Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“Hundred Birds. ”

“Slave in.” The bird took the first two steps and responded respectfully.

Mo Qingfeng's sharp eyes fell on the bird, measuring her all over her body. Mo Qingfeng's heart was a little trembling. What does Mo Xiao mean when she looks at her like this?

“Do you like to be a killer?” Mo Qingfeng asked in the shadows, his voice was faint and he could not hear a single emotion.

Bai Lingbird shocked: "Miss Mo, are you going to get rid of the slaves? ”

“Tell me honestly, do you like killing people?” Mo Qingfeng's face flashed with a smile and looked at the bird with a smile. Despite his smile, he had an irrefutable momentum.

“Slaves... don't like it!” The bird bit his teeth and said the most real thoughts in his heart: "Miss Mo, slaves don't like to kill, but sometimes they have to. ”

Mo Qingfeng smiled lightly. She was satisfied with this answer. In fact, she didn't like to kill, but sometimes, she had to kill, but as a killer, even if she didn't like killing anymore, she had to kill!

“I want to think of Naranjane Yo.” Silent for a long time, Mo Chingfeng suddenly spoke.

“The slaves will deliver the message now! ”

At half an hour, Naranjin Yogyu tree appeared in the wind in the gazebo, sitting opposite the Mo Qingfeng wind, looking at her beautifully.

Before he arrived, Mo Qingfeng had painted an interior decoration drawing. As soon as Naranjinyu arrived, she passed it on to him.

“Owner, what is this?” Naranjinyu picked up the picture and looked left and right.

“I still like the way you call me Miss Mo.” Mo Qingfeng poured him tea and said softly.

“That's too frivolous.” Naranjin Yo's perfect face revealed an unpredictable smile, his gaze shifted from the drawing to Mo Ching Feng's face, “Miss Mo, what is all this painting? ”

“Interior decoration drawings, I'm going to redecorate the clearable building. ”

“Interior decoration drawings?” Naranjin's gaze returned to the drawing, this time he looked more carefully than just now, and finally saw a clue, he frowned, “Miss Mo, are you going to renovate the Clean House into a pharmacy? ”

Mo Qingfeng replied to him: "Yes! However, not the entire clearable building was renovated into a pharmacy, the first floor of the East Cabinet was renovated into a pharmacy, the first and second floors of the West Cabinet were renovated into an alchemy room, and the first floor of the clearing building was renovated into a dandrug-trading space. ”

Naranjin smoked the corner of her yoke and carefully placed the drawings in front of Mo Qingfeng. She looked at her with confusion: "Miss Mo, the Clearing House is the largest group of killers in Rosen Mainland, suddenly turned into a pharmacy, okay? ”

“I've read about other branches, and I agree with you that the inside of the branches on the side of Kichuan is the Killer Corps, but it looks like it's opening a whorehouse. But the internal organization of the clear building remains the same...” Mo Qingfeng gently landed the drawings on the table, "these are the four rooms. ”

Naranjinyu, listen, I think this is a good idea, and I seem to be interested in it, but...

“The pharmacy is okay, but Dan Pharmaceutical Exchange... Where do we find so many Dan Pharmaceuticals? ”

“The first and second floors of the western cabinet are renovated into alchemy rooms, naturally looking for Dan medicine from here.” Mo Qing Feng lifted the cup, sipped gently and said softly.

Naranjinyu suddenly said, "Isn't this to hire an alchemist? But there aren't many alchemists in Rosen, and none of the dandruff they make works as well as buyers want. ”

“Don't worry about this, you just have to hurry up and renovate the four rooms according to the drawings and I'll tell you what equipment to buy. ”

“Okay, I'll arrange it as soon as I can.” Naranjinyu put the drawings away and asked after a moment of silence, "Miss Mo, why are you doing this? ”

“I want to put the Clean House on a bright path, don't sink into the dark forever, if they like to kill, I will also take a lot of tasks to them, if they don't like to kill, come to people and help with business.” Mo Qingfeng said, her eyes glistened with a glowing light, and her beautiful face was gorgeous, as if there was a holy light covering her, making her look more like a holy fairy.

She has lived in the dark world all her life, God has given her a chance to be reborn, she doesn't want to take this dark path anymore, she wants to be strong in the light way, now that the clearing house is her home, she pulls them all from the dark world to the light.

If they like to kill, it's fine to convert the clearable building into a mercenary regiment when the funds are well prepared.

“I think it's interesting to hear you say that.” Naranjinyu said, "I didn't think of a woman's head, but I thought of such a good plan.

Mo Qingfeng smiled softly: “You'll find it more interesting when you do it. ”

The day after Mo Qingfeng left the yard, Naranjinyu found someone to start renovating the four rooms, usually with just a few weapons on them, then move them away and renovate them according to the drawings.

In just five days, the renovation was completed, and Naranjinyu bought back all the equipment that came down from Mo Qing Feng.

