"Prince Prince, where are we going to rest tonight?" Bo Shaolin rode a horse to Prince Shang Wuxin's side and asked with adoration in his eyes. Since the incident at the inn a few days ago, the prince is now like a god in their eyes. They don't know whether the prince can do martial arts, but with the wisdom of the prince, he is afraid that no one can match it.
Shang Wuxin looked at the layered forest in front of him, stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples. The travel these days has really made his body a little overwhelmed. This body is already very weak and toxins in the body, even if he During this period of time, I have worked hard to practice martial arts, but I still can't make up for the lack of my body. No, my mood has become irritable in the past two days, and my head is faintly uncomfortable.
Huan Moche looked at the prince and seemed to be a little uncomfortable. He moved his palms slightly and wanted to go to massage the forehead of the prince, but thinking of the prince's usual cold personality and the vague dislike of himself, Huan Moche had to restrain himself. The more he got along with the prince, the more he wanted to get closer to the prince, and he couldn't control it if he wanted to.
"Is the prince unwell?" Leng Yufeng asked with some concern. As soon as these words came out, Huan Moche's nerves became vigilant. It seems that his friends have paid too much attention to the prince during this period of time. He even paid attention to the prince himself. I don't know what kind of mood I am in. Now that my friends have joined in, Huan Moche feels that things are getting more and more complicated.
After Leng Yufeng asked everyone, they also found that the prince's face was too pale. Although the prince's face was always not very good, like a little white face, it was not so white. These soldiers followed the prince these days. The backbone has become the backbone, and now everyone is worried.
Sadness for nothing