Evil Concubine from Heaven: The Amazing Seventh Miss

Mo Yan only felt that the woman who had won the weak looked very familiar, and her thick eyebrows were locked deeper. After hearing her say so, a touch of disdain suddenly floated on her face“ It's your honor that xuan'er mistook you for his mother. "“ Master moling, you're wrong. My friend's bones are not good. Your precious son nearly knocked her down just now. You're good. You'll give us a very good gift. " Su Changle's pretty face was full of anger. If she hadn't reacted quickly, Liuli would have been hit by the attack. Now Liuli is like a terminally ill person. Su Changle suddenly regrets. Why do you quench Liuli's soul on impulse? Obviously, everyone knows her life experience. As long as you find a close relative... "You blame the master of this ridge again?" Mo Yan's voice was full of murderous spirit. Su Changle was unwilling to show weakness and stood up. "Why, master moling is going to kill me in public, a weak woman who has no power to bind chickens?" No strength to bind a chicken? Mo Yan swept his eyes coldly. Su Changle, a third-class martial saint, has average strength, but how can he say that he can't get started and has no power to bind chickens. However, the smell of this woman is very strange. She always feels that her strength is more than that. His eyes suddenly jumped over the fragrant snow and fell on the glass. For a time, he couldn't move away. The woman's weak wind can blow down. If he doesn't feel wrong, her eyes are full of murderous spirit. Murderous? This woman has a grudge against herself? Liuli tightened his fist and turned, "Lele, let's go!" Her voice was as cold as a bay of stagnant water, without waves, as if nothing in the world could attract her attention. Somehow, Mo Yan felt a little distressed“ Mother, mother, don't leave xuan'er, mother! " Mo Yan hurriedly picked up the crying little boy, "Mo Lixuan, she is not your mother. Your mother died of childbirth when she gave birth to you."“ My father lied, but my mother didn't die... "Liu Li walked faster and faster, and in the end, he almost ran wildly. Let Xiangxue take miyue to find the inn. Su Changle is busy keeping up with Liuli. In the blink of an eye, they have come to the suburbs“ Coloured glaze! " Liuli suddenly stopped, "Lele, let me be quiet." Su Changle looked at her worried and nodded, "OK, I'll sit here waiting for you." The sun gradually sets in the West. The dusk of Qiuye mountain is very beautiful. Orange clouds are all over the sky, just like maple leaves. Su Changle suddenly understood why it was called qiuyeling, not because of the plants, but because of the clouds. Suddenly, Liuli heard a cold voice, "Lele, will the Lord of autumn leaf ridge marry the princess of fog in three days?" Su Changle was stunned and nodded, "well, I'm afraid people in the whole Xingyue continent know about it." Liuli suddenly stood up and smiled bloodthirsty, "then it's time for me to congratulate." Su Changle had never seen Liuli show such an expression, but she felt a little afraid, "Liuli, you..." "Lele, you must have guessed," Liuli turned to her eyes, gradually converged her smile, and her voice was cold and calm. "Mo Yan and Lian luozhi were the people who scattered my soul, fell into the dungeon of the underworld and endured a hundred years of pain." At this moment, Liuli exuded a strong murderous spirit, as if he could destroy the whole world in an instant“ Lele, you should practice in the wilderness cemetery these three days. After three days, there will be a good play. "