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Chapter 849 The 23rd Generation Heir 3

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    Qiao Yanran¡¯s fist, which she had clenched so tightly that she could swing it out at any time, slowly spread out and hung weakly on one side.

    Seeing this scene, Xiao Yuwan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    "Qiaoqiao is definitely a strong player. If it had notified her any later, the head of the clone of its main god father would have been ripped open.

    Everyone was startled when they heard the sound of soft, waxy sand. They stepped back several steps and cautiously grabbed the backpack behind them.

    "Dong dong dong¡ª¡ª"

    The boy climbed out of the coffin with difficulty and stood not far from Qiao Yanran.

    "It's a scam!!!"

    The guys had been on guard against this for a long time. At this moment, they quickly took out the glutinous rice, black dog blood, and talismans from their backpacks, and threw them at the opponent for free.

    The boy had just woken up, and his body reaction was still very slow. He had no time to dodge, but he was covered by these things. He pursed his pale lips in aggrievedness.

    Seeing that he was unharmed, everyone became even more frightened.

    This rice dumpling is amazing.

    I don¡¯t know who screamed. Everyone was frightened and jumped up quickly. In the blink of an eye, no one was left.

    Qiao Yanran laughed, took out a tissue from her bag, bent down, and carefully wiped away the blood on his face.

    He is much shorter than the original owner. His skin is very cold but very delicate. It feels like a piece of cold jade.

    The boy raised his head, with a pair of shining amber eyes, blinked at her, like stars falling over him, and tentatively called out, "Sister?"

    The sound is rustling.

    Qiao Yanran hummed, adjusted his little black robe, and asked casually: "What's your name? How old are you today?"

    The account is the same.

    "One name is Jing, no surname."

    Qiao Yanran rubbed the top of his hair, raised her lips and said, "Then just take my surname and introduce yourself. My surname is Wang"

    She paused for a moment, but did not say the name Wang Erhua. She changed her words and said, "Wang Yanran."

    Wang Jing lowered his head, clasped his fingers, and counted carefully. After a long while, he said, "I am thirteen thousand and two years old this year."

    When Qiao Yanran heard this number, she stared at the person in front of her and stopped talking.

    Wang Jing doesn¡¯t look young, so he¡¯s joking with her?  The history of this country is only five thousand years, how could he live to such a long time?

    "Okay, I remember it."

    With a smile on her face, Qiao Yanran gently touched the top of his hair, "Pack up all the valuable things you have here and go home with your sister."

    Small fish balls: [¡­¡­]

    Something valuable?

    Qiao Qiao¡¯s focus may be a little off track.

    Wang Jing nodded, looking very obedient and well-behaved, and turned around to get into the coffin.

    "ah¡ª¡ª"

    His hair was too long and it was all dragging on the ground. Wang Jing turned around a little anxiously and tripped over the long hair.

    Qiao Yanran stretched out her hand to pull Wang Jing up from the ground and straightened his hair.

    Wang Jing¡¯s hair is soft and smooth, as cool as water.

    She pulled open the handkerchief and tied up his long hair, jokingly saying, "When you get home, how about you make your hair short?"

    This way, you won¡¯t get tripped up.  "

    Wang Jing thought about it seriously and murmured in a low voice: "Nohe will be unhappy."

    His voice was very soft, and as soon as he said it, he was dispersed by the darkness of the tomb.

    Qiao Yanran didn¡¯t hear clearly, but she vaguely heard a few words and inquired: "He? Who is he?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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