Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Mo Qingfeng stepped on Zhang Guilan's thigh, hurting her, licking her mouth and snoring. "Let's let go... hurt... it hurts..."

"Zhang Guilan, do you want to break your legs or want your baby's daughter's face to be disfigured?" Mo Qing said coldly, the foot plate was forced to grind, and Zhang Guilan hurt and screamed.

"墨卿风, you don't go too far! You dare to be like this to the mother, you will not let go of you back!" Mo Zishan tightly holding Zhang Guilan wants to pull her back, can make the strength of the power Zhang Guilan, who couldn’t move the fullness, was obviously scared, but when she saw that Qian Qingfeng was bullying her own mother, she didn’t know where the courage came, and shouted at the face of Mo Qingfeng: “You are this 贱Man, let go of my mother! You will not let go, you will not be able to spare you!"

"He won't let me go? He won't spare me? You talk about how he will not let me go? You killed my mother, killed my sister, I was bullied by you in Mofu for 17 years, today I bully What about you all the time? He still wants to let me go? I still want to find him to settle the bill!"

She is here today to represent them and to clean up them.

Besides, this group of people is not really his family, her sly mommy, in the 21st century, and they all love her. Oh, think of this, Mo Qingfeng is a bit frustrated, she is here, the family is definitely sad...

At this time, there was a messy voice behind her, so that she would not think more about it. If she came, she would be safe and have a chance to go back.

They also heard footsteps. This was the frightened person who saw the arrival. Immediately, a drowning person caught the life-saving straw and his eyes brightened. "Houye... Hou Ye is back!"

Mo Qingfeng stepped on Zhang Guilan's thigh and sneered, and it was timely!

"What are you doing?" The cold voice of Mohouye was like a frost, and his eyes fell sharply on the back of Mo Qingfeng.

"Mu Chen brother, save us, the seven sisters want to kill, she came back like a crazy woman to see people!" Seeing Chu Muchen, Mo Zishan also did not care about Zhang Guilan, flew into Chu Muchen's arms, the eager appearance seems like Chu Muchen is her husband who waited for a thousand years, after suffering all kinds of suffering, finally waited for him.

When she hugged Chu Muchen, she cried so much that she was wronged and more pitiful.

Mo Qing’s foot was forced to make a sound of broken bones, and Zhang Guilan’s knee was broken.

"Ah... sir... the lord is sore..." Zhang Guilan rolled her knees in her hands and rolled on the floor, crying.

"You are not a filial daughter!" The ink took off quickly and glanced at the scene of the mess. When he heard the sound of broken bones, he was so angry that he quickly condensed a powerful force and attacked the back of Mo Qingfeng.

Mo Qingfeng felt the strong murderousness on her back. She sneered, and when the internal force hit by the wind was about to hit her, she flashed and quickly escaped the deadly cyclone. Not far from the plane tree, the phoenix tree that both people could not hold was cut off.

When the ink took off and the pupil was closed, the heart moved. Is this the ink wind in front of me? His angry and sharp eyes looked at the woman in front of him with amazement.

Mo Qingfeng stood in front of him in purple clothes, and the lips under the veil evoked, showing a cold smile. Her eyes were also indifferent, and at this time she gave a feeling of indifference and stunning, seeing Such a woman, they ignored her ugly yin and yang face.

She grabbed it and saw that one fell into her hand, and she was trembling and shivering.

"You told Hou Xiao what he said just now."

"Yes, it is... the slave said! The slave said! Just Xiaoju said, it was the big lady who asked her to cut the face of Miss Si with her knife and forced her to jump off the cliff. And... and when the three ladies gave birth to you, the big lady let Stupidly killed the three ladies, and then said that she died of dystocia... Xiaoju... Xiaoju said these..."

"Very good." Mo Qingfeng loosened her cockroaches, and she was so scared that her legs were soft, she sat down on the ground, her face was blue, and she was really afraid that she would end up like Li Xiaoju!

"No... not like this!" The grievance was like a frightened little white rabbit sticking to the purple ink of Chu Muchen's arms. He looked up with tears and looked at Chu Muchen with a fascinating look. Brother Mu Chen, you must ask for a fairness for my mother, she has not done anything harmful!"

