With that said, Huairuogu stood up and bowed.

Regardless of whether he is a real saint or a fake saint, if the saint from the backing village performs a grand ceremony, his life will be shortened.

Cui Qi hurriedly took a few steps forward, supported the saint's arm, and said with a smile: "The saint is like this, but it's a shame."

Huairuogu borrowed the donkey down the slope and said with a smile: "The two gentlemen beside His Highness are of extraordinary magnanimity. They are not unknown people after all."

Cui Qi's distant eyebrows were much closer, but he said with a smile: "They are all good guys I met in the Corridor of Death..."

Li Si, Wang Wu, these names sounded fake at first sight. Huai Ruogu didn't care at all, but laughed and said: "It is really a great blessing in my life to see His Highness, Princess, and two heroes today...

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"In just a few days, it will be the Immortality Porridge Festival. Your Highness, the princess might as well stay a few more days."

The hypocritical polite words came from the saint's mouth, but they sounded sincere and there was no trace of hypocrisy. It made people feel warm in their hearts. However, the blindfolded beauty in purple could not see any warmth at all, as if she could not melt away.

of iceberg.

When the prince was next to the princess, he could naturally feel the chill on his skin. But the prince felt that the princess was not as cold as the saint. Because when he helped the saint, the saint's hand made the prince's warm blood turn cold.
Chapter completed!