Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“It's your home, you go back. Why are you taking me?” Mo Qingfeng asked, thinking and asking: “Did we know each other before? ”

She refers to him and the original owner, whether they know each other or not.

The soles of lonely Zenan's eyes flashed with complexity, flashing over her body, not to look at the stunning and wonderful face of Mo Qingfeng.

Mo Qingfeng also did not ask much. Although he was indifferent, she could not detect half a dozen killings from him. If he wanted to kill her, he would have died long ago and didn't have to do it now.

Mo Qingfeng inadvertently glanced at the two elongated wounds on his neck, raised his eyebrows and asked curiously: "When I cut your neck, the poison also penetrated into you. Why are you okay? ”

Lonely Zenan glanced at her faintly, her deep eyes swept past a scorn, “My lord is the inviolable body, the poison energy made by Lei Gongfu in the district can hurt me? ”

Mo Qing's eyes are blown, he's black, he's not poisonous? She scorned her fingers subconsciously, so the poison hidden in her nails couldn't penetrate his body?

Lonely Zenan turned around and looked deeply at her, "In this world of martial law, martial law prevails over poison, and ordinary poison cannot harm each other. ”

Mo Qingfeng whispered, she knew, like him and Chu Muchen, the poison does not necessarily poison them, so she bubbles Spirit Springs every day, practicing every day, just the promotion is a little slow...

She looked at him suspiciously, not very confidently, and asked, "The last time you said I couldn't beat you without Dragon Reindeer Pearl, did you find Dragon Reindeer Pearl, I would be as good as you? ”

Lonely Zenan looked at her and smiled lightly. He smiled beautifully, like the sun in winter, warming people's hearts, and like cherry blossoms in March, intoxicating.

“Even if I find it, it takes hard work to practice to be as good as I am.” A delightful voice with a hint of drowning.

To his eyes, Mo Qing wept, he was a very cold person, looking at everything, his eyes were so cold, why would there be a little temperature when looking at her?

Mo Qingfeng sighed in his heart. No matter how much, he came out of the Eight Kings' Palace. Stay with him for a while. When in danger, the first push him out, he can protect himself.

“I understand this...” Mo Qingfeng said in a shadowy way, paying is rewarding. Everyone understands this. She swallowed a sip of water, "I'm hungry, I'm going to eat something. ”

Lonely Zenan looked at her, his eyes flashed with contemplation, he went up two steps, his long arm extended, held her in his arms, his feet gently and forcefully, he flew like a swallow to the sky, white clothes danced, the silk danced with the wind, and flowed like a fairy.

The wind passed from ear to ear, and Mo Qing's wind stared at the scene under his feet, with a feeling of looking down on the sky.

She looked up at the lonely Zenan, the handsome and impeccably beautiful face still showed his nobility and dominance. Flying freely, such as Dapeng's wingspan, the wind failed to blow the blue silk that was pouring him down, his body was long and pulled out, and his whole body emitted a noble and burning light.

He fixes it extremely high, which is how Mu Qingfeng rated him, so high that no one can measure it, so deep that he can't see the bottom of the valley.

The Ancient Style Tower is the famous tavern of Didu and the inn where outsiders choose to live in Didu.

The second-floor adjacent box sits face to face with lonely Zenan and Mo Qingfeng. The dining table is furnished with several signature dishes from the ancient style building.

Ten flavors of fish wings, four delights of dried fruit, eight treasure ducks, red food crab... lonely Zenan also had a pot of Tianlu, he enjoyed the wine and gracefully drank the wine, while Mo Qingfeng was welcome, picked up the chopsticks and kept picking up the dishes to send to his mouth.

Thousands of glasses were not drunk, but she didn't like wine. She asked for a can of pigeon soup, and if she was thirsty, she drank soup.

“Alone Zenan, there's a problem I've been curious about.” Mo Qingfeng suddenly dropped his chopsticks and looked at Lonely Zenan brightly.

“What's the problem?” Lonely Zenan asked gently, blue silk gently in front of his chest, seemingly gentle and quiet, he was not the same person as the previous black clothes indifferent, he was wearing white clothes, even his skin was much more white.

“You showed up that night to take me back. You know who I am? ”

Solitude Zenan held the finger of the glass a little hard, his eyes were deep, he looked at Mo Qingfeng like this, silent.

Mo Qingfeng was also patient, eating slowly, waiting for his reply.

After a few bites of food, he didn't reply. She picked up the pigeon soup and slowly tasted it. Her eyes looked at him with a smile.

“You have her smell and smell.” It took a long time for him to fade away.

“Her smell and smell?” Mo Qingfeng muttered softly, his eyes lit up and he asked with a smile: “Is she a woman? Who is it?”

Lonely Zenan's eyes glistened slightly. He drank the glass with his head up. From the grief and complexity of the glitter in his eyes, they were all seen by Mo Qingfeng.

Mo Qingfeng also did not rush him to answer. He drank wine and she drank soup.

“My mother.” Lonely Zenan threw up two words in cold.