Mo Qingfeng came to watch, the decoration was very good, the speed of Naranjinyu made her very satisfied, the decoration was more satisfying.

In seven days, the Alchemy Room will be ready for construction!

Out of the Alchemy Room, Mo Qingfeng strolled in the Clear House Garden, thinking about the opening of the pharmacy, Naranjin followed her silently.

After walking around Lotus Pool, Mo Qingfeng suddenly turned around and said to Naranjinyu: "You publish the information, Qianzhitang opens this month on the 23rd day, the top 10 guests will get one of the Red Soul Dan for free. ”

Naranjane's eyes glistened: “Well, I know. Miss Mo, His Royal Highness's men have been waiting for you at the door for a long time. Starting the day before yesterday, he will come to the Clean House every day on time to see you. ”

Du Wenjun wanted to see her. The bird had already told her. She had no time to ignore him.

“No one in the Royal Family will see this girl. He can wait if he likes.” Mo Qingfeng coldly said, what a Chu Muchen, he wants to see her, why not come alone? Let a subordinate hire her?

Is he overestimating himself, or is he not even looking at her?

Does he still foolishly think she's the same cowardly, impotent, bullied Mo Ching Feng?

Mo Qingfeng went back to his room to rest.

She's here, busy and happy.

In fact, in the twenty-first century, her family, too, was very busy.

Worry-free estate.

The villa on the first floor is a bedroom.

In the bedroom, there is a bed.

On both sides of the bed, there are two very strange instruments.

On the bed, Mahjong lay quietly, Mobson, Huang Ling, Banjianing, Mahjong, Gu Ling, Song Wuxi and others, all stood beside the bed, eagerly looking at him.

His whole body was plugged into the tube of the instrument, and this look was like a dying man with a tube all over his body.

But Makocchan is not dying, it was Gu and Mobson who took a lot of effort to invent the time-traveling instrument.

Makio is testing to see if he can make it through the world he wants to cross.

Through, it's ridiculous, but Song is not worried. Huang Ling is a living example. Huang Ling lost Mo Qingfeng and was desperate for grief.

Song was not worried and Pastoral Mind was also bored, so he invented such an instrument.

This instrument is a hassle to use and I don't know if it will succeed.

After laying down and intubating the tube, the whole person was in a coma.

This has been in a coma for three days and three nights...

Gu Qiang broke the main line of the instrument, and they were anxiously waiting for him to wake up.

Soon, Maki woke up.

His eyes just opened and everyone asked him how he felt, whether he had entered the dream and went to the world he had in mind.

Pastoral lying there with hollow eyes.

Makocchan was worried, and came forward and looked at him with concern and said, "Makocchan, what's wrong with you? ”

“I saw the wind.” Makio has been calling her Feng ever since she liked Mo Jingfeng.

Because Mo Chingfeng, like a man, has a son, it sounds good.

When Huang Ling listened, she shook her hand forward and asked, “Really? Where is she? ”

Hell or heaven?

Pastoral rolled the eyeballs, and the dark eyeballs were a little glorious.

He looked at Huang Ling and said softly: “In an overhead world, that world, it's cruel, but she's doing well. ”

“Really?” As soon as Huang Ling listened, she suddenly dropped tears. Tears dropped in large chunks and fell on the clothes of the mausoleum.

“And you?” Gu Qiang asked: “Are you with her in that world? ”

“There was a world called Lonely Zenan, and I used to live with the wind with his flesh.” Pastor sat up and shouted: “Strange, I'm so sober here. Why is it that I know I'm alone over there, not Pastor? Did I or did I not put my thoughts into lonely Zenan's body? ”

“Me too!” Huang Ling saw Makio get out of bed and she went to bed.

Gu Xiao and Mobson agreed, but Huang Ling lay down and plugged in the tube, like electric shock, the whole person was in bad condition, even the hair was erected.

Gu Qiu and Mobson were frightened, let her get out of bed and let Song Feng try.

Strangely enough, no one can try it, only Pastoral Success.

“Let me do it, let me go to that world.” Makio looked at Gu Jiao: “I'll take care of the wind, you have to find a way to get her back. ”

“Yes!” Huang Ling cried in tears. She grabbed Mobson's hand and said excitedly: "Brother Mo, our daughter is really living in another world, she is not dead! Do something! Get her back here! ”

Mo Qingfeng's body was kept in an ice kiln at a thousand degrees below zero. If there was a way, her soul would have come back.

Mobson nodded and promised Huang Ling to do something.

But his heart didn't work out. Song looked deeply at Huang Ling, and his face was a little complicated.

Lots of things, all by God.

Like her, here she is, and she can't go back except in her dreams back to the X Dynasty.

Of course, she doesn't want to go back...

Where's the wind?

If she was there, like her, with lovers, with children, she wouldn't be able to come back.