Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“Mmm.” Mo Qingfeng turned his head and took a deep look at Naranjin Yo, answering softly.

Put the body away, Mo Qingfeng returned to Qingxin Palace, Fu Yanxia told her that the EU had soaked up a good bath, woke up, and was waiting for her in the cabin in Qingxin Palace backyard.

Coming to the backyard, before walking into the cabin, I smell flowers flowering in the air. Mo Qing Feng loves flowers. The backyard is full of all kinds of flowers and flowers flowering in the air all year round.

Beautiful backyard with continuous mountain peaks, alpine green trees, fresh air, lots of flowers in the yard, fake mountains and trees.

Walk into the cabin and pop your nose, not with the scent of flowers, but with a bit of choking herbs.

In the wooden cabin, EU Teng is still lying on his bamboo chair, with Dong Ahnan standing beside him as usual.

The EU is tired of closing his eyes. He has been ill since he became ill. He always wants to sleep. He is afraid that he will never wake up again once he has slept. He is only closing his eyes and afraid to go to sleep.

When he heard the door squeak, he opened his eyes violently into a line. The redness in the bottom of his eyes was obvious, but the light was shining. His bruised body wanted to stand up, but when he moved, it hurt. He frowned tightly, some annoyance, he couldn't even stand. Is he dying?

“Miss Mo, what did you make me do? Feeling better!” At least it doesn't tickle. He sees a glimmer of hope!

Mo Qing's eyes were as cold as a thousand years ago. If he killed those ten people, she would be the first to take the life of the European Union!

“You don't have to know what I'm soaking you. You'll be sick in the cabin these days. If you need anything, you can talk to Yan Xia.” Mo Qingfeng said that it sounded like a kind of care and care for the patient, but the tone was extremely cold.

The EU is staring at her. This woman will die if she is not indifferent?

Mo Qingfeng walked over and the EU felt a strong desire to kill. He looked up at her with dismay.

Mo Qingfeng smiled cold, smiling cold, watching the EU tend like a dead man.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” The EU asked with dismay how he had a premonition that she would claim his life at any moment.

“Eu Teng, if one day you die, remember, it was O 27759; t. ”

The EU was shocked: "Impossible! My grandfather won't kill me! ”

“Humph!” Mo Qingfeng mocked coldly and turned to look at Fu Yanxia: “Young Master Ou needs you to satisfy him as much as you can. He won't leave the cabin for half a step. Don't open the window, insist on giving him a bath for seven days. ”

Fu Yanxia respectfully nodded: “Yes, Yanxia remember! ”

“Miss Mo, why can't the master walk out of the cabin for half a step? Isn't that how you put us under house arrest?” Dong saw that Mo Qingfeng was leaving and said immediately.

Mo Qingfeng turned back and swept him cold, touching her cold eyes, Adong's heart trembled.

“You can walk out of the cabin," his gaze coldly drifts over the EU: “He can't. ”

“Why not?” Ask Dong.

Mo Qing's eyes were even colder. He ignored Dong and walked out of the cabin.

Dong tried to chase him out. Suddenly Fu Yanxia's arms stretched out and stopped him. “If Miss Mo says no, you can't. Do you understand medicine or Miss Mo knows medicine? Besides, if Miss Mo doesn't want to answer the question, you better stop asking! ”

At noon, Naranjin Yo returned from outside, bringing the message to Mo Qingfeng that O day did not know about taking Soul Dan to die.

Oufu is carrying out funerals for the EU, while the Eight Kings, Princess Lingya, is with Chumuchen all day, there is no place for suspicion.

After listening, Mo Qingfeng's eyes were clear and cold. The colder he smiled, the more calm he was, the more problematic he was.

Night, Eight Kings.

A dark shadow crossed the sky, in a clear posture, falling silently in the bedroom where Lingya lived.

The candles are bright in the bedroom, and the stone dragon pole in front of the bedroom holds a night pearl, making the entire bedroom look like daylight.

Ling is also a practitioner, and she has not fallen asleep, lying on her bed thinking about what is happening today in Chiba Hall, so she is in a great mood.

Mo Qingfeng appeared silently in the bedroom, she did not notice, but suddenly there was a fresh scent in her nose that she did not belong to, and she was alert and raised momentarily. She opened her eyes and looked at the person in black standing in front of the bed sometime.

“Who are you?” Ling also sat up in shock and looked shocked at the dark wind in front of him.

“I'm taking you somewhere.” Mo Qingfeng said coldly, his eyes were cold and his heart was frightening.

“Where? I don't know you!”

“To meet the man you killed. ”

Ling also listened, her eyes flashed strangely and faintly, “I don't know what you're talking about!” Suddenly he opened his eyes and looked shocked at Mo Jingfeng: “Are you Mo Jingfeng? ”

Then, her eyes swiftly swept through the window, and she saw a familiar shadow coming through the window, and she was proud of herself, and she got out of bed, "Mo Qingfeng, I don't understand what you're saying, I've never killed anyone, who are you taking me to? ”

A woman with a bad mouth!

