The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 62 Please...

Yan Zhixin!
It was as if an invisible hand was holding his heart tightly, and an unprecedented sharp pain spread from his heart. Mo Junting's gaze gradually became cold, as if the surrounding air had been frozen.

Ling Shan glanced at him secretly, his handsome facial features were like ice sculptures, expressionless.

However, there seemed to be thousands of emotions rolling in his deep and bottomless eyes, which seemed to be gushing out at any time.

The monstrous anger under that calm appearance is shocking.

Ling Shan wanted to say something, but knew that any words would only have a negative effect, so she could only quietly wait for punishment.

But Mo Junting just uttered a sentence: "First settle accounts with Huangfu Feilin."

Outside the door, Huangfu Feilin was wiping her tears with her head down. Her alluring makeup was wet with tears, and she turned into a cat face.

Seeing Mo Junting appear, she raised her head and called out tearfully, "Cousin Ting."

She knew that if Mo Junting knew that she was in charge of this matter, there would be no place for her in the imperial family. She calmed down and the villain complained first: "Cousin Ting, I was forced by that Miss Yan." of."

Mo Junting's face was calm, his anger was restrained, he didn't seem to have the slightest ups and downs, and he said flatly, "Is that so?"

Huangfu Feilin's words were just a test. After she finished speaking, she carefully looked at Mo Junting's face. Seeing that he showed no signs of anger, she immediately understood what to do.

With confidence, she turned black and white and added embellishments: "Last night, that Miss Yan found me and forced me to send her out. She threatened me that if I didn't obey, she would... find someone to rape me." Today, she forced me to drive the son of Di Weiguang back again, and asked me to post photos online to divert your attention, so that she would have time to leave, cousin Ting, I really didn't mean it."

After listening to Huangfu Feilin Balabala finished speaking, Mo Junting didn't even move his eyelids, and didn't even ask a question.

Huangfu Feilin was not sure what he meant, raised her head, and found that the man's eyes were flickering with a palpitating coldness, so cold that she shuddered involuntarily.

Enduring her timidity, she raised her head delicately: "Cousin Ting, please..."

"I don't have a cousin like you." The man had no expression on his face, no warmth in his gaze, no emotion in his words, and his voice was cold and deep, "Blaze Heart."

Huangfu Feilin couldn't figure out what his last two words meant for a moment, and was about to ask, when she heard a ferocious dog bark.

The Tibetan mastiff jumped out from the flowers, bared its teeth, and flew towards her!

Huangfu Feilin has been afraid of dogs for many years, and wanted to run away as soon as she screamed.

But it was too late.

The Tibetan mastiff stretched out its sharp claws and scratched her back.

Huangfu Feilin let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground, just in front of the Tibetan mastiff's open mouth!

No one called to stop.

The Tibetan mastiff bit down without hesitation.

When Ling Feng arrived at the scene, Huangfu Feilin had already turned into a bloody man, comatose on the ground.

Ling Feng and Ling Shan looked at each other, and they were silent.

I'm afraid this is just Huangfu Feilin's reward for having his pet dog killed.

The price for letting Yan Zhixin go will only be worse!
After the Tibetan mastiff retreated, Ling Feng stood in front of Mo Junting, bowed slightly, but his feet showed a posture of sloppy feet.

Eight lives outside, eight deaths inside.

Nod if you want to stay alive.

This is the tacit understanding between Ling Feng and Mo Junting.

(End of this chapter)