Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

In the space, the wooden pot is full of Spirit Springs, usually chickens can't swim, but the masculine world is special, it is like a gooseberry swan, swimming in this pot Spirit Springs, bathing, drinking water... this is its little heaven and earth.

On the other hand, Mo Qing's wind bubbled in the Spirit Spring. Her veil had been removed. The red dot left by the needle was much better after applying anti-inflammatory cream. It was soaked in the Spring, and the mark had faded considerably.

She believed that if she took the anti-inflammatory muscle cream she had studied, and then tied a needle the next day, she would lose the ugly mark in less than half a month.

After soaking up the Spirit Springs, Mo Qingfeng entered the laboratory to study all kinds of secret medicines. If she wants to survive better in this Rosen continent, she needs to refine more secret medicines from this laboratory.

There are two kinds of mysterious drugs that she has studied: good drugs to cure diseases; and poisons to kill people.

Mu Qingfeng's research drugs were quite brilliant, and Pastoral knew that she wanted to be a Special Forces soldier and taught her very carefully.

Moreover, Song Min Xiao taught her some traditional Chinese medicine. She herself went to learn a lot. I didn't expect that what she learned could be used when she came here.

Over the past few days, relying on the memory of her original master, she has grasped the world. She knows exactly what good drugs are for sale these days and what poisons are irresistible. She can hide poisons in all parts of her body now, so long as she is tough enough, her position in the world will be stable!

For several consecutive days, Mo Qingfeng spent time in space and cold water pavilion, and did not take half a step.

That day, she came out of space, and it was already night.

Tonight, the Eight Kings' Palace was different from the usual night. Tonight, the lights were bright and the courtyard of Coldwater Pavilion lit up. Mo Qingfeng stood in the front yard, but felt an awesome wind and bitter rain spreading from the main temple.

What's going on? What's going on?

Mo Qing wind frowned and walked out of the Coldwater Pavilion with a bully, walking down the corridor to the main hall.

In the corridor, she met a divine and hurried maid, who saw her shaking for a moment, “King... Princess...”

Mo Qingfeng's ghost killed more than 20 men spread the heat, and now the entire Eight Kings' Palace, those who had bullied her, will be scared to look at her and afraid that they will end up like Yi Qingyun.

“What happened?” Mo Qingfeng grabbed the maid and scorned the palace.

“Return to the Princess, Madam... Madam..."

Mo Qingfeng frowned: “Dead? ”

The maid nodded her head constantly, frightened her face and turned blue. Mo Qingfeng let her go and said coldly: “Go busy. ”

Mo Qingfeng smiled despicably. It hasn't been seven days. Are you starving to death so soon?

It's not funny how easily people die.

Now that Yi Qingyun is dead, she doesn't have to make this fun. She wanders around. It's a beautiful night!

Chu Muchen? Mo Qingfeng stopped and his face cooled down.

By the pool of lotus flowers, Chu Muchen attacked the long white shirt, his figure stood still, the night breeze blew, his dress danced like that unseen running water under the night.

Mo Qingfeng turned away, Chu Muchen suddenly turned around, the cold and heartless voice came from behind her: “Mo Qingfeng, you are so vicious, a good man, just like that you tortured to death, are you happy now? ”

Mo Qing wind slowly turned around and looked at the cold and desolate Chu Muchen. She did not wear a veil and applied anti-inflammatory cream to her left face. The color was a little deeper than the original birthmark. At this time, she looked even uglier. The glow of the clear and cold eyes flashed, which made Chu Muchen very unhappy.

“Prince Eight, if you want to talk through your brain, what do you mean I tortured you to death? If I hadn't been blessed, I think I'd been buried in the backwoods, and the bodies would have rotted, how could I have stood here and talked to you? I know that the Eight Kings have always spoiled Yi Qingyun, and now she is a starving ghost. You are heartbroken and sad, I understand that very well. But I want to ask you, if her life is her life, my life isn't my life? ”

She walked, gently walked to Chu Muchen's face, her cold eyes changed, and looked at him delicately, stretching out the fiber fingers as white as a jade gently poked his heart, Chu Muchen's heart “chirped”, her face looked deeply at her, her eyes, such behavior, made him very unhappy.

Mo Qingfeng raised his head and stared deeply at him, "Your Highness, if I didn't survive, do you know that Yi Qingyun and Zhao Minjing killed me, would you run to them and train them to be cruel? ”

“…” Chu Muchen's eyes are deeper, will you? Will he come to them and say they're cruel? I don't think so. What's it to do with Mo Ching Feng's life and death?

Seeing him, Mo Qingfeng sighed disappointingly and said darkly: “Alas, I knew that in your heart, my life is not human, you must be wondering what my life and death have to do with you, I'm just an ugly person. ”

Chu Muchen looked at her indifferently, slightly picking his eyebrows. What did he think she knew?

Indeed, her life and death. What does that have to do with him?

Mo Qing's face changed and God quickly restored her original indifference. Her cold eyes looked slightly disgusted at Chu Muchen and said harshly: “I don't care if there is me in other people's hearts. In my heart, my own life is bigger than in heaven. Others don't offend me. I will never offend others. If others offend me, I will never forgive them! Prince Eight, even in your heart, my life is like suke, but you cannot say that I am cruel. If Yi Qingyun keeps his side in the royal palace and doesn't provoke me, I would never do this to her! Besides, you have no right to say how cruel and heartless I am. I can't even control my own woman. The more cruel person is you, not me! Don't pretend to be a saint in front of me. Go to the spiritual hall and wait for her. Don't blame me. ”

“Mo Chingfeng, what's your attitude?” Chu Muchen looked at her indifferently. After all, he was the Eight Kings, her husband and husband. Even if he was wrong, she should not talk to him with such tone and attitude. Except for his mother, even the dead queen had never disrespected him.

Mo Qingfeng smiled coldly, “What attitude do you have? I am what attitude is. I call reaching out and not smiling people. You are good to me, and my attitude towards you is naturally not going anywhere. ”

“Mo Qingfeng, this king is your husband, please respect your attitude towards this king! Otherwise you'll feel better in the days to come!” Chu mu's lips said unhappily.

Mo Qingfeng thought it was funny. This is the best joke she ever heard as she crossed here. She caressed the cock in her arms, her eyes condensed and looked at Chu Muchen with a smile. "You admit to being my husband? But I won't admit you're my husband. I don't have to respect you. Don't you remember? I was married to it in the chapel, and it accompanied me the night of the candle night in the cave. As for how I feel in the future, it's not up to you. ”