MTL - The Boss Has Been Tricked By the Lord God Again-Chapter 643 The former princess? Your Excellency? (15)

   Chapter 643 Former Princess? Your Excellency? (15)

  For those lucky enough to stay in the second round, three by three entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

   Yunchu followed the script and asked some soulless questions.

   The whole process seems a bit boring, but there are many beauties.

   Yun Chu held his chin and looked at the beauties below.

   is really pleasing to the eye.

  Fuxing looked at the focused appearance of a certain prince, and felt inexplicably irritable.

   Until the last beauty entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the interest of a certain prince about to collapse was suddenly raised.

   This is an exotic woman, dressed in red, wearing a scarf adorned with orbs on her head, her facial features are deep and delicate, revealing a small fair waist.

   Different from everyone, this woman has more charm.

  The exotic style makes people a little brighter.

   Yun Chu couldn't help sitting up straight. I have to say that this dress is very beautiful.

   Yun Chu looked at her, and inexplicably began to imagine what Xiao Fuxing looked like in this dress.

   must also be very beautiful.

   A certain prince began to ponder in his heart.

   Yunchu's ecstatic appearance fell into Fu Xing's eyes at all.

  Oh, man.

  Fu Xing looked away with an expressionless face.

   After a while, Fu Xing silently withdrew the hand held by the prince.

   The hand that couldn't be drawn before is now easily withdrawn.

  “…”

   Fu Xing couldn't tell how he felt now, he just felt that this person was no different from those ordinary men.

  The exotic woman naturally passed the screening and entered the palace.

  The women who were chosen were very excited and followed the harem to their respective residences.

  Yunchu arranged Fuxing in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and after having people strengthen the protection, he sneaked, uh, no, he was led by Eunuch Yuan to the vicinity of Yaoji's residence.

   Yaoji is the foreign woman in red.

   At this moment, Yun Chu was standing in a pavilion, waiting for Yao Ji.

   After a short while, the woman in red, wearing a red cloak, came slowly.

"grown ups."

  Yao Ji is blessed with Yun Chu.

  Yun Chu glanced up and down at Yao Ji and asked, "Do you still have this dress on you?"

  Yao Ji: ? ?

   "Not worn." Yun Chu added, "This officer wants to buy it."

   Yaoji was stunned on the spot.

  …

   In the huge Hall of Mental Cultivation, Fu Xing sat in front of the desk, his eyes a little dark.

  I don't know why, but I feel a little stuck in my heart.

   After a while, he looked up at the white talisman outside the door.

  dong.

   A sound came, Bai Fu was attracted by the sound and looked for the sound.

   Immediately afterwards, I felt an unnatural wind brushing my cheeks.

   When Bai Fu turned back to look inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, his expression instantly stiffened.

  People are gone.

   Bai Fu's mood at this moment cannot be described in words.

   The temple jumped suddenly, Bai Fu had never encountered such a difficult and difficult thing before. After explaining to the dark guard, Bai Fu immediately went to the palace to search.

  …

   When Fuxing saw Yunchu, Yaoji was handing the burden to Yunchu.

   He was far away, and from this angle, it looked like the Duke was holding Yaoji's hand.

  Fu Xing: "..."

   click.

The flower branch next to    was broken, and the petals fell down.

   Then, another one.

  Fu Xing pinched a few flowers with an expressionless face, turned and left.

   I don’t know why I came out, but in the end, I left the field in such a woeful way.

  Fu Xing felt stupid.

   He lowered his eyes, it was obviously dog ​​days, but he felt a chill.

   "Little beauty, where are you going?"

   A malicious voice suddenly sounded behind him, and Fu Xing frowned.

   He glanced back.

   It was a drunk middle-aged man with oily and shiny skin, and the look in his eyes was extremely uncomfortable.

   is the kind of gaze he hates.

   The man happened to hit the muzzle, and Fu Xing lowered his eyes.

   A silver needle immediately appeared on the fingertip.

   After a cracking sound, the man collapsed and became unconscious.

   Fu Xing held the needle and hesitated for a while, but in the end he didn't kill him.

   He glanced at the palace, this time without any hesitation, turned around and left.

   It wasn't until after he was far away that his heart seemed to be pulled.

   He endured it. He frowned, trying to calm his chaotic heart.

   (end of this chapter)