Agent Leng Fei: Playing with the Heartless Emperor

Chapter 273
At this moment, Tingxue really felt Master Chen's sigh. Three years ago, Li Wang devoted himself to everything, and he did everything for the heaven and the country. Now he is completely subverted. The word love is worse than poison. .

"Okay, you should be your King Li first, and I promise you to do your best." Ting Xue compromised, and Jun Liyang nodded, which was considered a compromise.

The eyes of the baby beside him flicked between the two adults, and cried again with a wow.

Today's Wanzhi doesn't know anything, she puts all her heart on the child, Mo Ling loves Wanzhi in every possible way, everyone in the tribe knows that the boss loves his wife to the bone.

Moreover, Mo Ling, who has stayed in Jizhou for more than ten days, doesn't go out very much now, and will take Wanzhi to see the wonders of the desert.

The setting sun in the desert, like blood, envelops the whole desert like an illusion, Wanzhi looked at it and couldn't help shouting, "Ah—"

After shouting, she was out of breath, and sat down on the sand as soon as she fell down. Mo Ling sat beside her, watching the ups and downs of her chest, watching her dazed eyes staring at the red-stained Huang Sha blurted out a word, "What are you thinking?"

Wanzhi didn't seem to hear it, she just looked at the sand, her eyes felt astringent and uncomfortable, she smiled every day, and she forgot every day——

Mo Ling watched her soft white face roughened by the wind and sand, watched the light and shadows of the thin hair on the transparent neck, and watched her earlobes tremble softly like pearls, and his heart trembled suddenly. , When my mind became hot, I suddenly remembered the scene in the cave that day, how many times I relived that scene in my dreams.

When he came back after saving her and went back to Jizhou to deal with everything, Mo Yilu wouldn't know that if he didn't go back to the capital, he heard the words, the real reason was not King Moyi's life or death, but the letter from the inside of Jizhou. Yes, the revenge in his heart is not at this moment, after so many years of enduring, his heart is no longer in that distant capital, the person he hates to the bone in the capital.

But in those ten days, he discovered that he had never missed a person so much in his heart. The woman before him passed by, just like a man, but she was different. When he didn't see her, he would miss her, and when he saw her Her, his heart would tremble frequently, he often avoided her, he was afraid of hurting her on impulse, and endured that he could, he would, have been practicing kung fu for so many years.

But at this moment, looking at Chu Chu's eyes, she wished that water would flow out, dripping on the scorching sand, and it seemed to melt the desolation of the ground. Her eyes were too deep, but they were full of ice and snow, which made him forget sometimes. Everything, he found that when he was calling Sokia in his dreams, there was a pool of autumn water flowing on her veil when he first met her.

Her hair is loose, exuding a lazy atmosphere, her collar is slightly open, reflecting the red light of the sunset in the desert, like a fire burning to the bottom of Mo Ling's heart, he suddenly realized at this moment that this woman has actually He changed a lot. In his life before, there was only darkness, indifference and forbearance, and hypocrisy. He suddenly had an illusion that maybe she was really Sokia sent by heaven to make up for the injustice in his life.

Why did he bear it? Mo Ling's eyes became hot. Looking at the soft white and round earlobe, he suddenly rushed forward and bit it. Wanzhi was still in a daze. She was startled, and Mo Ling grabbed the hand she just raised. He tore her clothes and threw her to the ground.

It was only at this moment that Wanzhi realized how she had forgotten that he was from a desert tribe. This group of savages had the most primitive desires and viciousness.

(End of this chapter)