

Frowning, he felt carefully again, no, nothing at all.

The Seventh Prince's eyes darkened, probably because he was thinking too much and had hallucinations. He shook his head and showed a wry smile. A huge warm bird appeared while his robe was waving, and flew away with him. The speed was almost as fast as The speed of a seventh-level master.

(End of this chapter)