Miss Crazy Seven

Chapter 1357 Liuli's son? (five)

Mo Yan only felt that the weak woman in front of him looked very familiar, and her thick eyebrows were furrowed a little deeper. Hearing what she said, a look of disdain suddenly appeared on her face.

"Xuan'er mistook you for his mother, that's your honor."

"Master Mo Ling, what you said is wrong. My friend is not in good health. Your precious son almost threw her down just now. You are lucky. You gave us a very good meeting gift as soon as you came."

Su Changle's pretty face was full of anger, if she hadn't reacted quickly, Liuli might have been hit by that attack.

The current Liuli is like a terminally ill person. Su Changle suddenly regrets why she tempered her soul for Liuli on the spur of the moment. She clearly knows her life experience. As long as she finds her closest relatives...

"Are you going to accuse me again?" Mo Yan's voice was full of murderous intent.

Not to be outdone, Su Changle puffed out her chest, "Why, Lord Mo Ling is planning to kill me, a weak woman who has no strength to restrain a chicken, in public?"

Can't hold the chicken in your hands?

Mo Yan glanced coldly at Su Changle, a third-rank Martial Saint, with average strength, but it can't be called powerless.

It's just that this woman's breath is very strange, and I always feel that her strength is more than that.His gaze jumped over Xiangxue and landed on Liuli, and he couldn't look away for a while.

This woman could be blown down by a gust of wind, if he didn't feel wrong, the way she looked at him just now was full of murderous intent.

murderous look?This woman has a grudge against herself?
Liuli clenched her fists and turned around, "Lele, let's go!"

Her voice was as cold as a bay of stagnant water, without any waves, as if nothing in this world could catch her attention.

For some reason, Mo Yan actually felt a little distressed.

"Mother, mother, don't leave Xuan'er behind, mother!"

Mo Yan hurriedly picked up the crying little boy, "Mo Lixuan, she is not your mother. Your mother died of dystocia when she gave birth to you."

"Daddy lied, mother is not dead..."

Liuli's steps became faster and faster, and in the end, she was almost running wildly.

Let Xiangxue take Miyue to find the inn, Su Changle hurriedly followed Liuli, and in the blink of an eye, the two had arrived in the suburbs.

"Liu Li!"

Liuli stopped suddenly, "Lele, let me be quiet."

Su Changle looked at her worriedly, nodded, "Okay, I'll just sit here and wait for you."

The sun is gradually setting in the west, and the dusk of Qiuye Ridge is extremely beautiful. The sky is filled with orange clouds, like maple leaves.

Su Changle suddenly understood why this place was called Qiuye Ridge, not because of the plants, but because of the clouds.

Suddenly, Liuli's indifferent voice came, "Lele, is the Lord of Qiuye Ridge going to marry Princess Lian Luozhi of Wudu in three days' time?"

Su Changle froze for a moment, then nodded, "Well, I'm afraid everyone in the entire Xingyue Continent knows about this."

Liuli stood up suddenly, with a bloodthirsty smile, "Then, it's time for me to go and congratulate."

Su Changle had never seen Liuli show such an expression, and she felt a little scared, "Liuli, you..."

"Lele, you must have guessed it," Liuli turned her head to meet her eyes, gradually restraining her smile, her voice was cold and calm, "Mo Yan and Lian Luozhi are the ones who caused my soul to be scattered and fall into the dungeon of the underworld to endure a hundred years of pain. "

At this moment, Liuli exuded a strong murderous aura, as if he could destroy the whole world in an instant.

"Lele, you should practice hard in the wilderness cemetery these three days. After three days, there will be a good show."

　After finishing writing about Liuli, Changle will officially start her journey to be a strong man, and Meng Zhumian will appear later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)