Lonely King and Widow

Chapter36
Mo Wang didn't refute, and said in a deep voice: "That day I went to lure away the pursuers, and when I came back to find you, you had already been taken away by the Xiao family."

This explanation makes it clear... so he was the wild man who led her to escape from marriage halfway?

Mo Jiu thought about it, and felt that not to mention her predecessor, Mo Jiu'er, she was herself, and when she met such a man, she had to run away without even thinking about it.

Which woman is willing to marry a sick man?If you are lucky, you will be a widow for a lifetime; if you are not lucky, you will be a widow for a lifetime.

Thinking of this, she was overjoyed, "It's you, haha, God pays off, and finally waited for you... I said, let's stop here, and take me away quickly, right? That Xiao Liulang is not a man at all." Stuff, old thief, old poison... If I stay with him again, I don't know when I will die."

Her tone was as if the person she was going to marry was Xiao Jialiulang.Mo Wang didn't say much, but Aunt Lan turned pale with fright, and grabbed Mo Jiu's hand, refusing to let go, "Grandma, I beg you, don't run away again...... If Lang Jun chases after me, I'm afraid it won't be good again..."

"When he comes, I'll be happy and happy."

She grabbed Aunt Lan's hand instead, yelled at Mei'er, and went to Mo Wang's side, but during the conversation, she saw that Mo Wang's expression suddenly changed, he didn't move, and looked past her to look at the person behind her. long street.

Mo Jiu didn't understand why, so he turned his head to look, and couldn't help complaining about Aunt Lan's crow's mouth.

A line of people and horses lined up on the long street came over.

It was Xiao Liulang who rode the golden saddle of a BMW first, with a graceful and moonlike charm.

Surrounded by a group of armored guards, he was as high-profile as in the past.But on a hot day, he wore a robe and a silver-red soft smoke hooded cape on the outside.Under the scorching heat, everyone was sweating from the heat, but he was full of coolness, set off by a group of dark-skinned imperial guards, he looked luxurious and lofty, like a general from the sky, with a half-covered hat under his hat. There seemed to be a kind of evil and cool immortality on the face.

Xiao Liulang's appearance is as stable as ever.

But Mo Jiu thinks that his hood is for sun protection, so flirtatious!
"You're finally here." Xiao Qian didn't approach, and didn't look at Mo Jiu, just stared at Mo Fan, and sneered slowly, "Take it!"

"Here." A group of twenty or so imperial guards said in unison, and came over with their knives.

Mo Wang didn't hide, he just laughed loudly, "If I don't come, don't you want to be disappointed?"

Seeing the nonchalant expressions of the two men, Mo Jiu was doused with cold water again, giving him the illusion of being a bait.Of course, Xiao Qian was the one who tied the fishing line to her and threw her into the water with the fishing rod in his hand. As for the fish he wanted to catch——it was obviously Mo Wang.

The imperial army moved very fast, Mo Jiu felt a gust of hot wind sweeping by, before he could see clearly, he was dragged away by Aunt Lan and Mei'er to the side of the road, but Mo Wang had already fought with the imperial army.He is worthy of being a Mo family, and his kung fu is extremely good. A tube of blood jade flute can be transformed into a weapon. With just one stroke, the sword body is in the middle. This makes Mo Jiu, who has a lot of research on the art of mechanism and equipment, amazed.

She became more interested in this handsome guy.

Belonging to the Mo family, this man seems to be more powerful than her?
Originally, Mo Jiu didn't like watching people fight, and thought it was too bloody, but it would be a different matter if the fight was pleasing to the eye.

There was a sword in Mo Duxiao's flute, and the blood-red jade flute made the sleeves of his clothes fly away, he fought against ten imperial guards with his own strength, but he didn't lose the wind at all.That appearance, that talent and appearance, that martial arts, made Mo Jiu feel like he had found the hot-blooded rivers and lakes written by Jin Daxia, and he watched it with relish.

(End of this chapter)