Your Majesty, Empress Is Escaping

WC!

Seeing this situation, if Ink Yan still didn't know that she was treated differently, then she would have already lived a long life!

The main culprit behind this ending was Mo Da, who had his back to Ink Yan! Thinking that she might get a needle in the eye for this, Ink Yan could not help but feel a small universe in her heart.

"General, why do you want me to watch you do this?"

Was it because the ancients thought too freely, or was it because Molda was not normal and was born with an exposure habit?

Morda, disengaged from the woman's continuous wheezing, raised his eyes. He suppressed his desire to ask with his bloodshot eyes.

"49, do you think this general is very fierce?"

Ah?

His mind suddenly went blank. He always felt that watching the work and being brave and fierce were two different topics.

Ahhh!

At this moment, the woman, who was pressed down by Molda, suddenly let out a loud cry. The sound waves were unbearably loud, like a cotton quilt that bounced up and down.

General, a real man is a real man! Can't I … ahh ….

Countless cold sweat trickled down the back of her head.

It's over!

If you say something wrong when you're not paying attention, will you...

"Turn around!"

followed by Morda's shout.

"Look at me! "Answer my question!"

"Am I that fierce?"

Ink Yan's body stiffened instinctively, and her mind went blank.

Ahhh!

General, please spare me!

In just a few seconds, the woman's voice had increased by more than half!

More sweat continued to use ink on the back of the head to explain the gravity effect. An urge to beat Mo Da to death with the bottom of her slippers lingered in her heart!

F * ck Morda!

Actually, in your previous life, you used to travel across it with your little finger?

Why else would a woman automatically become the Lady Lysa of the Eagle's Nest when she meets you? You want to scream the whole house to echo?

What was even more ridiculous was that even though Ink Yan was currently 'incapacitated', Molda did not forget to ask for answers.

"49!" Turn around! "

"Otherwise, military punishment!"

At that moment, the thought of revenge and survival fiercely crashed into the back of Ink Yan's mind!

Dammit! Mo Da was definitely a villain! He had just been taken in and now he was tormenting him! If he was unable to overcome the first wave, who knows what he would encounter in the future?

Finally, Ink Yan stopped and turned around. She used her remaining peripheral vision to once again focus her gaze on Morda's neck. At the same time, he raised his hand stiffly and gave a thumbs-up, saying something that made him feel disgusted.

"General, you are indeed brave! No matter if it's the battle or being fond of women, being able to lose to you, everything will become extremely fortunate! "

"Heh heh." From behind his sweaty forehead, Molda shot out two ghostly glances.

It was obvious that he should be satisfied. However, that satisfaction didn't seem like a simple satisfaction of his self-esteem. The deeper desire floated in his eyes like the tip of an iceberg, tempting him to uncontrollably want to find out the truth.

But!

If only Molda had come for some psychological comfort!

Just as she finished her flattery and prepared to leave for the second time, Molda suddenly stopped his sprint and caught up with her from behind.

"As your master, you still haven't finished speaking. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Ink Yan could only unwillingly lower her head, suppress her impulse and ask her master, what else do you have to say?

At this moment, Mo Da suddenly grabbed her shoulders with one hand, changing her direction in an instant, and threw her onto Ji Rong's body. Before Ink Yan could even get up from her concubine, a cold command came crashing down on her.

"49, since you praise me as a man who can make everything so lucky. Then I decide. I will reward this woman for you to play with! so that you can be infected with my luck! "

Hearing this, Mo Yan's face turned pale. Subconsciously, she seemed to guess what Morda was going to do with her.

Even her concubine had stopped breathing and was waiting for Ink Yan as if she had seen a ghost.

And then Morda paused for a second, urging him on.

"Now, 49, you're welcome. Why aren't you making your move yet? "