stocking the prince to death

Chapter 343

Mei Qinghan's body froze, he looked up at Mo Qi with cold eyes, his heart trembled.

For some reason, I always feel that something is quietly disappearing, and something is quietly rising.

His eyes gradually blurred with a smile, and he nodded, "Yeah, Yan'er is so cute, His Royal Highness naturally won't dislike her."

Hearing Mei Qinghan's words, a killing intent flashed across Mo Yan's lowered eyebrows.

cute?

Is Mei Qinghan courting death?
If it wasn't for Sheng'er, he wouldn't be like this... pretending to be wronged in front of outsiders!
Mo Qi opened her smiling eyes immediately, she stood on tiptoe, and rubbed Mo Yan's ears with pity, and she was about to let go only after she successfully saw that Mo Yan's ears were red.

But Mo Yan put his head on Mo Qi's shoulder before Mo Qi left.

Although Mo Yan was several hours younger than Mo Qi, he was a head taller than Mo Qi.

Not to mention the difference in height between men and women.

The two men looked extremely beautiful from a certain angle.

It was as if the two were embracing each other. Although they were both tall and straight, Mo Qi looked even more petite.

It was as if Mo Yan held her in his arms, and suddenly became a little softer.

The man whose mind is only five years old seems to have grown taller in an instant.

Mo Qi was stunned.

Mo Yan's breath sprinkled on her face, thin, warm, and soft, such an ambiguous posture made no one feel any deceit.

Like a holy hug.

A gift from the gods.

She just stared straight at Mo Yan who tilted his head and rested on her shoulder.

Mo Yan's eyes were fragile and uneasy, but his pupils were clear without any impurities.

"Brother Huang," he said softly, his face finally turning normal, "can you let Yan'er stay?"

Mo Qi seemed to be awakened by a start, her face was reddish, and she dodged her eyes, "This... I want to ask Ji..."

"The deity disagrees."

After a domineering voice fell, Mo Qi's body trembled, and he even forgot to push Mo Yan away, just staring blankly at the person who walked over gracefully step by step.

The corner of Mo Yan's mouth was half hooked, and at an angle that Mo Qi couldn't see, those clear and impurity-free eyes instantly condensed a cold killing intent.

Mei Qinghan closed her eyes, turned her head away, and did not hide the obscurity on her face.

No matter what Mo Qi and the three of them thought, the one dressed in black was slowly walking in.

Wearing a fine and gorgeous black robe, the hem of the clothes gradually reveals coquettish Bana flowers in the night.

He lifted his feet and walked, as if he was stepping on blood flowers, filling the cold world with bright colors.

The black hair almost fell to the ground, and the strong wind blew, but there was no tremor.

This is a man who is very strict with others and himself.

There is a little more coquettishness in the profound facial features, and the enchanting breath seems to turn into substance and linger.

His eyes were filled with extreme indifference, as if nothing in the world could attract his attention.

But when his eyes shifted to Mo Qi, all the indifference disappeared, and it turned into a deep warmth in an instant.

If there is any weakness in Tiansheng Killing God, then his only weakness is Mo Qi.

Ji Ruyue had a smile on the corner of her mouth, and her slightly raised chin drew a delicate arc.

"Xiaoqi."

As soon as the words came out, Mo Qi's eyes lit up, and she pushed Mo Yan away and ran towards Ji Ruyue. Her villain complained first, "Why are you here too? Didn't you say you are not allowed to follow?"

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