(ARC 1-4 ) Quick wear: The host of Bailian is milky and sweet

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Before Chu Xiao finished speaking, the communication was cut off.

"Xiao Shenshen, since you are here, why don't you come in?"

Communication was cut off.

Ji Si's face was dark and solemn, but he didn't speak.

"System, can interstellar live broadcast be activated?"

"Can."

"That's good, remember the one-way live broadcast, you can't let him notice, understand?"

How could this system not understand, after all, it has followed the host for so long.

"knowledge."

When the words fell, the system directly connected the live broadcast permission of the entire Interstellar, and transmitted the current picture in real time.

But the host can't see it, and others can't comment in real time.  They can only see the picture and hear the sound.

Ji Sishen put his hands around his chest with his leisurely hands, and glanced at Mu Xingchun, who was lying in a pool of blood.

"The third prince doesn't seem to care at all, his own third prince concubine?"

Naturally, Chu Mu didn't care.  He kept him because his face he looked like Ji Sishen.

"He seems to have made Xiao Shenshen unhappy. Since that's the case, it's okay to kill him."

"What's more, I think from today onwards, the third imperial concubine should belong to Xiaoshen."

Ji Sishen didn't immediately refute, but only tentatively said, "Listen to what you mean, Fu Ting is indeed in your hands."

When it comes to Fu Ting, Chu Mu is not annoyed.

"Since Xiaoshen cares so much, why don't you come up?"

Chu Mu extended his hand to Ji Sishen.

Ji Sishen's eyes fell on Chu Mu's hand, expressionless.

At this moment, Ji Sishen is not the usual milky and tender appearance, and of course, Chu Mu is not Fu Ting either.

Ji Sishen could feel that his spiritual power his was suppressed, and he could not even release the spiritual realm.

It seems that this person is really prepared.

Ji Sishen walked over directly, without reaching out, he went straight to the starship.

Chu Mu looked at the empty hand and didn't care much.

"Look, this is my place, does it look good?"

Ji Sishen naturally wouldn't read it.  If it was Fu Ting, it would be different.

Ji Sishen found a place to sit down at will, resting his chin with one hand, and spoke like an ordinary person chatting.

"So, can you tell me now, where is Fu Ting?"

Chu Mu sat opposite Ji Sishen, smiling like a spring breeze.

He even poured a glass of wine for himself and Ji Sishen, "Xiao Shenshen, I can't tell you this for the time being."

Ji Sishen shook the wine glass, looking at the liquid inside, his light-colored eyes his wondered what he was thinking.

"Yes?"

Chu Mu's gaze on Ji Sishen was greedy.

"However, if Shenshen is willing to divorce Fu Ting and follow me, I can consider telling you where Fu Ting is."

Ji Si laughed softly, his brows and eyes his were full of tactful smiles, as if he could see through the heart of the third prince.

"How do I think that even if I agree, the third prince will not tell me?"

Chu Mu's mind was guessed, but he had no expression.

He took a sip from the wine glass, as if it was Ji Sishen.

Swallow it directly, it's unforgettable.

Sure enough, the people he saw were so good.

But Ji Sishen didn't touch the wine, he was disgusted.

Turning the wine glass in his hand his, the whole person is a bit like a spring breeze, as if everything is calm and peaceful in contrast to him.

"Let me guess, why did Your Highness ask Mu Xingchun to call me here?"

Chu Mu became interested and turned to look at Ji Sishen, "Then I wonder if Xiaoshen can guess it."