Mo Qijun leaned on the seat and looked at the arguing between Jin Buer and Qian Yin with interest.
"You can't take Nangong Bei away no matter what."
Jin Fujin narrowed his eyes and his tone was cold and decisive.
"Then what if I say that I want to take Nangong Bei away? How can you bear with me?" Qianyin turned around and rushed to his seat.
He smiled at Jin Fuji, his smile trembling: "Do you think you can stop me? Well..."
In vain, Jin Buer's figure grew longer, and the broken sword's bloody glow spread towards Qian Yin and flew away.
I saw Qianyin using the body shield of the divine warrior and dodged it with a somersault.
"Stop it!"
Mo Qijun snorted coldly
The sword light suddenly stopped, and the thousand pieces of silver returned to their places.
Jin Fuji is dressed in golden clothes and has a golden veil around his face.
She has a soft figure and stands as charmingly as a snake.
It can be seen through the veil that his face is extremely ugly, and he is biting his lip tightly.
"Qianyin, tell me why you took Nangong Bei away."
Mo Qijun raised his eyebrows
"Because I like Nangong Bei, I want to take him back and won't let anyone hurt him..." Qianyin chuckled.
"Hmph! I told you not to get emotional."
Jin Buer said angrily
Qianyin didn't take his words seriously at all and continued to laugh at him
"Okay, Qianyin, go to my dungeon and take Nangong Bei away. But if you hand Nangong Bei over to Nangong Zhennan, you know what will happen."
Mo Qijun's face was cold and expressionless.
"Lord"
"good!"
Jin Buer and Qianyin responded at the same time
An incredible smile appeared at the corner of Mo Qijun's mouth, and he left his seat with a smile.
disappear in front of everyone
Mo Qijun went back home directly
He was looking for Mo Qingge, his junior sister who had been neglected by him for a long time.
At this time, Mo Qingge was painting in the courtyard
"Qinger"
Mo Qijun stood behind her and called softly
However, Mo Qingge seemed not to hear his cry and continued painting.
"Qing'er..."
"ah……"
Mo Qingge frowned and looked at his paintings with distress.
She turned around and looked at Mo Qijun angrily and resentfully.
Mo Qijun was stunned for a moment, thinking that she was going to get angry at him. Unexpectedly, Mo Qingge actually said coquettishly: "Brother, look! It's all your fault."
She picked up the painting and looked at it up and down
She said squeamishly: "What a pity, I have been painting for a long time."