Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

When she was in the air, she was like a wind, with a sharp knife on her neck, a sullen smile on her lips, her eyes staring at her coldly. "Since you like it so much." People are hanging on your lips, then I will fulfill you."

"Mu Qingfeng, what do you want to do?" Mo Zishan's face changed greatly, and he screamed at the air and screamed.

What do she want to do, do not know if she looks down? She came today to avenge her sister and her mother. She was not a drag-and-drop person, and with the killer last night, her determination was even worse.

To deal with Zhang Guilan, a woman with a lot of conspiracy and thoughts, she is more embarrassed and cruel than her!

Mo Qingfeng started to fall, the elegant and brisk movements were like playing with knife and knife, and Zhang Guilan’s screams screamed and rang through the sky.

"墨卿风, you...you..." Mo Zishan saw that her mother’s face was suddenly destroyed, angry and angry, but she did not dare to stop, and had to shout people to save lives, but the people who went around They were all kicked out by Mo Qingfeng, and they were so good. Who dared to move forward?

They haven't seen how Mo Qingfeng shot, and she was kicked by a few feet, and she still took Zhang Guilan with a knife, which did not affect her speed.

Is this veiled and incompetent Miss Seven wearing this veil?

It was not until the words "贱人" were written on Zhang Guilan's face that Mo Qingfeng threw Zhang Guilan to Mo Zishan.

Zhang Guilan has a painful snoring, this beautiful face is **** at this time, can not tell the horror, "Mu Qingfeng, you dare to do this to me ... you will be retribution!"

"When you made people cut through my sister's face, you should think that you will have such a day. What you have encountered today is your retribution." Mo Qing said coldly, and distributed a slap in the face. The coldness of the person, her words just finished, Zhang Guilan's dowry 丫鬟 Li Xiaoju's face suddenly became pale, and the body kept snoring.

"You, you are nonsense!" Zhang Guilan yelled in a panic. She was the majestic lady of the palace. Can this little monk ruin his wise? If they let them know what she did at the beginning, in her mind, wouldn't she become a sultry woman?

Mo Qingfeng was like a wind, and immediately came to Li Xiaoju to stand in front of him, with a sneer, the smile was like to push Li Xiaoju step by step to hell.

Li Xiaoju was so scared that his legs were soft, and he was going backwards. His face was pale as paper. "The slaves don't know... the slaves don't know anything..."

She stepped back and Mo Qingfeng went further. "How much do you know, my aunt's grandmother has no interest at all. I just want you to try the pain of being scratched by a sharp knife. I just had a face in Zhang Guilan. There is a swearing word on it. Do you want me to write the same two words on your pretty face, or write something else?"

"Ah... don't... don't..." Li Xiaoju fell to the ground with a sigh, scared his hands and screamed.

"Are you afraid?" Mo Qingfeng kneels in front of her and squeezes her chin. "You are far from my sister's face, and it is a pity to ruin it."

"Don't... Seven Miss spared the slaves! That year... In the past... the slaves were forced to do that, it was... the big lady forced the slaves to do this..."

In the face of death, when there is a sorrowful person, there will be fears. The sorrow of Mo Qingfeng makes her feel scared and makes her feel that death is close. She has to tell what Zhang Guilan had forced her to do.

"And... there are three ladies, she is not Miss Seven, you are dying... She is... She is... The big lady is jealous of the three ladies who are favored by the lord. On the night of the three ladies, Miss, she bought a pass. ...so...so..."

"Xiaoju, what are you talking about!" Zhang Guilan was full of **** face. She struggled in the arms of Mo Zishan to stop Li Xiaoju from continuing to talk, but the pain in her face and the anger in her heart made her limbs soft. Powerless, I can't climb at all.

"The slaves didn't talk nonsense... really didn't!" Li Xiaoju shook her head desperately, and the sentence she said was true.

"Of course I know that you didn't talk nonsense. When I saw you with your own knife and scratched my sister's face, would you dare to talk nonsense?" Mo Qing said coldly, his face was gloomy and terrible, Zhang Guilan, Zhang Guilan, you are so vicious. What is wrong with a woman, her mother-in-law? Want to kill her? What is wrong with her sister? Want to ruin her face?

Zhang Guilan, who was still holding a glimmer of hope, heard the words of Mo Qingfeng. She was stunned and a fear rushed into her heart. She looked at Mo Qingfeng with fear. At that time, she and Li Xiaoju were both in the room. I didn’t expect her to watch. In this scene, and she can endure for so long, now I can tell, how terrible is this little monk?

"Don't dare... slaves don't dare to talk nonsense..." Li Xiaoju looked at Mo Qingfeng with fear. The eyes were like asking Mo Qingfeng. She said the truth. Can she spare her life?

"If you are so easy to sell the master's detention, don't stay." Mo Qing winds cold, hands and hands fall, sharp knife cut through Li Xiaoju's face, Li Xiaoju screamed, black eyes, halo The past.

"Useless things, my sister was not fainted when you were drafted. I just cut a few knives and you fainted." Mo Qingfeng threw away the knife and wiped out the blood on his hand. He glanced at Li Xiaoju, who was fainting.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Guilan’s face hurts with limbs and convulsions. The hatred of Mo Qingfeng has become a kind of fear. She suddenly feels that Mo Qingfeng is a demon, a demon who comes back to revenge!

Mo Zishan was so scared that she fell to the ground in an instant, she had a bad feeling, and the next disfigured is herself!

Seeing that Li Xiaoju’s perfect face was waving in the air of a few knives, it became a shocking flesh-and-blood look. I thought that my face would become like that. I would like to die and not be destroyed.

Mo Qingfeng came with a faint sneer and walked toward Mercury. Although the veil covered her deadly sneer, they could still see a scary chill from her, as if she was crawling from hell. The female ghost who came out to ask for life was terrifying. As she approached, Mo Zishan became more and more panicked. The beautiful face could not see a trace of blood, and it was pale.

"墨卿风, you don't mess! Don't mess!" The pain made Zhang Guilan feel scared, seeing her step by step like a ghost, she was very conscious, she held her baby daughter behind her, frightened and Angrily screaming at the ink, her face has been destroyed, her daughter's face must not be destroyed! If the daughter’s face is ruined, will their mother and daughter still have a foothold in the future? The mother relies on her son, even if her face is ruined, and seeing her daughter's share, Mohouye will not take her off.