Chapter 3059 4.659 Holy Son, Your Vision Is Okay

Lord Qiaoqiao glanced at Shengzi Miyan with a blank expression: "Who are you?"

Prince Mo, Duanyue, and Mu Xingchen couldn't help twitching the corners of their mouths.

This little guy's routine is quite deep, and his appearance is so serious, it looks like it is real.

Miyan Shengzi was obviously stunned by this small paralyzed face, and he couldn't help but speak suspiciously, "You, you? Are you not Qiao, Miss Qiao?"

"Nonsense!" The little girl said with a cold little face, with a light expression, "Don't come to accompany you! I don't know you, I don't know you at all!"

Holy Son Miyan glanced at Prince Mo, then looked at Duanyue and Mu Xingchen suspiciously, "You're just talking nonsense! Do you think I'm stupid? Your paralyzed face is the same wherever you go, when others recognize you. Can't you come out?"

arbor:!

He quickly turned his head to look at his husband, and asked with a small face, "Is it true?"

Mo Lian slightly pulled the corner of her lower lip, enduring a bit of hard work, and nodded, "Yes."

Master Qiaoqiao subconsciously reached out and rubbed his face, feeling a little melancholy and distressed in his heart.

It's just weird, is that so?

The reason why Mr. Qiaoqiao is seen through at a glance every time is entirely because this small face is a facial paralysis?

Facial paralysis? Is facial paralysis really that easy to recognize?

The little guy glanced at the prince in puzzlement, then at Duanyue, who was laughing at the side, and silently turned his head to Miyan and said, "Holy son, your vision is still good."

Holy Son:  …

What the hell, why does he have the urge to laugh out of nowhere?

This kid must be a heartless one!

After exposing it to others, he also said such a funny thing.

Qiao Mu was also a little nervous. If he could, he really didn't want to talk to the Saint Miyan in front of him.

The feeling of being dismantled by someone in minutes is really bad.

"Cough, cough, cough." Mu Xingchen hurriedly stepped forward and smoothed out his little sister, "By the way, Holy Son, have you seen any of our other teammates?"

"At that time, everyone was floating around in the Du Chunjiang River, and we didn't have time to take care of it too much." Shengzi gave Mu Xingchen a sincere look and said, "Among your teammates, some of your teammates are not particularly high-level. The Holy Son estimates that they should float in the Du Chunjiang for a longer time."

Crowd: ...

Are you sure the Son of God is not joking?

Mu Xingchen also coughed, and then said, "If that's the case, then according to what the Holy Son said, everyone should rest here for three days."

"Very good." Lord Shengzi nodded, turned to look at Qiao Mu's expressionless face, "Miss Qiaoqiao, what are you? Why did it become like this?"

Qiao Mu sighed, "This is a long story, you should go and rest first."

Who will tell you? Who says who is stupid!

Lord Qiaoqiao snorted in his heart, and complained a little.

Mo Lian couldn't help turning her head over, feeling that the little guy pretended to be an old man, which was especially interesting.

Miyan Shengzi and his party were indeed exhausted. They nodded when they heard the words. Fortunately, this place was originally a temporary gathering place for the aborigines, but a lot of tents were set up, and they were not cleaned up when they left.

Therefore, the place where Miyan Shengzi and his group lived was decided.

Qiao Mu watched Holy Son Miyan and the others enter the tent, and then turned to look at Mo Lian, "Do you think he is pretending?"