As this scolding sound sounded, Jun Mojue's figure appeared in front of everyone.
And Lou Qingqing was lying half-dead on the ground. As soon as he heard this voice, his tears fell down. It can be said clearly like a pear blossom with rain. At this time, Qingqing's hair was spread out, and his clothes were dirty.
His eyes were red, his eyes were red, and his tears kept mixing with the soil and falling to the ground, making him very embarrassed.
What's more, she was lying on the ground and couldn't get up, because there was a beautiful little foot firmly stepping on her chest. Who was that cat?
Mao'er saw that Qingqing's blood-red eyes that seemed to be killing people suddenly turned extremely fragile because of seeing Jun Mojue, and she snorted with disdain in her heart. This acting skill could win an Oscar...
"Your Majesty...Help...!"
With this pitiful expression, the gossamer-like anger and the loving and silent calling in his eyes, Lou Zhen really touched the hearts of everyone present, and the guards couldn't help but look at Mao'er with reproach in their eyes.
…
Mao'er's peach blossom eyes narrowed, murderous intent flashed across her face, and she looked at Jun Mo Jue with a cold look on her face, "Do you have anything to say?"
Jun Mojue looked at all this coldly, without saying anything, but looked at Mao'er with a somewhat stern expression, as if blaming him.
Mao'er's heart tightened, but this feeling was fleeting. His eyes were full of ridicule, Jun Mojue, you are nothing more than this...
…
At that moment, he exerted force with his foot, and only heard a green sound, which seemed extremely painful. This was Mao'er's provocation, but Jun Mojue still didn't speak. Even Leng Yu behind him frowned, as if he couldn't stand it.
Well, not to mention those guards, as long as Jun Mojue gives an order, they will probably rush forward...
Lou Qingqing's eyes were painful, pleading, and looked at Jun Mo Jue with extremely pitiful eyes...
But Jun Mo Jue just looked at Mao'er steadily. For a long time, Mao'er slowly let go of his feet, looked at Jun Mo Jue with unavoidable eyes, and slowly said, "A pair of jade arms, a thousand-person pillow, a little
Thousands of people have tasted the red lips, but an extremely hypocritical prostitute, whom you, Jun Mo Jue, regard as a treasure, actually compares such a person to me, Jun Mo Jue, well done to you!"
It was so sharp and sharp that Lou Qingqing's face turned pale in an instant. Being humiliated like this, in front of the man she loved, this feeling was even more unacceptable to her than death.
Seeing Jun Mo Jue's unpredictable face, Mao'er just sneered, then looked at Qing Qing lying on the ground, and raised her peach blossom eyes, "Today is just a lesson. If you speak rudely to me next time, I will kill him."
You, and this man Jun Mojue, you can take it, he is nothing in my eyes!"
As soon as the words were spoken, Jun Mojue, who had been so unresponsive at first, suddenly moved in front of Mao'er, and without saying a word, he held Mao'er in his arms...
