Chapter 679 (1/2)

”Yes, brother.” The queen looked at me with a smile, ”ah Chou, do you agree?” The queen looked at the ghost prince.

the great ghost king also smiled gently and looked at their sons. They were always very careful and gentle when they treated the ghost prince, as he was a thin bubble, and a slight touch would completely dissolve him in front of them.

A meteor did not speak, but quietly nodded.

I fell into a kind of mood in which everyone thought he was clever.

We really think a lot this time.

This breakfast is more and more embarrassing.

When the queen took me to choose the dress, the king of ghosts and the prince left, leaving us two women with space and time.

I stand in the Queen's room. The big room is like a bedroom, but the castle with black appearance has a room as warm as spring. The Queen's room is like the garden of a goddess.

The Queen really likes roses. There is a white rose on the white round table near the window. She can't help it. The white rose in the room in Silvermoon city appears before her eyes. The white rose will not fade.

The whole wall on the south side of the room is floor glass. You can see the garden below at a glance. From this perspective, the garden is also a rose, a green rose blooming in the sun.

The queen opened one side of the door, and there was another room. In the spacious and exquisite room, there were rows of clothes hangers, on which were full of dresses.

The queen took my hand and said, ”come.”

She pulled me into the room and stood in front of the rows of exquisite dresses. She picked up one after another and compared them to me, looking relaxed and enjoying. She enjoyed the pleasure of dressing up the candidates.

”Xiaobing, how about this one?”

”Yes.”

”And this one?”

”Yes.”

”This one?”

”Yes.”

She stopped and looked at me lovingly: ”little ice, I love you.”

I a Leng, she can think I am in perfunctory? But I really think she chose a good choice. I won't take it from her hand and twist it around in front of myself, which will destroy the image of my queen?

She grabbed my hands and gently brushed my long hair scattered on my face: ”you are a beautiful girl, but your hands are full of blood...”

My hand jerked in her hands and pulled it back from her, which was the last truth I wanted to be touched.

She looked at me heartily: ”you shouldn't carry all this, if you don't have such a strong ability...”