Chu Muchen fell on the body of Mo Qingfeng from the eyes of her coming in. This dress, her, attracted his attention, and made him feel incredible that she was so light and can avoid the ink taking off.狠招.

Is she still the old ink wind?

Even if she is born and resurrected, it is impossible to become so powerful, or is she not the ugly one before?

Mo Qingfeng smiled and looked at Mo Zishan coldly. The bottom of the scene was all disgusting. "Ink Zishan, you will show this look again, believe it or not, I am looking for someone to **** you?"

She can't stand the woman who is so vocal and poisonous.

Mo Zishan’s face changed and he was even more wronged. “Mu Chen’s brother...”

Chu Muchen just glanced at her coldly. She was too concerned about the style of Mo Qing. The woman forgot to push her away when she sent her arms. Now she sees her sticking in her arms. Cold, she opened her like a rabbit.

"Mu Chen brother..." Mo Zishan heart is unwilling, grievously pouting a small mouth, her most admired Mu Chen brother Lian Moqing Feng this ugly woman can be jealous, but also give Wang Hao this positive position to her, why 娶Can she not be a side squat? Didn't he know that she always liked him?

"A woman who is not ashamed." Mo Qing sneaked a sneak peek at Mo Zishan, and the indifferent tone was full of contempt.

"Mu Qingfeng, who gave you the courage, let you mess up?" Hou Ye ink took off the eyes of bloodthirsty, masculine and a bit of a handsome face sullen and scary.

Mo Qingfeng’s scorpion cold and coldly glanced at Zhang Guilan, who was lying on the ground and gave a sorrowful pain. He said indifferently: “Accurately, the big lady gave me the courage. If she didn’t ask the killer of Qinglou to assassinate I, will I have the courage to come back and look for her to settle accounts?"

Zhang Guilan, who was rolling on the ground, suddenly shouted: "You are bleeding! I have not done this... ah, my face, my face is sore!"

Chu Muchen faintly glanced at Zhang Guilan, who had no image. The body suddenly gave off an amazing cold, and the ink was ugly. In name, he was also Wang Hao. She actually asked the killer to assassinate her to the Eight Kings. Later, his deep squats passed a glimmer of light, looking at the ink wind, but the killer of the Qinglou could not start with her? What kind of woman is she?

Mo Zishan looked at her eyes and saw her handsome face with a gloomy face. She was shocked and said: "Mu Chen brother, she is talking about lies, you don't believe her."

"Is it true? You can go to the Qinglou Building to see if you have received a list of killing the Qing Dynasty." Mo Qingfeng said.

"Even if the Qinglou received this list, you usually have too many offenders, and there are too many people who want you to die." Mo Zishan said.

Mo Qingfeng swept over with a cold gaze, and Mercury trembled in his heart. He approached Chu Muchen a few steps. He thought to himself that Chu Muchen would protect her. She would not believe that Mo Qingfeng dared to bully her. .

Mo Qingfeng smiled and said coldly: "Mo Zishan, it seems that I was too kind to you just now." She said, she stepped closer to Mo Zishan.

"墨卿风, what do you want to do? Isn't it enough for you to beat them like this?" The ink took off and suddenly stopped her, standing in front of her, looking at her sternly, after all, he was the master of the ink house, Her father, her eyes, made him very angry.

"Enough? I didn't want their lives to be very kind. Is this enough? If my mother is standing here, my sister is standing here, are you dare to say enough? Today I am coming back for revenge, Zhang Guilan destroyed My sister's appearance, I am going to ruin her daughter's appearance now."

"You..." The ink took off and was bitten by her words: "Mo Qingfeng, Zishan is your sister!"

Mo Qing wind smiled coldly, and slowly took her face close to the ink to take off. All she saw in her eyes was the angry face that ink took off.

"If I remember correctly, it will not be long before the death of the Queen Mother. You will go to the Eight Kings to say that you want to sever the relationship between the father and the daughter. Now I am no longer a man of Mofu. You are no longer me, and Mo Zishan is no longer My sister, I have nothing to do with the ink house." Her scent of blue sprayed on the face of the ink, the ink flew off and smelled a faint scent, which was her taste.

