But, what kind of strange kung fu was she doing? It was just a trick, and Mo Yuhua seemed to have lost all his spiritual power!
Could it be... He thought of that day when he accidentally held her hand. Could it be that as long as she could touch the other person's skin, she could leapfrog and absorb the other person's spiritual power?
Zhong Xiaoxiao lowered his head and saw Mo Doudou's tender and swollen face. Zhong Xiaoxiao, who had always been heartless and as cold as ice, felt the urge to protect someone for the first time!
She picked up Mo Doudou, kissed his red and swollen face, and said softly, "Doubao, be good, and see how my mother bullies you back!" She smiled sweetly at Mo Doudou, and said
The person handed it to eleven.
Eleven took Mo Doudou as a matter of course, his eyes full of curiosity! This woman kept creating surprises for him, and he was looking forward to seeing how she was going to get justice.
Zhong Xiaoxiao moved lightly and walked slowly in front of Mo Yuhua.
Mo Yuhua was afraid of Eleven behind Zhong Xiaoxiao. At this moment, he was standing there, and for some reason, he couldn't even move his fingertips.
"I am a good-natured person. I never hold grudges. If I have any grudges, I will avenge them on the spot."
Zhong Xiaoxiao's thin lips parted slightly, and she struck faster than her voice. Before she could finish her words, she slapped Mo Yuhua ten times, starting from left to right, which only made his cheeks red and swollen, and made him dizzy.
"Mom, good fight!" Mo Doudou did not hide his happiness at all, clapped his hands and laughed happily! Anyway, in Shiyi's arms, he was not afraid of being bullied at this moment.
Li Moruo, who was standing not far away, laughed out loud. A woman without even a trace of spiritual power actually beat a third-level Huang Ling to the point where she was unable to parry! After all, Mo Yuhua probably wouldn't have to fight in the west.
Lan Guo got mixed up.
"Mo Jinyan, you bitch, how dare you hit me?" Mo Yuhua yelled angrily!
"It is only right that the debts of the father should be paid by the son! Who told me to beat my son? I can only beat his son to vent my son's anger!" Zhong Xiaoxiao looked at Mo Yuhua, smiled softly, clapped his hands, and pulled
He said sternly.
Mo Yuhua was so angry that he almost vomited blood, but his body seemed to be loosened and he was able to move.
"Sister, we are all a family, why are we in such a tense situation? What you did is really too much!" Mo Jinyu stepped forward to support Mo Yuhua and asked Zhong Xiaoxiao with a bit of anxiety.
There were already faint tears, and her face was comparable to that of a flower girl, which was very pitiful.
Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the second prince came over. He didn't want to get involved in the Mo family's family affairs, but who let the woman in front of him make his baby cry?
"Miss Mo, don't rely on Master Eleven to bully your father, brothers and sisters!" His usually gentle face also sank slightly, and he whispered. "Master Eleven, please stop participating in the Mo family's family affairs.
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He looked at Eleven, who had been holding Mo Doudou, with a bit of dissatisfaction in his eyes! He was obviously the guest he brought, but now he was helping outsiders bully his own woman!
"You are so strange, uncle. Uncle Eleven is my guard. If he doesn't help me, how can he help them?" Mo Doudou tightly wrapped his hands around Eleven's neck. At such a young age, he also
I thought it was Eleven who came to the rescue just now, so naturally I have full admiration for Eleven! A small face, full of awe-inspiring aura! When he looked at the Mo brothers and sisters, his little nose was turned up to the sky, and his eyes were full of contempt! Such an innocent little gesture