Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

After the EU fainted, Mo Qingfeng quickly stuffed it under the bed. Her head glanced coldly at Ink Purple Sun and Zhao Min Jing, she refined the essence, the medication was particularly strong, the seizure time was very fast, now their eyes were like a layer of water fog, their cheeks were red, they were dying to breathe, she smiled coldly, “the drug effect seized, you arranged the fun will soon be appreciated, wait here and I will arrange a good man for you. ”

Mo Qing wind point drilled their hole, the drug effect seized, they could not control themselves at all, and their will became fragile, at a time when they felt very sad and eager to have a man to hug them.

Mo Qingfeng quickly returned with a man who was a cook. Mo Qingfeng's predecessor went to the kitchen to find food. Without his deliberate difficulties, Yi Qingyun and Zhao Minjing would not have hit her to get food in the kitchen, and she would not have been killed.

This man also took the medicine of Mo Qingfeng, the effect of the medicine was faster than Zhao Minjing's. As soon as Mo Qingfeng threw him in, he immediately knocked down Yi Qingyun. Under the urging of the effect of the medicine, Yi Qingyun, painful and patient, immediately tore the man's clothes with his hands like claws.

Mo Qingfeng was satisfied with this image, she smiled cold, her eyes flashed through the cold, exited the room, shut the door, at this time the corridor heard a crowd of messy footsteps, they rushed this way.

Mo Qing's eyes sank and swept the end of the hallway. Then he leaped and flew as gently as a swallow onto the roof. Even sitting on the roof could hear the noise of discord coming from inside.

“Did you really see the princess bring a man into her house? If you lie, the king will not forgive you!” Chu Muchen's cold voice sounded and his indifferent eyes filled with shadows and slaughter.

“Back to the king, yes... yes! The slave saw the princess walking this way with a shadowy man, and the princess was holding the man's waist.” Zhao Min Jing's maid respectfully said, still in a frightened tone.

Mo Qingfeng smiled coldly on the roof. She remembered that it was so much fun to live like this here.

If she has a cell phone, she really needs to talk to Mobson and Huang Ling right away and show them how windy she is here.

As soon as Chu Mu Lip walked to the door of Mo Qingfeng, he heard the noise of the house from time to time, and even the sound of "snapping”.

Everyone here, hearing this weird voice, understands what's going on in there.

Not many came, Chu Muchen and his two bellies, Duwenjun and Snow Ling Bai, the maids of Zhao Minjing and Mo Zishan, and two brothers, Chu Muchen.

Men and women are locked in the house, and there's this noise coming out, and you can think about what's going on in there with your knees.

Chu Muchen's cold face has become very ugly, and he spreads a strong killer, and he hates the inky wind. But now she is still the princess of the Eight Kings' Palace, dare to have sex with a man behind his back?! He was so angry he punched the chestnut in his face and his fist was tight.

The two brothers standing behind him revealed a look of happiness and anticipation. The screaming must have been very intense, right?

Bang!!!

Chu Muchen kicked the door open and rushed in. The rest of the people followed him. Zhao Minjing and Mo Zishan's maids glanced at each other and their eyes flashed with a smile.

Mo Chingfeng, that ugly bastard is dead! Woman with bad reputation, see how she stands in Chu Qianguo in the future!

When they saw the scene in front of them, they all stayed, especially Zhao Min Jing and Mo Zishan's maids. When they saw the scene inside, their faces were suddenly pale and they looked shocked at the bodies of the two red fruits. The two women were riding on the men...

The three men who enjoyed themselves on earth had no knowledge of the arrival of Trumuchen.

“Husband... Husband... ma'am! ”

“Miss! Miss! ”

The two maids began to shake their legs. They never dreamed of it. This was how it happened. They wanted to pull their masters forward, but they saw Chu Muchen's shady face that could drip out of the water. They had to stand there and shiver with Cersei.

“Snow Spirit! Pull them away!!!” Chu Muchen roared uncontrollably, and the roar seemed to crumble the house.

“Yes… yes!” Snow White snowed back coldly. She had just wiped a cold sweat for Mo Qingfeng. She heard the sound inside outside. Her heart trembled for a second. She wondered how Mo Qingfeng could be such a woman. How could she do such a thing? When she saw clearly that it was Mo Qishan and Zhao Minjing, she took a deep breath.

She flew up quickly, pulling away Mo Zishan, who was about to go to the High Dynasty, and Zhao Min Jing, who was licking the man's retreat, completely lost their mind. She just felt that her body was empty and impatient. She needed something to fill that void. She was pulled apart by Hard Sheng. Mo Zishan felt a sense of loss falling from heaven to hell, and she actually cried on the ground. When Zhao Minjing saw Chu Muchen, he jumped like a hungry wolf. Before he met Chu Muchen, he was slapped by Chu Muchen.