The words of Mo Qingfeng made him angry and shudder: "Mu Qingfeng, you are not a filial daughter!"

Mo Qingfeng stared at him for a moment, and suddenly smiled. "You made me become filial. If you blame, you will blame you for teaching women. This is the end of today's hatred. If you can't forget me, I will be very good." Patily play with you slowly."

After she finished, she didn't even look at Chu Muchen's eyes. She went to the gate of the Mofu. The breeze blew in, the purple skirt flew, and the blue silk danced with the wind, leaving a stunning purple scenery.

As she said, today is the end of this, the disfigured Zhang Guilan will live a life that is not as good as death. Mo Zishan died and spared her life. She would not be so polite as she would provoke her again.

As for the ink taking off, Mo Qingfeng thought, he sucked in the scent that she sprayed, and there must not be many days to live.

Since she can be alive, she will not be as boring as she used to be, so weak.

At this time, a huge iron-blooded bat stopped in the air and waved its wings, and on its back, stood a long, cold figure, dancing in Tsing Yi, and the narrow and long spurs radiated indifference and deep brilliance, focused and complicated. Looking at the wipe, I gradually went away to the purple shadow.

Mo Qingfeng seems to feel that this burning is like the eyes of the gods, and the surrounding is also like a chilly and familiar atmosphere, her pace suddenly paused, and turned to look in the direction of the iron bat.

She was slightly frowning. Except for some glaring sunshine, nothing was seen in the void. Is it suspicious? Feeling wrong? How does she feel that she has a gaze to follow her?

Will it be him, that one alone?

After the slightest surprise in Tsing Yi, the singer of Tsing Yi, on the back of the iron-blooded bat, the indifferent 眸 现 现 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷 冷The sun has become completely colorless.

She can feel his existence like this, it is not easy!

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Back to the cold water pavilion, Mo Qingfeng saw the **** with her worshipping on the table and slept on the table. Her appearance seemed to disturb her sleep. The **** immediately opened her eyes and looked at the ink wind. Seeing the master, the pair The little eyes are getting brighter.

"Do you want to be hungry?" Mo Qingfeng came to the table and sat down, caressing the cock's shiny feathers. The name of the world is what she took for it.

When she was with her, it was still a dull **** with ordinary feathers. She continued to feed it to Lingquan. Its feathers began to change, became shiny, and with emerald green, the cockscomb became more and more red, feet. It has also become golden yellow, and now it is like a sunny boy with a brocade.

After drinking the Lingquan for three days in a row, Mo Qingfeng was surprised to find that the **** seemed to understand her words. When she spoke, it would respond to her, or flap her wings, or nod her head, especially its Small eyes, bright and moving, like a spiritual cock.

The master of the world dominated the palm of the hand in the air, and Mo Qingfeng smiled and said: "You are a greedy ghost. In the morning, you have finished drinking the big bowl of Lingquan. Now you want it? Look at me. I am in a good mood today. I will take you into the space and let you soak in Lingquan."

The tyrants listened to the world, happily fanned their wings, and screamed, like a happy child.

"Do you know what I did just now? Revenge has gone! I swear, I must let Zhang Guilan live better than death, and the ink that I have long wanted to drive me out of the house, I will torture him slowly. Let him survive, he can't ask for death." Mo Qingfeng held the world in his arms, gently stroked the sleek feathers on his body, and the cold cockroaches flashed a haze. "Don't dominate, I will never let anyone else." Bullying us, anyone who bullies us must live a life that is not as good as death!"

She wanted to end the life of Zhang Guilan and Mo Feifei, but it was too cheap for them. She would never let them die so much. She wanted them to experience the pain they had never experienced before, let them die slowly.

"Giggle..." The tyrant screamed a few times, rubbing the arm of Mo Qingfeng with his head, as if comforting her to encourage her to agree with her.

Mo Qingfeng laughed, and the cold Xiaohua became gentle. She looked down at the **** in her arms and said softly: "We will go inside the space now."

The dominating world nodded happily.

Mo Qingfeng holds the dominance of the world, muttering: "If you enter the space, you can talk to your mommy. Let them know that I am doing very well here, very bully, bullying, they are sure Boast that I have the ability."