Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 933 The man's handsome face is gloomy and evil, and the blood is faintly rippling in his eyes

Nalan Rongmo's falcon's eyes flickered with terror, and he held up the steel trash can with his strong arms.

He looked at Mo Linfeng who was lying on the ground without any reaction, and said: "A few days ago, you were quite capable, why are you lying on your stomach like a dead dog now?"

Accompanied by the sound, the brute force in his hand tightened, and the trash can slammed fiercely at Mo Linfeng's head due to the inertia of force.

Well, because a figure rushed past him suddenly, the trash can was slightly deflected in one direction, only brushed against Mo Linfeng's forehead, and fell down the stairs violently, twisted and deformed.

Si Kui blocked that force for Mo Linfeng, his arm was scratched with blood, and it seemed to be dislocated besides that.

Because of the loud noise of the fight, Mo Linfeng's bodyguards were soon attracted.

Si Kui was the first to notice that Mo Linfeng was unwell, and he said: "Mr. has an old illness, hurry up and take him away!"

Mo Linfeng missed that hit just now, Nalan Rong Moqi's eyes turned red, he took a step forward, and then he slammed it over.

This kick still landed on Mo Linfeng's waist, and Mo Linfeng almost lost his breath in pain.

Nalan Rongmo didn't intend to put his feet away, and the white pointed leather shoes pressed hard against Mo Linfeng's waist, and said coldly and arrogantly: "Oh, it's because of a bad waist, a hidden disease? Does it hurt? What the hell are you? Does it hurt? Give me a cry of pain, and I will let you go!"

Si Kui wanted to step forward to stop him, but was entangled by the bodyguards brought by Nalan Rongmo, so he couldn't separate himself.

Mo Linfeng sneered coldly, he didn't know if he had accumulated a lot or was really irritated.

He counterattacked unexpectedly, and suddenly pushed Nalan Rongmo out.

Well, with strong opponents, the battle has always been the most intense.

Mo Linfeng stood up, his face was indifferent, even though the forehead was still oozing blood, he was still noble and handsome in a mess.

He stood on the steps, looking down at Nalan Rongmo who got up from the ground, and said slowly with a smile.

"Compared to the physical pain, Nalan, you should be in more pain than me, right? Thinking about the wife who has been raising her for two years, she couldn't bear to take a bite, but in the end, there was not even a scum left after being eaten by another man. , If I were you, you would have no face to live on. Either, get a divorce directly if this woman is gone, or find a place where no one will cover your face with a fig leaf and throw yourself into the lake to die. Because you have no face to see people!"

Nalan Rongmo's handsome face was gloomy and evil, and blood was faintly rippling in his eyes.

He said to Mo Linfeng: "Mo Linfeng, unless I die, you don't want to get Zhishui from me in this life. A scumbag like you is not worthy of her."

Mo Linfeng smiled calmly, his dark eyes were as calm as ink, and there was no trace of unhappiness.

He said lightly: "Then wait until you die!"

After he finished speaking, he walked down the steps, not intending to stay any longer.

When passing through Nalan Rongmo, he was stopped by Nalan Rongmo.

He didn't know where he got the Swiss Army Knife in his hand. The sharp edge of the knife was pressed against Mo Linfeng's neck. The knife edge pressed against the main artery, and there was a faint red mark.

Mo Linfeng's face was expressionless, and he had a posture of being completely unmoved even if Mount Tai was overwhelmed.

He sneered and said, "What? Do you want to die with me and let your wife be a young widow? Or do you just have this ability, and you don't have confidence that your woman will be yours? Will it be taken away by me?"

Nalan Rongmo was probably irritated, he held the handle of the knife very hard, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

(End of this chapter)