Chapter 390

Name：Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort Author：Yi Shi Feng Liu
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"Che'er, father is for you, snow holy Kingdom..."

"Father, I will deal with this matter later. Father, I'd better not interfere in my affairs. You should know the nature of Yuer." Xuanyuanche's face is cold.

Xuanyuan easy to hear Xuanyuan Che mention Liuyue, can't help but reach out and rub eyebrows, how powerful Liuyue is, he knows very well.

"The Father knows that she is powerful. Even if the seven princesses of snow holy kingdom come, they can't deceive her. You really don't have to worry about her."

Xuanyuan put out his hand to stop Xuanyuan Che from answering. Xuanyuan said in a deep voice: "che'er, you should remember that sooner or later, the kingdom of heaven will be yours, and you will be the king of heaven. Your point of view should be based on the Lord of heaven.

The father doesn't mind that you love the moon, that child should be loved, that child should be loved, that you love her a little more, or that you love her alone, the father has no opinion, but now in this situation, you must marry with snow holy country, snow holy country, we can't afford to offend.

Yue'er's heart is for you. The Father knows and understands that you married the seventh Princess of snow holy kingdom. As long as your hands and feet are clean, yue'er will die. The father won't say anything. Che'er, you are an understanding person. Your heart and father know that Wang Tu is a tyrant and Jiuzhou mountain and river. You can't fall down from the starting point. "

Looking at xuanyuanche, Xuanyuan is easy to say very slowly. Wang Tu is powerful and needs to endure. Jiuzhou mountain and river can't be achieved in a day. They all need to come out step by step.

Today's Tianchen has no power to challenge Xuesheng country. It is not a good emperor to cut off thousands of miles of rivers and mountains for children and girls.

"I will not fall down. Since I dare not marry, I have the ability to let him lose in Xuesheng country. Father, Tianchen is not a soft persimmon. No one can knead it if he wants to."

Xuanyuanche looked at xuanyuanyi. In his eyes, it was a decision, a firm sense of self-confidence, a kind of clank and lofty character, made of iron and steel.

Mute, Xuanyuan Yi looks at the firm Xuanyuan Che on his face, but he doesn't speak.

His son, he should know, he should know his temperament, ah, maybe, he's old, old can't keep up with his thinking.