The Cold Prince Dotes On His Wild Wife

"Kill me at a price!"

Having said that, all the people in black who still had a breath were all executed by Mo Yi, one who did not stay!

In this scene, Chu Cheng can't help seeing a cool spine on his back. This momentum is not lost to the master! In this world, if you can say that you can shoulder to shoulder with the master, I am afraid that this only woman is cold and arrogant!

After returning to God, Chu Cheng ordered the guards to dispose of all the corpses, but heard Mo Yan coldly ordered: "Send everyone's hands to the queen's palace!"

Chu Cheng froze, looking at Mo Yan creepily, "Girl Mo, this ~" After all, it is the queen mother and the mother-in-law, so? Right?

Mo Yan gave Chu Cheng a cold eye, "Or, send all their skulls!"

"Not ready yet!"

Chu Cheng gave an order, a chill on her back, this woman ~ can't mess with it!

Soon, everyone's hands were cut off, waiting for Chu Cheng's order. As a result, Mo Yan reminded him, "Send it at night!"

If the Queen Mother is not allowed to remember something, she really thought that she could kill herself without any thoughts!

The guards no longer looked at Chu Cheng, they naturally distinguished the situation, and the leader of Chu may have to listen to the girl in front of Mo! Chorus: "Yes!"

Soon, the blacksmith's shop dealt with it cleanly, and at this time a voice came, with a little husky and joy, "Who painted this picture!"

Mo Yan turned his head, and immediately forgot about the assassination that had just happened. She saw an old man leaning on his body with white hair, and the beard on his chin was similar to her master Mo Beicheng. They both looked extraordinarily similar. The difference is that Mo Beicheng looks like an old naughty boy, and the old man in front of him wears a white robe, just like the Taishang Laojun on that day, and the literati is gentle and immortal.

Seeing the old man's bright and hot eyes look at himself, Mo lips, walked forward, "I painted."

The old man laughed: "Ha ha ~ this little girl, do you want to do this?"

Mo Yan nodded, the old man crossed Mo Yan and walked into the blacksmith's shop, and said lightly, "Little girl, come in with your husband."

Mo Yan followed the old man and went in. The door was closed, Chu Cheng and Lilac were blocked outside, and the owner of the smithy was also closed outside the house.

"It's troublesome to make this thing, I'm afraid it will take half a month. Is the girl anxious?"

The old man spoke, Mo Yan shook his head, "Can't wait. I can wait for a month."

"That's good." After a pause, his eyes stared at Mo Yan, and the old man said, "Little girl, did you design this weapon yourself?"

"Yes."

"Are you interested in these?"

Mo Yan frowned, she was about these? Seems somewhat interested. After all, as a killer, she still hopes that the weapon in her hand can quickly and fiercely kill the enemy to prevent being assassinated.

This crossbow is a close-up defense weapon. If someone attacks from behind her, she can instantly kill the other person without any effort!

Seeing that the old man had been waiting for her to answer, Mo Yi had nodded. When the old man was excited, he grasped Mo's hand and said, "Little girl, how about the old man accept you as a disciple?"

"Not interested in."

Mo Yan simply answered. By the way, he pulled his hand out of the old man.

The old man passed in his eyes, but soon recovered his excitement. He said to Mo Yan: "Don't hurry to reject the old man. Come with me and show you something."

Mo Yan was curious, but inexplicably trusted the old man in front of him, so he did not hesitate to follow the old man towards the inner room.

The two came to the back room. The old man went to the bed and opened the painting on the bedside. After the painting, a flat wall appeared, but Mo Yi suddenly saw the strangeness of the wall and watched the wall slowly open. Mo Yan stared at the old man's back with his eyes wide open. I didn't expect that there was another mystery here!

Follow the old man into the back room. The back room is not large. It looks like a warehouse inside. It's dark. The old man gave two flames to Mo Yan, and the two kept walking down the steps. His eyes looked around, and then he could see everything inside clearly.

The walls are full of peerless swords, and even various excellent assassination tools.

Mo Yan could not help taking a breath and then turned to look at the old man, "Do you do these?"

The old man was very satisfied with Mo's expression at this moment, nodded his head and said proudly: "Naturally, the old man did it."

Mo Yan nodded slightly, but did not expect this old man to have such ability.

Mo Yan silently watched the precious weapons in the back room. For a long time, she glanced back at the old man, "I promise to be your apprentice! But I have a request!"

The old man said excitedly: "You said, as long as the old man can do it, he will not refuse."

"Draw the crossbow I gave you first."

"Wrap it on the old man."

"Also, don't let anyone know that I am your apprentice!"

"Yes!" Don't let anyone know? That's not something he can control!

"Master is here, please pray!"

"Get up, get up. Hahahaha ~ I didn't expect that Mo Huai also accepted a good boy!"

Huh, he had to take a look. When he was a good apprentice, he had to learn from him and compare him with his apprentice to Mo Beicheng. He believed that his good apprentice would definitely defeat Mo Beicheng's apprentice.

Of course, Mo Yan had no idea that the old man in front of her was actually hitting her idea. She was just thinking, why is this old man surnamed Mo ~

Seeing God, Mo Huai said to Mo Yan, "Girl, what's your name?"

"Mo Yan."

"Then I will call you after that for the teacher?"

"whatever."

"Don't be so indifferent to Master!"

Mo Yan is speechless ~

Why is it as silent as Ye Yunjin?

Inexplicable, why did she ring Ye Yunjin again? Mo Yan only thought of Ye Yunjin as she dangled in front of her eyes these days, so she thought of it when she was annoyed.

When leaving the back room, Mo Huai told Mo Yan what he liked to take out. As a result, Mo Yan thought of the silver needles used by Chu Cheng, and he politely took away the most valuable flying knives made of millennium black iron.

Mo Huai was so distressed that he kept complaining behind Mo Yan, "Amate, this flying knife is very precious. When you use it, you must take it back when you fly out!"

Mo Yan could not help but pumped at the corner of her mouth. She was sending it out. How could she recover it?

Ignoring Mo Huai behind him, he took the lead in leaving the secret room.

When Chu Cheng waited for Mo Yan, Mo Yan just coldly reminded everyone to go home.

Chu Cheng nodded, and left behind the blacksmith's shop after Mo Yan.

The boss of the smithy looked at the old man and frowned and asked, "Brother, can you give me something on this drawing?"

Mo Huai glanced at the people behind him and said proudly: "This matter, you have to ask my baby babies."