The Mo Ching Wind on the roof couldn't help but laugh. What a great play! This is fun!

Mo Qingfeng was fortunate to be herself, if she was the original owner, they would have died long ago.

All of a sudden, there was a chill behind him, and a shadow of cold covered him. Mo Qing's eyes were cold, and he turned his head sharply, shocked, it was a man!

A man like a ghost!

Mo Qingfeng shocked, and then quickly flattened, she got up and looked at him with a beautiful face, a pair of cold and deep eyes, with a frightening cold in the back of his eyes, a powerful atmosphere of warriors in the sky, as soon as he attacked the black clothes made him more noble and more mysterious, the long body stood on the back of a huge bat, as deep as the gods looked at Mo Qingfeng indifferently.

His indifferent breath has overshadowed the innate superiority and arrogance of Mo Ching Wind, Mo Ching's heart trembles, “Alone Zenan?! ”

Mo Qing's face changed slightly and his heart was dark. Did he come to take her back?

She later found out that her nails were poisonous. During the fight that night, she broke his neck and should have infiltrated him poisonously. He was fine?

In anticipation of poison, Mo Qingfeng's gaze shifted to the neck of lonely Zenan, where a scratch was left.

What she was thinking, lonely Zenan seemed to be able to see through, he reached out and caressed the wound, the corner of his mouth curved and his grim face smiled faintly.

In that instant, it was like a million domandros blooming together, stunning and flamboyant.

Mo Qing's eyes were glowing and he looked at him indifferently, “Solitary Zenan, when are you going to haunt me?” Think about it, and ask: "Last time I went back to Mo Fu, did you follow me in secret too? And you said you'd take me back. Where? ”

Doesn't this man know what he can send her back to the 21st century? However, the sixth sense tells Mo Qingfeng that it should not...

“Leave Eight Kings and follow me back to Lonely Castle.” Lonely Zenan looked at her ugly and indifferent face and her deep eyes glistened and said slowly.

Lonely Castle?

Mo Qingfeng is reading the name in his heart. Where is this? The memory of the original owner does not give the impression of a solitary castle. It's not the 21st century, it's his castle.

“Shh...” Mo Qingfeng put a finger up on his lips and shouted, pointing under his finger and lowering his voice: “Don't make a sound and watch the show properly. ”

She had no intention of staying in the Eight Kings' Palace, but she did not intend to leave so soon, and the man in front of her repeatedly haunted her, asking her to go back with him. She had previously thought of finding a place to stay after leaving the Eight Kings' Palace, and now a man has come forward to take her back, then she goes with him to see if Lonely Castle is as grand as she imagined.

Of course, the show's not over. She won't be leaving so fast.

“Fun?” Lonely Zenan picks eyebrows, "you like watching this? ”

Before she got to the roof, he came to the Coldwater Pavilion. What happened in the house, he wouldn't know?

He watched her in the dark for a long time, and she sat here and watched the look on her face, really flat.

Mo Qingfeng sat down and waved to him behind him, "If you don't like to see it, go ahead. I'll go with you after everything, give me half a month or a month.” It's nice to go out and see the world, or she can find her own way back. Or maybe this lonely Zenan can help her.

Lonely Zenan's eyes glistened, “Seriously?” Will she leave here so easily with herself?

“Seriously… don't make a sound, it's not good to be heard by the people below.” If Chu Muchen finds out that she framed Mu Zishan and Zhao Minjing, the nature is different.

“Duwenjun, put the man in jail!” In the house, Chu Muchen growled, his anger was unstoppable, his eyes were red, "Snow Ling Bai, put Zhao Minjing in the woodshed and wait for him to fall! Mo Zishan, throw it back to Mo Fu! ”

After the roar, Chu Muchen swings his sleeve and leaves angrily. It's Mo Zishan. Even Zhao Minjing, his concubine!

What face does the Eight Kings' Palace have when it comes out?

Majestic Hall, dinner continues.

Chu Muchen walked in cold with a handsome face. He had just gone out to the Eight Kings' Palace in Yaxing. When he came back, his face was like this. Everyone had a misty face, but no one asked.

They all know that the Eight Kings are born indifferent and uncertain, and try not to provoke him without provoking him.

Chu Muchen calmly swept through the position of the Mo Qing wind. He saw the woman in the veil leaning against the chair, drinking one glass after another, and he appeared without a scratch.

Chu Muchen walked over and stood in front of her, looking at her in the shadow as Shu Luo, that shady face, the burning eyes, seemed to kill Mo Qing wind.

Mo Qingfeng felt the fierce look, and she looked up drunk and cold and swept him, continuing to drink.

“Humph!” Chu Muchen snorted coldly, swooping his sleeves to the throne, and then swept a cold glance at the other ministers laughing at the windy ink take-off.