Marry a princess: Mr.Mo, please take it

The housekeeper didn't know what he was going to say. In fact, he wanted to smile bitterly. Over the years, the count wanted to find a woman, but he didn't expect that the woman the count was looking for had married, and that man should be a member of the top family like a woman, otherwise he wouldn't have that temperament.

The more the housekeeper thinks about it, the more uncomfortable he is. This life is really fucked. It happened to this extent before he came to the pocket. It really makes them think more and more. I'm afraid it's going to be worse. It's really over. I'm afraid it's going to be a bloody day when other people know about it, The more I think about him, the more headache I have. This situation is simply unbearable.

"You don't have to think too much. Just treat her like me. However, inform the people below that no matter what dance wants, give it to her. It's best not to provoke dance. Whoever provokes it at that time, stand up by yourself."

Siqiu's words are careless, but it makes the housekeeper feel a little beat in his heart. Although he believes that some of them don't have the courage to disobey the master, there are always a few who fight for the master's grievances. If you know this today, it's going to turn the world upside down. When you think of it, the housekeeper feels a headache again, And what happened next proved that he didn't think much.

The housekeeper felt that he was thinking too much, but he still calmed his heart and planned to talk to the people on their side and let them stop messing around. Otherwise, the bastards would really mess up, which would be really bad. The housekeeper respectfully said to Siqiu, "uncle, I'll go down and prepare some things first."

"Well, go down." Siqiu reached out and rubbed his eyebrows. There was a trace of fatigue in his eyes. He didn't know what was wrong with him. At the thought of the way Feng Jiuwu refused him that day and Mo yuan's words on the plane, he was a little tired and didn't know what was going on, but he just couldn't control himself.

Thinking of revenge seemed to be thinking of something. He smiled bitterly in his heart. He didn't know how long it would be. He felt tired, but didn't want to give up. He persisted for so long and didn't listen to other people's advice. He had to come to her. He once asked himself, is it worth it? But another voice solemnly told him that there was nothing unworthy of doing this. For her, even if he was broken to pieces, he still wanted to rush forward. If he had a robbery in his life, it was really that woman. He knew the pain of love but could not. He wanted to fight for it, but he didn't want to hurt the person he cared about, even if his previous friends told him, He can use some special means. He knows what the man means, and he can use others. That is, in the face of that woman, he can't use special means. This is his persistence in his heart and his unwillingness, so his friend always says he's stupid.

Now I feel a little silly. If I used some means to make Wuer like him in my last life, there might not be anything about Mo yuan in my life. Even if he was not so weak, I could figure out where Wuer was. He went to Wuer more than ten years ago. Would it happen better than now..

But Siqiu knew better that some things couldn't be thought more. When they happened, they happened. Even if he thought more, time could not go back. When he came to this world, it was even more impossible to guess what would happen in the future. At the thought of this, Siqiu flashed a bitter smile in his eyes and stretched out his hand to look at his white and slender hand, which was pale and outrageous, There was a faint, unhealthy pallor.

Siqiu knew clearly that his body had problems and his soul had more problems. However, he used a secret method to prevent his soul from seeing problems in Fengjiu dance. He didn't want Fengjiu dance to think more. He knew more about the damage of reversing time and space. He couldn't save him. Even Fengjiu dance couldn't save him. He knew very well, so he wouldn't expect anything, He can make himself live well in his life, but he is not sure whether there are other changes. After all, he can't use too much, otherwise the immortal Luo can't save him.

After a moment of silence, Siqiu suddenly thought of another woman. He could not help wrinkling his eyebrows. He always felt that something was wrong. Shang Mina had seen it before. Master said that it was fate for dance to come here. His words did come to the world through the crack of time and space. Even the most powerful people would be hurt if they crossed the crack of time and space, But with the exception of that dance, what does shanmina mean? There are a lot of things wrong with what she said before, but he can't tell. In his previous life, he also met Shang Mina and didn't think about the woman. He just felt that the woman loved to play, crazy and love some strange things. She was different from many women and her character was too free and easy.

But I don't know why, when he met Shang Mina in this world, he always felt that there was something strange, but he couldn't tell. He might think that his identity as a diviner was a little suspicious, but he also sent someone to stare at the woman and try not to let the woman find it. If the woman found it, he would retreat at the first time, He has only one request. Don't expose their origins. If the woman knows that he made people stare at her, I'm afraid it's going to dance.

At the thought of Fengjiu dance, Siqiu couldn't help but flash a smile in his eyes. He never regretted what he did and never regretted. Since he chose the road, even if there were any difficulties ahead, he would finish it. Even if he was broken to pieces, he would not hesitate. He loved Fengjiu dance, loved it very much and loved it to the bone, That kind of feeling is like being born. I can't resist and don't want to give up. It's like I really regret when I give up. I always feel that I give up. It seems that I have given up once, and I really don't want to give up this time.

He reached out and took out a jade pendant from his space magic weapon and looked at it. Siqiu Dingding stared at the jade pendant. His eyes were in a trance and with a trace of nostalgia. More importantly, he smiled bitterly. In fact, he sometimes wanted to ask Feng Jiuwu if she would like him without Mo yuan. If she hadn't been ill in her last life, would she accept him, If everything is good and master is still there, will she fall in love with him?

But Siqiu knew very well that if it was just a metaphor, it would not be true. After all, things had happened, but he was still very uncomfortable. He felt that he was going to die. The pain in his heart also spread out towards his limbs and bones, as if he was going to die in the next second.