Seeing Mu Liuyan crying, Mo Bushang was even more proud, and suddenly pinched her chin.

"Mu Liuyan, your man left you, and it was clear that he didn't want you...... You can rest assured...... He doesn't want you, but his own government wants you, even if his own government doesn't want you...... These brothers around me...... I will treat you well......"

Mu Liuyan's pupils twitched instantly, and he looked at Mo Bushang with tears in his eyes.

She wanted to scold, but her lips trembled and she let out a low whimper.

"Haha......" Mo Bushang laughed and got up: "Come on, send Miss Mu to the Guogong Mansion...... Let people clean up ......."

The guards of the National Guard couldn't help but look at each other, and their eyes were extremely complicated.

This man is really too perverted, not to mention the woman who dominates and insults others, he even wants to reward his subordinates after he gets tired of playing.

Once this woman falls into the barracks, it will be more vicious than killing her.

What's more, this woman is still a woman who is second handsome Ziyan.

It's just that the resentment in their hearts is resentment, and they still have to obey the command.

The two men set up Mu Liuyan and turned to leave.

A cold light swirled silently, and a bloody mouth slashed under the necks of the two of them, and blood splattered in an instant.

The cold disc swirled into the distance and fell into the hands of a man.

The man was dressed in black, and his face was expressionless, wiping the blood stains on the scimitar in his hand with a white cloth.

Mo Bushang suddenly gasped and instinctively took a step back.

"Someone ...... coming"

The man's gaze swept coldly across his face, and finally fell on Mu Liuyan's body.

"Mu Liuyan?"

Mu Liuyan's eyes blinked lightly, which was considered a tacit acquiescence.

Whether the person who comes is an enemy or a friend, it is better than falling into the hands of Mo Bushang.

The man crouched down beside her, suddenly turned her around, and tore her shirt off.

On the back of her right shoulder, there is a red butterfly-shaped birthmark.

The man took out a piece of rice paper from his arms and opened it slowly.

On it, there is a butterfly-like pattern and a pattern of fish qiang.

With a sweep of his gaze, he looked at Yu Qiang, who was held in the hand by a guard.

"Can you show me?"

The guard was stunned and hurriedly threw it to him like a hot potato.

The man glanced at Yuqiang, then leaned into his waist, picked up Mu Liuyan at will, and looked at Mo Bushang.

"Is it convenient for me to take her away?"

Mo Bushang subconsciously looked at the two dead guards, and before he could reply, the man had already hugged Mu Liuyan and walked away.

From beginning to end, it seems that Mo is as light as air in his eyes.

……

On the delicate and smooth bare back of the purple night, a row of silver needles trembled slightly.

Ion Xuan gently brushed away her scattered green silk and skillfully twisted a silver needle.

"Jun Mei has sealed your eight veins of the Qi Sutra, so your spiritual power will disappear, and you will be powerless in the future...... As long as I break the acupuncture hole for you......"

With a flick of her wrist, the ion Xuan Tan palmed her back, and a majestic force suddenly rose up, breaking into her body, and instantly collapsed the silver needle.

Ziye exclaimed, and joy suddenly appeared between her eyebrows: "I feel the aura......"

Ion Xuan lay on her back like a scoundrel, kissed her naked and exposed fragrant shoulders gently and dotingly, and slid his palm over the jade-like skin on his back, whispering in his ear.

"And how are you going to thank me?"

"Thanks? Thank you for the pain you have indirectly brought me? ”

The charm on Ion Xuan's face suddenly disappeared, "Night and night......"

"Cut ......" Zi Ye pushed him away with a look of disgust: "Ion Xuan, until I completely forgive you, you are not allowed to touch my ......."

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