Luo Chen, on the other hand, frowned.

"Stop playing to death and let it go."

"Okay, Dad."

The prince was a little reluctant to leave.

He doesn't have this kind of method. After all, it's a heresy and he can't learn it himself.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it will really harm many people.

But the prince remembered the news from Ye Shuangshuang.

"Uncle Biao, please lend me the silk scarf you used to wipe your nose."

The prince said, already extending his hand.

Hong Biao reluctantly took out a silk scarf.

"It's been washed!"

Hong Biao explained.

But no one paid attention to him. The prince wrapped the silk scarf around the straw man, and then it was like a piece of clothing on the straw man.

Then the prince tore it apart fiercely.
Chapter completed!