Mo Qingfeng looked coldly at Lingya walking by her side, “Why do you disguise yourself in front of me? I have no proof. Will I come to you? ”

Ling did not speak, and walked behind her, her eyes flashed actuarially. She suddenly raised her hand and patted herself in the chest.

“Ah...” She lay her whole body on the table, and the teapot cup on the table was instantly swept to the floor, squeaking.

Mo Qing's eyes were cold and he turned around sharply. His eyes were cold and he looked at Lingya with a hint of confusion.

Her heart and chest ache suddenly, she held her hand tight in her sleeve, damn it, how come at this time, her body aches?

When the door was pushed open, Chu Muchen's handsome shadow rushed in. When he saw the wounded Ling Yi, his eyes instantly cooled down. His sharp eyes, like the Night Eagle, shone at Mordor Wind: “Who are you? ”

Ling also looked up and looked at Mo Qingfeng pitifully and said painfully: "I don't know you, why are you poisoning me?” Then he grabbed Chu Muchen's hand and his voice trembled: “Brother Muchen, help me... don't let her run...”

Mo Qing Feng's eyebrows are deeply locked. This Ling is also cheaper than Yi's light cloud!

“How many visitors? Why did you hurt Lingya?” Chu Muchen lifted Lingya and spoke in shadow.

Hurt Lingya?

Mo Qingfeng laughed so hard, she didn't even do it. How could she hurt her?

At this time, her body began to ache. The meridians were as if they were going to break. She knew that she could not beat Chu Muchen. Mo Qingfeng started her mind and wanted to enter the space.

When she started the idea, Ling also said a few words to Chu Muchen, because she wanted to concentrate on starting the idea without paying attention. I didn't know what the bitch said to Chu Muchen. I only saw Chu Muchen hear it, her face changed dramatically, she didn't have time to enter the space, and Chu Muchen hit me with one hand.

Boom!

Mo Qingfeng wanted to escape, who knew that her body had just exerted force, the blood vessels were as if they were going to explode, the meridians were burning painfully, her movements were only slightly slower, Chu Muchen's deadly palm wind had struck her in the chest, her heart was already sore, and once again, it was easy to take her life.

Mo Qingfeng's body was like a broken kite, flying out, forming a beautiful arc in the air, then falling again, while her veil fell, revealing a beautiful, pale little face.

“Are you?” Chu Muchen shocked when he saw her face and her face changed dramatically.

Mo Qingfeng lay on the ground, trying to climb up, but unable to climb up, blood sprayed out of her mouth, pale face.

Chu Muchen pushed Lingya away and walked towards her nervously. She had just taken a few steps, and suddenly a black coat broke into the wall, blocking her from Chu Muchen.

Chu Muchen's pace suddenly stopped, only the man in front of him attacked the black gown, his clothes rose without wind, his body long standing in front of him, with a demonic smell like hell, extremely dark.

Mo Qingfeng raised his eyes and looked at the familiar shadow of the man, his pale little face showing a faint smile.

“Alone Zenan?” Chu Muchen shouted. Isn't he in Didu? How come you come out every time you get hurt by Mercury Wind?

Lonely Zenan's deep eyes were sharp and fierce, and with intense anger, he was killed all over himself.

“The only woman who dares to hurt her honor is death!” Lonely Zenan coldly said, the temptation fiercely sent out, his body flew up, such as a black cloud attack, and the platoon slammed down into Haiti to depress Chu Muchen.

Chu Muchen quickly dodged, his body flew up and he was not waiting for his breath, lonely Zenan hit him again.

The two men beat each other from the house to the outside, Ling glanced at the inky wind with resentment and chased them out. She really regretted that she had just done so much to herself. If it wasn't for her, she could help Chu Muchen now.

The two shadows fought heavily in the air. When the two powerful forces collided, it was like a volcanic eruption. The loud noise came from the air and shocked everyone in the Eight Kings Palace.

Snow Ling Bai and Du Wenjun rushed in with a group of guards to the Moon Garden.

“Go up and protect Brother Muchen!” Ling is also very anxious. If Brother Muchen gets hurt, she will die of heartache.

Du Wenjun and Bai Xueling said nothing and rushed forward with the guard.

Pong!

Lonely Zenan, who fought hard against Chu Muchen, suddenly leapt up several lengths, drank loudly, his arms spread wide, a yellow cyclone spinning out of his palm.

The cyclone was like a dragon out of the sea, whistling.

“Ah...”

“Ah...”

The guards who had not yet rushed in were so far away by the cyclone that the platoon fell into the sea that there was a loud scream and heavy casualties in the air.

Even Chu Muchen did not escape the deadly cyclone, the shadow fell, kneeling on one knee, a bite of blood erupted and his face was white as paper.

Looking up at the lonely Zenan standing in the sky, the black gown floats with the wind, giving off a dark scent of deterrence, high above the sky, as if the gods looked down upon the whole sky.

“Brother Muchen!” Ling also rushed up, holding on to the rocking Chu Muchen, the divine color of worry and nervousness.