My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

Chapter 3128: Heavenly Feather

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He patted his thigh casually and then realized that his palm had suddenly stiffened.

‘Is it not?’

Brothers!

Could it be that last night, he really saw Eighteenth Sister with her half-drawn body and rotten flesh?

At this moment, Holy Son Miyan was already neatly dressed and standing at the front of the team, waiting for everyone to properly organize themselves and return to the team.

“Thank you for 7,930,000 Spirit Coins! I’ll deduct the change for you. 790,000!”

Upon hearing the voice, Holy Son Miyan’s face twitched at first. Then, she looked down and saw the little stoic holding up a bill in her hand and looking up at her.

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Holy Son apathetically bent down and reached out to take the bill. With a swish, the bill floated all the way to the ground in a voluminous manner…

Holy Son Miyan was speechless.

Everyone:

Holy Son Miyan coughed lightly and was about to say something when Duan Yue’s voice came from the side. “Hey, add the two million yuan together. Don’t forget to give it to Qiaoqiao.”

A group of blood suckers.

Holy Son Miyan gritted her small steel teeth and revealed an expression as if she was a warrior who had cut off her wrist. She took out a spirit currency card from her inner world and handed it to Qiao Mu.

“10 million, keep the change!”

Qiao Mu nodded. Standing on her tiptoes, she reached out to receive the spirit currency card that Holy Son Miyan had contributed. She originally wanted to pat him on the shoulder to comfort him, but she realized that with her height, she could only pat his legs, so she gave up resentfully.

“Let’s go!” Holy Son Miyan said to everyone.

The others had also finished washing up and were ready to leave.

It was the little stoic phoenix that had flown all the way here during the critical moment just now.

Now that the crisis had been averted, those unfamiliar with the stoic face naturally found it awkward to cling to someone else’s phoenix.

“Let’s go. We can reach the temple in four hours.”

“There should be enough time!”

The Holy Son turned over and sat on the mount provided by the temple. With a wave of his hand, he led everyone in the direction of the Moon Goddess Temple.

People running on the ground and flying in the sky simultaneously headed in the same direction at lightning speed.

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Qiao Mu sat cross-legged on a long feather, floating as light as a feather above everyone’s heads.

Beside her sat a chubby little monk.

Everyone couldn’t help but take a few more glances. They were curious about where the monk had come from.

Initially hesitant, Qi Xuanxuan, seeing the feather’s sustained, constant speed for almost an hour, leaned over curiously.

Qi Xuanxuan said, “Hey, Qiaoqiao, hey, Qiaoqiao, can I come up and play?”

Bored to death as she sat there listening to the little monk keep harping on,

Qiao Mu nodded. “Jump.”

Qi Xuanxuan, seated on Duanmu Qing’s thousand-mile hawk, stood up shakily when she heard Qiao Mu’s words. She swallowed her saliva, hesitant to jump. “Don’t tell me I’ll jump over? It can’t withstand our weight and will fall!”

“That’s very possible.” A discordant voice sounded from the side. Little Fatty, unaware that his demise was imminent, continued to laugh mischievously. “Why did you hit me when you put your weight on it?”

Little Fatty, who had been punched in the head, shrunk his neck in grievance.

“Jump, it’s fine,” Qiao Mu said apathetically.

Having someone to accompany her and listen to the little monk’s incessant chatter was a blissful thing..

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