Chapter 2072 3.518 Pick up a Conversation?

and many more?

Who is waiting for you!

The blazing fire phoenix swooped down, and flapped its wings viciously. On the spot, the Prince of Jianping smashed the Prince Jianping twice, rolled to the edge of the table leg, and slammed his head on the green brick floor, which was broken in one fell swoop.

"Sir!!"

"Sir—"

Everyone exclaimed and stood up in unison.

The Prince of Jianping was in great embarrassment at this time. He had probably never experienced such embarrassment in his life. While the whole person was panting heavily, his originally handsome face was extremely distorted.

"You! You! You are so bold!"

"Crack!" The claws of the blazing fire phoenix landed heavily on the head of Prince Jianping. Before he could finish shouting, the boy was thrown out by the ancient phoenix again.

This time, it slammed into the female family's table, causing a rush of panic screams.

"Pfft." Prince Jianping rolled down from the desk of the two women with pale faces, lying on the ground, taking in much less air, and making a loud noise from his throat, but he was directly fainted by the anger.

Qiao Mu glanced at the banquet with messy cups and plates in front of him, and paid special attention to Geng Pengcheng's dark face.

The little hand gently tugged on Mo Lian's sleeve, and the little guy blinked and asked, "Husband, are their brains sick?"

"Obvious." Mo Lian took her little hand and turned away.

Since there is so much unpleasantness, why are you still staying here?

"Wait!" Seeing that they were leaving, Geng Pengcheng immediately thought of something, turned around quickly, and walked over quickly.

I wanted to block their way, but when I thought of the heavy force that the young man in black ink swept his sleeves, he almost slapped him away.

He couldn't help but his eyelids twitched, he quickly took two steps back, stood ten steps away from the two of them, smiled and cupped his hands, "You two, it was just a small misunderstanding. Prince Jianping is Shenzhou. The distinguished guests who came, and you are also the guests invited by the old man, I hope the two sides can get along in harmony."

Feng Chen couldn't help but chuckle, "Get along in harmony? It's all like this, where else can we get along?"

"Palace Master." A faint voice came from behind several people.

Mo Lian and Qiao Mu looked up and saw a woman in a pink-green satin shirt and a pair of gilt tassel hairpins walking forward.

Under her bright white skin, with peach cheeks and eyebrows, and her lips lightly touched, she is a natural beauty.

It's a pity that this graceful and beautiful appearance has been lowered by several grades under the comparison of Qinghong's cold moon-like facial paralysis.

This paralyzed face doesn't need any expressions, as long as people stand there, they can make thousands of women lose their color.

"Ah, it's Miss Mu San." Geng Pengcheng turned around, bowed his hands to the woman politely, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Miss San, it's alright, these are all the children invited here. ."

Mu Rooke frowned slightly, and glanced at Qiao Mu, her eyes seemed to flicker on Prince Mo's body.

"This gentleman seems to have known him."

Geng Pengcheng was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Mo Lian deliberately.

He always wanted to find out the identities of these people around Qiao Mu.

It's just weird, as if every time a key point is found, some information will always be erased.

But now it seems that the man next to Qiao Mu, whether it is cultivation or identity, does not seem to be that simple.