stocking the prince to death

Chapter 582 Distressed, soft hearted (2)

Follow in the footsteps of Lan Fenghua?
Mo Qi raised his eyebrows, his originally clear eyebrows were somewhat dimmed under the flickering light of the carriage.

She laughed lowly, "There is nothing wrong with following in Lan Fenghua's footsteps."

At least you don't have to be restrained by others, and you can live freely and freely.

Hearing Mo Qi's words, Wu Hui only felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet.

She turned away and didn't speak.

It's just that a softness suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.

Although she likes Mo Sheng, after knowing that Mo Sheng is a woman, she doesn't feel much pain, but only loves Mo Sheng.

She would think back to those days, when she and Mo Sheng started to quarrel and fight as soon as they met.

At that time, she only felt that the young man was too arrogant, but his superficial skills were so good that no one could find out his mistakes.

Every time I was so angry that I jumped.

Come and go, a heart is lost.

But the unborn boy didn't notice it, as always, he was... disgusting!

She closed her eyes to hide the moisture in her eyes.

Now that I think about it, how much did the young man endure to hide such a big thing in the palace, how much did the young man pay behind his back to get a place in the court, and how much did the young man do to be able to be free and unrestrained in the Jianghu...

Her heart was so soft that it turned into a hot spring.

"It's up to you, but your identity should be kept secret, and if you are not sure, don't be noticed by others."

Mo Qi: "..."

She glanced at Wu Hui, seeing Wu Hui's rare kindness, she didn't know how she felt.

There is this feeling that the shaman painting in front of me may be a fake shaman painting.

In the past, with the temper of this dead old woman, wouldn't he kill her?
Talking so well?
Just as her thoughts started to wander, the carriage suddenly shook twice, accompanied by an arrogant and domineering voice,

"The little girl inside, she sings so well, get out of the car and warm your grandpa's bed!"

After the words fell, bursts of laughter came from all around.

Hearing this, Mo Qi and Wu Hui sneered at the same time.

They looked at each other and saw killing intent in each other's eyes.

Mo Qi nodded the witch painting, and said, "I'll handle it!"

Wu Hui followed her to cover up the affairs of the dark pavilion, while Liu Guang and Xuanying followed her in the dark this time.

Now that they encountered these things as soon as they came to the city of wicked people, they couldn't do without them.

For now, the only way is to kill the chickens to scare the monkeys!
Use one to police a hundred!

Mo Qi sneered and opened the curtain.

The carriage was surrounded by a group of people at this time, and the leader was full of beards, and his mung bean-sized eyes were squinting at the carriage.

He stepped on the carriage with one foot, with an expression of "I am the biggest in the world".

Mo Qi looked at him condescendingly, "Dare to ask this man...beer belly, bucket waist, Mediterranean, small eyes, flat nose, 1.5 meters...what are you doing!"

"You're courting death!" Wang Ba waved the ax in his hand, "Do you know who your grandpa Wang is!"

Mo Qi raised her eyebrows, "Oh, bastard, who are you?"

"How do you know my name is Wang Ba!"

Mo Qi: "..."

She looked at Wang Ba speechlessly, "I think you are very bastard, but I didn't expect you to be really bastard!"

After a pause, she added: "The thousand-year-old tortoise bastard!"

Wang Bahu was startled, and finally realized that Mo Qi was scolding him, and his eyes widened, "Yellow-mouthed boy! You want to die!"

Mo Qi blinked, with an innocent face, "Aren't you a thousand-year-old turtle bastard! This baby is right!"

　Explosive second bomb~
　　Babes, keep bubbling, otherwise the stupid author will always have a feeling that no one will read the text...

　　If there are more than 200 replies in this chapter, two babies will be drawn to give 100 book coins~
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(End of this chapter)