Chapter 4259

"See if you can fix it." Long Hui was upset and went to the bottom cabin with several boatman.

Seeing the little princess and the prince Mo halfway, Long Hui stopped and said, "cousin, your highness, the bottom cabin is seeping. Let me go down and have a look first."

The small face paralyzed to pull own husband to flash to one side, let out a way for the dragon to run through.

After Long Hui led them down in a hurry, they stood on the deck for a while.

Overlooking the river, in the setting sun at night, reflected a little red devilish.

I don't know if it's because the river nearby was dyed red after a fight.

Feng Changqing walked quickly. "I'm afraid this ship can't support the next wharf."

Before entering the sea, the boat will not work. In the eyes of the feng people, the ability of the dragon family to handle affairs is not very good.

"What about the corpse puppet who loves playing the piano?"

"Got under the water and ran away." Said Feng Changqing.

Small face paralysis "Oh" a, "that is estimated not to support the night, tonight they are expected to drift on the river."

Feng Changqing can't help but draw a corner of his mouth. He wants to say to his face: we are also in a boat at this time. If someone else goes into the water, we are not much better.

However, seeing the calm face of the little princess and the small expression of disapproval, Feng Changqing decides to shut up.

Save saying a word wrong, be hated by the little guy and doubt life

Mo Lian glanced at him and consciously pulled his daughter-in-law to her side. She asked with a taut face, "how about the swordfish?"

"The swordfish that just gathered has been completely cleaned up." Feng Changqing said, "I just don't know if such a big move will lead to more variation fish in the nearby river."

"Yes." The little princess answered him in a very coherent way, and both men couldn't help drawing corners of their mouths.

"Tell them to be ready for war." "That only has the cultural corpse puppet, should also be able to come."

A cultural corpse puppet? Feng Changqing and Mo Lian look at each other and ask with a gesture in her eyes: is it serious for the saint to say this?

Prince Mo glanced at him and gave him a look you understood.

They held hands and strolled back to the room to rest, regardless of whether Long Hui was suffering from the leakage of the cabin.

When we arrived at the dinner, Mu Xingchen and Feng Changqing came back. When they saw them, they shook their heads and said, "the water in the bottom cabin is very serious, and the repair is not good."

"It is estimated that the ship will sink in half an hour at most."

"Qiao Qiao adult frowned," Long Yi what are they doing? "

"It's still under repair!"

"Oh, let's have a meal first." The tree calmly took out a food box and began to pull out four or five hot dishes from the inside out.

"Have a drink?"

Feng Changqing and his brother stared at their saint, but they couldn't make a sound for a long time.

When did the saint ask them if they would drink?

"If you don't drink, eat."

Feng Changfei has drawn the corners of his mouth. Aren't all the people in the audience above the divine realm? Do you need to eat three meals a day just like ordinary people?

Prince Mo glanced at the three, and Feng Changqing sat down with great recognition.

"My master said that people are iron and steel. They are very hungry without eating a meal. No matter how tall you are, you still have to eat. "

The chickens pecked at the rice and nodded.