Pfft...

The soup I just drank in my mouth, it all sprayed out, it doesn't matter that the dishes on the table were dirty, but it also sprayed a lonely face.

Mo Qingfeng held the soup bowl and stared at Lonely Zenan. The corner of his eyes had to be beaten hard. How lame is this?

She is lukewarm and lonely. Zenan is not lukewarm.

I saw him pull out the scarf and gently wipe the soup off his face, then the chest, the silk, the sleeves... where the soup was, it was wiped clean by his elegant action.

After wiping, he also reached over and gently wiped the soup from her face and mouth, his eyes flashing deep and drowning.

“What a grievance, Master Mo Hou died like this. Has Mo Fu recently hit a ghost, died crazy idiot, this Mo Hou is dead, Mo Fu is about to mess up. ”

“How can a good man die when he's dead? And the third lady, crazy is pathetic. ”

“I heard that the five ladies married to the Eight Kings' Palace were different. On the day of the Eight Kings' birthday, Master Gao fell ill and even the royal doctor could not help, but she woke Master Gao up and cured his old illness for many years. ”

……

Mo Qing listened quietly to the conversation coming from the next compartment, which was only a thick screen apart, and their conversation came this way.

Mo took off dead? When did this happen? Chu Muchen should know, right? But he didn't say anything about it.

“Are you all right?” Seeing her silent for half a day, Zenan's eyes flashed with concern and her voice gently asked.

Mo Qingfeng returned to God and looked deeply at the lonely Zenan, his beautiful face smiled, “Do you think I would be sad? ”

Lonely Zenan's lips shut.

Mo Qing Feng took a deep breath and felt much more relaxed all over her body, like a boulder in her heart was pressed all the time. Suddenly, the boulder suddenly disappeared and the whole person was relaxed and happy.

Beautiful face revealed the most authentic smile, this smile came from the inside, she smiled beautifully, as if it was a hundred flowers, looked lonely Nanzhenan heart, a little dry tongue, he picked up the bottle, poured himself a full glass, a glass of wine into the throat, felt a little comfortable.

“I'm glad they were so cruel to me. I finally got justice for myself today. I'm not sad, I'm happy.” Mo Qingfeng looked at Lonely Zenan and smiled: “Lonely Zenan, I have nothing to do with this. When I finish an important thing, I will go back to Lonely Castle with you, you son, I recognize it. ”

“Cough...”

Lonely Zenan heard the words behind her, the wine she put in her mouth could not be sprayed, but choked him to a hot sore throat, coughed for a while before soothing.

“My lord be your son?” Alone Zenan looked at her incredibly. She was a yellow-haired girl and dared him to be her son?

“Didn't you just say I smelled and smelled like your mother? You said on three or four occasions to take me back, didn't you take me back to honor me? ”

Lonely Zenan's deep eyes contained a deep, deep look at Mo Qingfeng, “Qingfeng, I will take you back, not to honor you, but to protect you. ”

“Uh...” Mo Qingfeng slightly, this kind of words made her think of Pastoral Rolls independently.

She remembers when she was sixteen, when she was injured during training and went home to rest.

Knowing that she had been injured, Makocchan hurried to her house to see her. That hurried look was heartbreaking.

Look at her swollen feet, and he says, "Can you not be so strong, a girl's house, do something that no boy can do?"

She said she wanted to be strong so that she could protect not only the country but also herself.

"Stay with me, I can protect you. ”

Mo Qingfeng looked at the loneliness of Zenan. She may have thought of the scallop, or she may have heard that he was trying to protect herself because of the previous loneliness of the original master. She felt a little moved.

But...

Mo Qing's wind stabilized and looked at Lonely Zenan suspiciously, "Is it really because I have your mother's smell and smell that you want to protect me? Why didn't you show up to protect me before? ”

"Really, you smell familiar and remind me of her. It used to be because I didn't meet you, I didn't expect to meet you that night in the bamboo forest. ”

If Mo Qingfeng watches closely, he will see that his ears are red, and that's how he lies to the woman he likes, and his ears are red and feverish.

Mo Qingfeng didn't know, that night he was spending years fixing to follow the red light of the heavenly dome to find her, he believed that she would come back.

She's back. He's got to protect her. She won't get hurt again!

Mo Qingfeng looked at his handsome face and couldn't help but try to tease him. She smiled at him. Her eyes swept past the fatal delicacy and tone. "I'll make you my flower protector, but you can't fall in love with me...”

She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, and that seemed unspeakable, seductive, unspeakable, meow.

Magic?

Alone Zenan watched his throat tight, but he was strong, and the woman made charm on him.

What the hell is she practicing?

Suddenly, his eyes were cold and he grabbed the chopsticks and shot at the window, his other hand grabbed the dining table and threw it at the window and had sex... the desktop inserted several sharp daggers.

A few black masked men appeared in the box. They attacked Mo Ching Wind when they appeared. Mo Ching Wind was wondering. She was also assassinated for a meal. Would she be so unlucky?