Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Contrived Female Voice
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What's the matter, who are you provoking and provoking whom? If this group of people wants to kill the black-bellied marquis, they will go to him, what's the use of surrounding her with a weak girl?
"Stinky bitch, I said to shut up!"
The eldest brother in the man in black glared at Ning Qianqian viciously, and pulled her past as he spoke, and by the way, he put the big knife in his hand on her smooth and delicate neck.
Xiao Si is right, this little girl must have something to do with Mo Li, as long as she uses her as a bargaining chip, maybe she can get out today.
This time, Ning Qianqian was really honest, obediently closed her mouth, and stood motionless beside the man in black. If it weren't for the brocade cloth on her face, you could find that her little face was pale and frightened at the moment. She's grown up and she's never seen anything like this.
Reach out and press the little green that is about to move in his sleeve, so that it will not move rashly.
Seeing that the blade of this big knife is so sharp, if one is not careful, his own life will be explained here.
I hope that this Hou Ye in front of me will find a way to save her for the sake of her being able to detoxify him!
Mo Li looked at the knife across her neck, as well as the eye-catching claw on her shoulder, the smile on the corner of her mouth froze, and she frowned her slender brows, obviously losing her patience, and her words were also tingling with a chill.
"If you don't want to die, you'd better hand her over quickly. ā
The man in black saw Mo Li's unhappy expression, and knew that he had guessed correctly, this woman did have an unusual relationship with him, so his confidence was enough in an instant.
"Hand it over, Mo Li, are you stupid for me? Hand her over, can we get out alive?"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he looked at Mo Li's gaze with bitter hatred.
"You slaughtered my Heavenly Wolf Village and killed so many of my brothers, and Lao Tzu hasn't settled this account with you! Sooner or later, Lao Tzu will let you pay for your blood debts!"
Listening to the words of the man in black behind her, Ning Qianqian's eyes flashed with a different color, no wonder these people wanted to kill him, it turned out that there was such a deep hatred between them......
"Brother Li?"
A contrived female voice came, interrupting Ning Qianqian's thoughts, and she raised her eyes to look at the place where the sound came from.
She was greeted by a woman with a delicate face, followed by a round-faced maid.
This woman was wearing a light blue light gauze wide-sleeved fairy dress, the skirt reached the ground, the light yarn was flying, her head was wearing a golden step, her face was wearing delicate makeup, her steps were eager but very elegant, and she hurried towards this side with a hurry.
Isn't this the "leftovers" county lord? It's not ashamed to enter a man's house at night!
Obviously, a certain woman had forgotten how she was dead during the day and was in a man's house.
Soon, Lin Mingjun walked up to Mo Li and looked up at him with a worried face.
"Brother Li, are you okay?
As he spoke, he was about to reach out to see if Mo Li was injured, but he dodged it lightly.
"Why are you here?"
Looking at the woman standing in front of him, Mo Li frowned, and quietly widened the distance between the two.
Sensing Mo Li's movements, a trace of strange emotion flashed in Lin Mingjun's eyes, but she quickly covered it up, and then looked up at Mo Li with an affectionate face.