Mo Qiong's arrogant voice attracted everyone's attention.

For a moment, the eyes of Qingge gathered on her, either sighing, sympathizing, or ridicule-

Qingge frowned, and anger flashed in his eyes.

After all, the past is over. She now has people and flowers in her heart, but there are always people who keep going one after another, never giving up, and bringing up this matter again and again.

Lan Wu looked at Mo Qiong flying with a surprise, and looked at Mei Qingchen again. She wanted to see the same expression as hers in Mei Qingchen.

But she was disappointed. Mei Qingchen just frowned, and a helpless look swept across her eyes.

"A Chen--" Lan Wu pulled Mei Qingchen's sleeve.

Mei Qingchen lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something, unmoved.

Lan Wu was quite disappointed, his eyes were dull.

Seeing that Mei Qingchen was not speaking, Mo Qiong jumped down from the long sword, walked towards Qingge, smiled and said maliciously: "I heard that Miss Ye is surrounded by the Fusheng Jun Gongzi, the Lord of Fusheng, Congratulations." She bowed her hands.

Qingge looked at Mo Qiong coldly.

Now, everyone in the world knows that her man is Mr. Ji who is elusive and in trouble, but Mei Qingchen's existence is too deep.

The funny wedding in the prosperous era has been criticized and no one can forget it. Even if she ignores it again and again, people will still mention it again and again, reminding her that she was so down and abandoned at the time.

She is not afraid of the power of rumors, but she has a stubborn and unknown inferiority complex under her confidence. Although she dares to love and hate, she also knows that she does not have the qualifications to stand beside Ji Yue and rule the world freely. She was abandoned in the wedding robe, which made her identity even lower.

She didn't care, but she didn't want her man to be shamed. She didn't want someone to point at Ji Yue's nose in the future and say, your wife is the garbage that no one wants.

Bei Yueming, Mei Qingchen—

The cold anger spread to all limbs and bones, and green fire suddenly appeared in his eyes. In an instant, Qingge's figure and wind disappeared, and afterimages appeared in the sky, and the cold wind swept through.

But when he saw a trance, Qingge came to Mo Qiong.

The hand that suddenly stretched out ruthlessly grabbed Mo Qiong's neck, and the moonlight was burning in his palm.

Ice blades fell from the sky and inserted into the ground around Qingge Moqiong and the others.

Mo Qiong drove the sword in the sky to attack Qingge. The sword went in a different direction, and from above, it was about to penetrate Qingge's sky spirit cover.

Qingge raised his eyes, his pupils were full of greenness, and the spiritual power in the thunder nest was filled with mist, but he saw that flying spirit weapon exploded into powder in full view of everyone.

Qingge held Mo Qiong and lifted it up and smashed it to the ground. She took a step forward. The wind blew and the robe was flying.

Mo Qiong's neck was still burning with a red moon flame, which burned all over her body with her fair neck as the center. The fire was also very playful, burning Mo Qiong's shameful chest material.

Yue Yanhuo disappeared, the two ounces of white flesh on his chest were cold, Mo Qiong widened his eyes, wrapped his hands around his chest, and when he moved his consciousness, he took out an outer robe from the space bag and covered his body again.

Mo Qiong glared at Qingge angrily, but a storm broke out in his heart.

The last time we met, Ye Qingge was only the seventh level of the innate level. Even if we met in the tribes, she was only the threeth level of the innate level. It would be fine if we broke through continuously from the threeth level of the innate level to the seventh level of the innate level. After not seeing each other for more than half a year, Ye Qingge had actually broken through to the eleventh level of the innate level!

That's fine, Mo Qiong clearly felt that the strength Ye Qingge exuded during the battle was not just the eleventh level of the innate.

Such an amazing talent, even if it is placed in Luohua City, is the leader of the younger generation.

Next to the white crane, the man stood tall and stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes wandering on Qingge.

She is always like this, with countless amazing secrets hidden in her body, and she has a fatal attraction.

Lan Wu has been observing Mei Qingchen's expression. It can be said that she is the person who knows Mei Qingchen the best in the world.

She lowered her head in disappointment, felt uncomfortable, and wanted to cough.

She frowned and kept holding it in, until her face turned red.

At this moment, Lan Wu disliked his weak body and sick body.

She also wanted to fight with a knife like that woman, but she had no life.

After waking up from Binggu, she lived like a year, and her life was always worrying. If Mei Qingchen had not taken care of her meticulously, she would have been gone now.

Mei Qingchen is the belief that made her survive, but now, this belief seems to be no longer as good as before.

Lan Wu is a smart woman. Although she knows it, she can't point it out and tear it apart.

Mo Qiong's hair was disordered and she was wearing a fiery red robe, and she was in a mess.

Qingge is still cold.

When dealing with Xue Ling'er, she gave each other a way out so that Xue Ling'er would not hate her to the core, and also played a role in killing the chicken to warn the monkey. But Mo Qiong is different. Whether it is Qin Kui or clan comparison, in Beiyue, she had already formed a deep blood hatred between her and Mo Qiong, and she didn't mind tearing her face in public.

After all, it's a matter of time sooner or later.

Too many people have laughed at Mei Qingchen for escaping from marriage, and she wants to let this matter end here.

call out--

The sound of sharp swords tearing through the sky, and huge swords scattered in the air, quickly swept towards the direction of Xueniao Mountain. At midnight, the enchanting moonlight, the stars were few, and the cold air was like a knife.

On each sword, there was a man of extraordinary demeanor.

The man in the lead was wearing a scarlet robe and ink-splashed hair, and was casually tied up with a jade crown. The man was as arrogant as fire, unruly as wild and unruly as the clothes on his chest were open, and the strong and sexy beauty was exposed. A yellowed wine gourd was hanging on his waist seal, as if the fragrance of wine was overflowing in the air.

Qingge saw the visitor, his limbs were slightly cool and his heart was trembling.

The evil son of the Mo family, the lord of Luohua City, gave birth to his adopted son.

I still remember that the last time I met, I was in Xixun Country.

In the midst of disaster, go their separate ways.

So far, in Qingge's realm of nothingness, there are many jars of heartbreaking wine brewed by Mo Xie.

Mo Xie jumped down from the sword with a powerful aura. He walked towards Qingge with great strides, and he was less likely to be careless in the flow, but he became more and more evil.

"Why is the hair messy?" Mo Xie stood in front of Qingge, rubbed her head naturally, and asked.

Qingge was about to speak, but a murderous aura flashed in Mo Xie's evil eyes.

On Qingge's white hair, he noticed the aura of Mo Qiong's flying spiritual energy.

Mo Xie smiled cruelly, turned around and looked at Mo Qiong, "Did you mess it up?"

Mo Qiong frowned and speechless. She had no choice but to face Mo Xie.

Some time ago, Mo Xie became the adopted son of the city lord Yongye.

It is said that Yong Yesheng attaches great importance to Mo Xie and specially went to the alchemy mansion to find advanced elixirs to help Mo Xie break through to the spiritual master in one fell swoop.

In front of Mo Xie, even if Mo Qiong is the daughter of the Qin family, he definitely does not dare to be arrogant.
Chapter completed!