Mo Qiong frowned and was silent, without answering Mo Xie's words.
Mo Xie walked in front of Mo Qiong with a smile, stood still, stretching out his hands with clear bones, gently stroking Mo Qiong's soft hair, "It's such a perfect hair."
Suddenly, the gentleness in my eyes disappeared, and the cruelty was surging.
He looked at Mo Qiong bloodthirsty, and a swollen spiritual energy surged under his broad palm. Wang Han's spiritual energy was strangling Mo Qiong's hair madly.
In an instant, Mo Qiong's beautiful black hair was swallowed by spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy is like sharp scissors, constantly cutting it.
The scattered hair fell from Mo Qiong. She stretched out her hands, widened her eyes in horror, and looked at the broken black hair and slid down from her fingers.
"Mo Xie, are you crazy? Don't you take me Mo Qiong seriously? Or do you want to provoke the Qin family?" Mo Qiong's eyes were red in anger, staring at Mo Xie, and shouting hysterically.
Black hair is another woman's heart.
Mo Qiong was wearing a robe in a mess, bald head, and roared heartbrokenly.
Mo Xie turned his head, smiled slightly, like a paranoid, insisting on asking, "Did you mess her hair?" He repeated the sentence just now, his amber-like eyes were like strong wine and intoxicating.
I was intoxicated by the spring breeze.
Mo Qiong was deflated and his hands were hanging weakly.
All around, the seats were shocked.
The reason why he shaved Mo Qiong's hair was just because Mo Qiong messed up Ye Qingge's hair!
Mo Qiong gritted her teeth and was angry.
Mo Xie gently patted Mo Qiong's face rhythmically, and was so close that it was close. When he spoke, the heat sprayed on Mo Qiong's ears, "Next time, you dare to be so arrogant, and it's not as simple as your hair. Maybe it's you
The head.”
It was like a sound coming from the underworld, and Mo Qiong got goosebumps all over his body.
Mo Xie turned around and looked at Qingge, smiling brightly like a child.
He casually untied the wine gourd from his waist, opened the lid of the seal, raised his head and drank the cow drink. Under the white moonlight, the man's eyebrows were picturesque and bloodthirsty.
Qingge looked at Mo Xie in a complicated manner. He should be a romantic and unruly young man. He should linger in the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and not cause fishy food. He should eat meat, drink wine and lie drunk on the beautiful knees.
But now, he kills one person with ten steps, and does not stay thousands of miles away, violent and fierce.
"Young Master Mo!"
The phoenix screamed, and the fire phoenix leaped down. Lan Shengyan, who was standing on the phoenix, hugged Mo Xie and said solemnly: "My father has always believed that Mr. Mo is a genius who has seen him once in a hundred years. I heard that you are very skilled in chess. If you have time,
You can come to the weapon refiner union to sit and compete with your father.”
Mo Xie said lightly: "This is Mo's honor."
Her eyes were as amber as she looked around casually, and she could see Mei Qingchen next to Baihe and the soft and melancholy Lan Wu at one glance.
As if he had met his father-killing enemy, Mo Xie turned around and walked quickly, his eyes red, and his eyes were covered with cracked blood.
Standing in front of Mei Qingchen, Mo Xie smiled wildly, glanced at Lan Wu on the white crane, and smiled mockingly: "Master Mei Realm, I'm lucky to know. I said that when the Master Mei Realm left, it turned out that he had a family.
Warm fragrance nephrite.”
"Enough." Mei Qingchen's voice rose a little.
"Enough?"
Mo Xie raised his eyebrows, he approached Mei Qingchen and said evilly in a voice that only the two could hear: "Mei Qingchen, from now on, you will walk your Yangguan Road and sing past her own.
Single-plank bridge, if you dare to hurt her again, even if I, Mo Xie, will not let you and your woman die well. Although my strength is not as strong as you, my methods, the Lord of the Floating Realm should know
right."
Mei Qingchen frowned. When Mo Xie first entered Luohua City, he uprooted a family. The city lord Yong Yesheng trusted him very much and gave him supreme rights. He was decisive in his work, killing him when he deserved it, and never showed mercy.
Therefore, Mo Xie is known as the King of Hell in Luohua City.
Mei Qingchen raised his eyes, looked at Qingge standing in the snow, and then looked at Lan Wu who was pitiful. Mei Qingchen suddenly felt a pain in his heart. Now, he couldn't see himself clearly.
There seemed to be a thick layer of fog in front of my heart.
His sweetheart is this girl named Ye Qingge?
No, no, if that was the case, how could he have been willing to leave her and come to Binggu?
Lan Wu in the white crane's wings saw Mei Qingchen's entangled struggle and wandered around. Her wings were very warm, but her heart gradually became cold.
Seeing that Mei Qingchen didn't say anything, Mo Xie clenched his hand and made a powerful punch, and punched Mei Qingchen in the eyes.
Mo Xie used all his strength in this punch. If Mei Qingchen had not had the extraordinary strength, he would have been afraid that his eyes would burst.
Mei Qingchen took a few steps back and touched Bai He's body.
Mei Qingchen seemed to have no soul, but a walking corpse-like puppet.
"Didn't the Master of Mei Realm hear Mo's words?"
Mo Xie was like the King of Hell coming from the Nine Netherworlds. He walked to Mei Qingchen and covered Mei Qingchen with a layer of moonlight shadow.
He kicked Mei Qingchen in the chest, and Mei Qingchen's body spasmed and trembled for a moment, scarlet blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth and slowly flowed down.
But he was indifferent and didn't know what he was thinking.
"Did you hear it?" Mo Xie was cruel and kicked him in the chest again.
Mei Qingchen's sharpened chin was covered with sticky blood, and the bleak moonlight poured on him, his face was pale and on the verge of death.
Mo Xie was full of anger. As soon as he thought about how sad Qingge was on the wedding day and night, he wanted to kill Mei Qingchen.
He kicked each step, using all his strength, and kicked him simply and roughly without any moves, filled with spiritual energy, and wished he could kick someone to death.
One is willing to fight, the other is willing to be beaten.
Mei Qingchen lowered his head, and he pursed his lips tightly, and blood still flowed out of his mouth.
His guilt could not be expressed in thousands of words.
He is a beast, and he deserves to be kicked.
Lan Wu was worried and anxious, so he walked down from the white crane quickly, but accidentally fell to the ground, his head down and his forehead hit a sharp stone hidden in the snow.
The plump forehead suddenly bleeded, she frowned, and became more and more uncomfortable, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up.
She crawled forward with all her strength, hugged Mei Qingchen, and let Mo Xie kick him.
Mo Xie was once a gentleman, but now he claims to be a villain.
Even though he knew that there was a woman on Mei Qingchen, he showed no mercy and still kicked Lan Wu on the back.
With this kick, Lan Wu suddenly opened his eyes wide, his limbs were tight, and his internal organs were trembling. She suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood and sprayed it on Mei Qingchen's face.
Lan Wu wrinkled his facial features in pain, but forced himself to smile, and gently pulled the corner of his clothes to wipe the blood on Mei Qingchen's face.
Mo Xie was about to kick, and Qingge rushed over quickly to block Mo Xie.
Mo Xie turned his head and looked at Qingge, smiling brightly, like a pure child holding a blood-stained machete.
Qingge looked at Mo Xie who was almost paranoid with distress. She deeply exhaled her breath and said softly: "I have the heartbreaking wine brewed by the Mo family's young master. Do you want to taste it?" (To be continued)