Chapter 1122: The adorable little general who has become the "Oiran" (7)
[Duck, I think you need to complain to Lao Gong. ]
After walking out of the sea of knowledge, the little guy groaned and directly caught the big gray eagle squatting on his shoulders.
Hold the neck of its fate and threaten it fiercely, [You make him normal, stop writing this tiring plot, or I will protest. ]
[……cough! Cough! I'm dying, let go, let go! It's useless to vent my anger! I am not a boss! ]
Suddenly, the Duck Duck could not help flapping its wings frantically, wailing in protest.
In my heart, there was a feeling of not being OK.
To be honest, it also thinks the plot this time is a bit strange.
Writing yourself as a lunatic can be done by others, but a shameless existence like a boss can never do it!
——Could it be that this time, did external factors come in and interfere?
Thinking of this, Ya Ya feels a terrible headache.
The weird original owner last time, and the bug that is likely to pop out after taking a wrong step, has already worried him a lot.
This time I directly drove the enjoyment of others crazy...what is it going to be!
In short, it is now a sad duck and has not run away.
However, it seems useless to feel sorry for myself here.
Only one step is one step.
After finally breaking free of Xiang Xing's confinement, Duck Duck flapped her wings, and instantly turned off the stop function while she was going to continue to "snap" on herself.
Everything solidified around suddenly became alive again, causing the little guy to stop the car abruptly and silently roll his eyes at Duck Duck.
Cunning smelly duck, hum.
She muffled, and quickly bounced off the ground, patted the gown that was stained with a little dust.
"Going back to the Holy Spirit, the final general just accidentally fell."
She went back to the cordial greeting from Situ Ling before Shi stopped, with a faint urging intention, and continued to speak, "Holy, it's getting late, let's go see Miss Fenghan."
After seeing her, she will immediately pack this unconscious little emperor and send it back to the imperial capital, lest the tragedy be repeated!
You must save your life first, and then secretly come back to study Fenglan's story afterwards.
She's exhausted, forget it, huh.
"...Daxing, why do I think you look weird?"
Looking at the small face that was rolling her eyes sadly, Situ Ling's face was once again covered with question marks.
I asked him to urge him just now, but now he is even more anxious than him.
Don't understand, don't understand.
It's just that a certain little emperor is a pure-minded master after all, and he didn't think much about it.
Soon, he led Xiang Xing and stepped onto the rotating bamboo ladder of Fengxiang Tower, hoping to get to the top floor.
However, before the two of them took a few steps up, there was an abrupt "Keng!"
Upon hearing the sound, Xiang Xing instantly stopped, his watery eyes staring slightly.
How does this sound sound like a broken string and a strange noise.
Thinking, she raised her brows, as if she had realized something, she hurriedly lowered her eyes and looked down.
Sure enough, Feng Lan had stopped playing at this time, and was staring at the Guqin in front of him.
And the strings of the piano... actually broke without a single one!
How can I play this effect...
The little guy couldn't help shaking his head with emotion.
But the next second, she, and all the benefactors present who were equally astonished, saw Feng Lan's figure swaying, and suddenly stood up.