Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“Fight with me? What are you fighting for with me?” Mo Qingfeng reached the ground and stared at Zhao Minjing, smiling scornfully at the corner of his mouth.

“Mo Qingfeng, you... you must not die well, you will be repaid!” Zhao Min Jing overturned his head, his mouth was full of blood, his eyes were harsh, he cursed with hatred, and he looked a little like a grieving ghost.

Mo Qingfeng approached two steps and stood beside Zhao Minjing. He looked down at her. His eyes were all scornful. “I didn't do anything wrong. What do I get paid for it? When you and Mo Zishan conspired against me, did you ever think that you would be rewarded? Look at that. That's how you calculate my payback. Is it also wrong that I now treat others only as human beings? If I don't, I'm the one who got kicked out of the house today. If you've come to this point today, blame yourself. How good is it to be a Third Lady in the Eight Kings' Palace? Why do you have to live with me? Do you want to know why they took a break? Either Chu Muchen does not spoil you, or you are not harsh enough, but karma, and today you will be blown out of the province or you will be repaid. ”

This stupid woman deserves to die. The last time the ghost was caught, Mo Chingfeng didn't kill her, which means spare her life.

But she was worried, all night long, thinking about how to calculate, is Mo Qingfeng a bully?

She had sworn that she would not be offended, that she would not be offended, and that if a man were to offend her, she would double it.

Mo Qingfeng stood there, her eyes became more and more indifferent. Today, she is here to put an end to Zhao Minjing's life. Such a foolish woman will live in this world only if something happens. Today, she will not die. Today, he will surely be a scourge.

“How can you be all right after drinking that pot of wine?!” Zhao Min Jing suddenly felt the gloomy chills emanating from her. She had to shake.

She saw herself drink that jug of wine one after the other. Why would she be okay?

Now she has some regrets to provoke Mo Qingfeng. If she did not listen to Mo Zishan, she is now the Third Lady in the Eight Kings' Palace. There are people around to serve her, leaving her full of glory and prosperity.

Why fight Mo Ching Wind?

Even if she is a princess, the prince will not spoil her. Yi Qingyun is dead. Her life in the house is better. Why do you want to mess with this demon in front of her?

'Cause I'm good enough. ”Mo Qingfeng laughed, but her eyes didn't have the temperature at all, with a little contempt.

“You're not Mo Ching Feng! You're a monster!” Zhao Min calmed down and yelled at Mo Qingfeng again.

“I am Mo Ching Wind, intact Mo Ching Wind.” Mo Qingfeng grinned, "Zhao Minjing, do you regret it now? You shouldn't have messed with me. ”

“You, don't be too proud!” Zhao Minjie's voice was a little trembling. She thought she was leaving the house. Even if she was a demon head, she didn't have to be afraid of her anymore. She had to walk with bones. She stared at Mo Qingfeng with resentment and said out loud: “You killed Lady Er and got me out of the house again. Do you think there would be no woman in the house to fight you? Mo Qingfeng, don't be too proud. The princess has been thinking about the Princess of Fuchuan. The prince will surely marry her. She is the real princess! ”

“What does it matter who's the princess? I'll tell you what, I'm not a rare princess.” Mo Qingfeng bent over, his eyes were cold, and he patted Zhao Minjing's face cold and said: “You always wanted to be a princess, unfortunately you don't have this chance, go down there and be a concubine to Yan Luo. ”

After words, his eyes were even more shady. He patted Zhao Min Jing's face slightly bent his forefingers, and his sharp nails were gently drawn. Zhao Min Jing's white face had a shallow wound and the wound was stained with blood.

Zhao Min Jing did not feel pain, but was scared by the words behind Mo Qingfeng, her face pale, her body couldn't help but tremble. She looked at her in horror and saw her eyes as cold as Shuro's death. Her body trembled even harder, “Don't... don't kill me...”

She doesn't want to die. She wants to live.

Mo Qing Feng retracted her hand, the wind glanced lightly at the index finger that cut through her face, nails clamped to her skin, she bounced gently, and blow again gently, even the ugly yin and yang face could see that her movements were elegant and sophisticated, with a few demons.

Chu Muchen's eyes on the wall were suddenly gloomy, her lips tight, and she looked at the ugly woman in the shadow.

Mo Qingfeng rose up, clapped his hands, twisted his waist, and walked away lightly with lotus flowers.

Zhao Min's pale face flashed with surprise. Didn't this demon head want to kill her? Just like that?

Suddenly, she returned to God and found that her life had not been lost. She immediately got up, picked up the baggage on the ground, endured the pain from her chest, and fell and ran away.

Just ran out of the province, Zhao Min Jing panted, her chest grew more dull, and the sweat beads on her forehead slipped down along her cheek one by one, flowing to the wound, filament pain.

Zhao Min Jing reached out casually and suddenly shocked, looking at the palm of his hand, with blood on his palm!

Did she hurt her face?

