stocking the prince to death

Chapter 112 The Thunder Before the Meeting 4
When Yuncheng smashed Changhong open with his inner energy before, Zhang Changqing was also affected by this powerful inner energy, and has long been unconscious.

When Mo Qi heard Yun Cheng's words, he suddenly laughed out loud, "Is the dignified Prince of Southern Xinjiang so meddlesome?"

"I don't like to meddle in other people's business, but what about yours... I just want to take care of it!"

Mo Qi is too lazy to talk nonsense with Yuncheng, and now Yuncheng's impression in her heart has turned into a negative number, and she feels that it is a waste of time to talk to Yuncheng.

Yuncheng is from Nanjiang, he will leave sooner or later, and it won't be too late for her to kill Zhang Changqing after he leaves.

Thinking about it, Mo Qi turned around directly.

The next moment, her footsteps stopped in place.

I always feel that it's so easy to let Yuncheng and Zhang Changqing go...it's a bit unacceptable.

A dark light flashed in the corner of her eyes, and then, taking advantage of Yuncheng's inattention, she turned around abruptly and stabbed Zhang Changqing's wound fiercely.

Another turned around and kicked Yun Cheng on the side of the waist. With the help of recoil, his figure jumped out and disappeared into the night.

When Yun Cheng realized it, Mo Qi had already kicked him on the side of his waist, he staggered, his internal force hit the ground to support himself, and he managed to stand still.

His pupils constricted, he turned around and looked down at Zhang Changqing. Two blood holes had been poked on his body, and he was really dying from bleeding.

After thinking for a while, he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out the powder from it, and sprinkled it on Zhang Changqing's wound. Soon, the two wounds stopped bleeding.

He sneered, "If it wasn't for this king's preparation, you wouldn't even be able to see the sun tomorrow. Your prince Tiansheng is really cunning enough!"

As he said, he rubbed his waist, if it wasn't for his deep inner strength that blocked some of Mo Qi's kicks, he might have lived like a eunuch for the rest of his life.

Xuan Yi didn't know when he stood behind him, seeing this, he rubbed his nose, but the slightly raised corners of his mouth revealed his schadenfreude.

Yun Cheng seemed to be aware of it, he blinked his foxy eyes, and looked back at Xuan Yi's paralyzed face, "Strange...Xuan Yi, do you think someone is laughing at me?"

"No!" Xuan Yi was serious.

"Could it be that this king has a wrong feeling?" Yun Cheng grinned, "Damn the Holy Prince!"

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Mo Qi's figure was jumping in the dark night, and the lights not far away were shining.

She narrowed her eyes, isn't this the brothel where she first met Mo Xian and Ye Pi?

She entered through the back door that day, but she didn't notice the name of this brothel - Luoxue Pavilion.

This name is very stylish.

And there is also a brothel opposite it, called Chunhualou.

The corner of Mo Qi's mouth twitched when he saw the name.

If it was her, she would definitely enter Luoxue Pavilion without looking at it.

The name Chunhuage is too low!
She lay on the eaves, watching the flow of people in the two brothels, one was obviously lively, and the other was obviously empty.

Only a few disabled, ugly and weak people in their seventies and eighties would go to Chunhua Pavilion.

She sighed, oh, it's such a good location, if she manages it, she will be far away from Luoxue Pavilion opposite.

In fact, the girls in Luoxue Pavilion and Chunhua Pavilion are similar, and the stores are also similar.

But the atmosphere in Luoxue Pavilion is obviously much better than the deserted Chunhua Pavilion here.

Mo Qi was taken aback when she thought about it.

That's right - she can buy Chunhua Pavilion and turn it into the largest brothel in the capital.

After all, the brothel is the biggest selling-gold-cave. In this way, she will also have income to provide for the bottomless pit of Feng Jie.

　It's updated, okay?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)