Suddenly flashed in front of her smile when Mo Qing wind patted her face, her heart tightened, reaching out to touch the position of the pain again, it was OK not to touch, this touch, the whole face was sore, blood continued to flow.

What the hell is going on?

What did Mo Ching Wing do to her?

Zhao Min Jing covered his face. The blood on his face was like a burst of blood. Zhao Min Jing, panicking and resentful, wanted to go back and ask Mo Qingfeng clearly. Just turned around, her heart ache made her unable to breathe and her body suddenly stiffened.

Once her eyes changed the resentment she had just had, she was replaced by fear. She wanted to move. Her body stiffened so that she could not move. Her throat seemed to be clogged with a hard object, she could not swallow or breathe.

Stiff body slowly backwards, eyes big, eyes full of fear, consciousness increasingly blurred.

There was a chilly sound of Mo Qing wind in his ear, and he went down below to be the concubine of King Yan...

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Du Wenjun's figure was like a wind. He stood beside Chu Muchen, and after a deep look at Chu Muchen, he looked at the purple shadow with the eyes of Chu Muchen.

“How is she?” Chu Muchen asked coldly.

Du Wenjun's eyes flashed with complexity, “Lady Zhao burst into the streets as soon as she left the house, her eyes were stiff and frightened, making people think she was too frightened to die. ”

Chu Muchen's eyes suddenly became cold.

Mo Qing Feng walked like a peanut, walking lightly, thinking back to Coldwater Pavilion she was going to have a good meal, then enter the space will dominate the world, lately it liked to stay inside and not come out, out of the space, she was going to do a very important thing.

And all of a sudden, she's all over herself, frowning, how can the air float this familiar fragrance?

As soon as his eyes turned cold, he stood on the wall above her as soon as he attacked Chu Muchen in green clothes. His eyes glanced at her coldly, and his eyes were like he was about to devour her.

Mo Qingfeng was slightly surprised, she had always been acutely aware of the surrounding environment and what was happening, and she was very alert, even if an ant was climbing on the ground, she could detect it.

When will Chu Muchen follow her?

Did he see what she did to Zhao Minjing?

If not, why would he look at her like that?

Mo Qingfeng slightly raised his jaw and saw it. It's not an unseen thing, “Eight Princes, are you going to follow me around in nothing? ”

“Who the hell are you?” Chu Muchen's voice is very cold, like a millennium cold river.

“Murray Wind.” Mo Qingfeng returned his three words equally cold, who else could she be?

“I don't know what to do! ”

As soon as his voice fell, Mo Qingfeng perceived a powerful murderous face attack. Her eyes were cold, her toes gently, her body suddenly jumped and fell on the roof behind her.

Boom!

As soon as her body was off the ground, her position was suddenly hit by a powerful cyclone, and the ground shook and even the wall next to her broke.

Chu Muchen was slightly stunned. I didn't expect him to talk so fast, and Mo Qingfeng could avoid it.

Mo Qing's wind stood on the roof, a gust of wind, purple clothes, blue silk raised, his eyes glanced at Chu Muchen, and smiled sarcastically. “Master Eight, do you not understand Xiaoyu Xiangxiang? You're so mean to me. ”

Chu Muchen ignored her ridicule and still asked coldly: "Tell me who you really are and my king will spare you your death! ”

She said it was Mo Ching Wind, so he believed she was Mo Ching Wind?

Nothing in the Mo Dynasty can escape his palm, not to mention Miss Qi of the Mo Dynasty?

Mo Qingfeng's birth was there. He made it clear that he had been weak since childhood, scared of things, raised in his deep girlfriend. How could he understand the art of poisoning? Why are you here?

Even if Miss Mo Qi is timid and afraid of things, she will never know martial arts. Ever since she “resurrected”, she is completely different from the previous Mo Qingfeng. Regardless of the tone of the speech, the way things are handled, they are two very different people. How can he believe that they are the same person?

Mo Qing's lips curled up a deep mockery, “Chu Muchen, am I laughing at you for being stupid or for being stubborn? If I don't want to tell you, it doesn't matter how many times you ask. ”

“Looks like you admitted it? You're not Mo Ching Feng!” The cold voice sounded and the palms slammed into the wind.

Mo Qing's figure swept away, avoiding the killing, she didn't have time to make a move, another killing attack.

Goddamn man, do you really want to take a woman's life by making such a hard move so fast?

Mo Qingfeng avoided the waves of attack, his body just stood steady, his palms gathered strength, and then flew and swept away, fast as a wind, and attacked Chu Muchen.

She only had one thought at the time. If this man is so harsh, don't blame her for being mean. If he doesn't die, how can he spare her?

Chu Muchen did not escape, he wanted to try her power, still standing on the wall, cold looking at her like a wind, as she approached him, his palms suddenly gathered internal strength to clasp hard with her, two powerful and deadly forces collided, a loud noise, Mo Qingfeng's body was bounced out, chest suddenly pain, mouth suddenly bled.