Mo Qiong frowned, silent, and did not answer Mo Xie's words. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Mo Xie walked in front of Mo Qiong with a smile and stood still, his skeletal hand stretched out, gently stroking Mo Qiong's soft hair, "What a perfect hair." ”

Suddenly, the tenderness in his eyes was no longer there, and the cruelty was surging.

He looked at Mo Qiong bloodthirsty, and a swollen aura surged under his broad palm, and Wang Han's aura like a sea frantically strangled Mo Qiong's hair.

Suddenly, Mo Qiong's beautiful green silk was swallowed by the aura.

The aura is like a sharp scissors, and it keeps cutting.

The scattered hair fell from in front of Mo Qiong, and she stretched out her hands, her eyes widened in horror, and she watched the broken green silk slip through her fingers.

"Mo Xie, you're crazy, aren't you? Do you take my magic Joan in your eyes? Or do you want to provoke the Qin family? Mo Qiong's eyes were red with rage, glaring at Mo Xie, and shouting hysterically.

Green silk is another heart of a woman.

Mo Qiong was embarrassed and draped in his robe, bald, and roared in pain.

Mo Xie tilted his head sideways, smiled slightly, like a paranoid, and insisted on asking, "Did you mess up her hair?" He repeated the words of Shi Cai, his amber eyes like strong wine, intoxicating and intoxicating with the spring breeze.

Mo Qiong was deflated, and her hands hung limply.

All around, the audience was shocked.

The reason why he shaved Mo Qiong's hair was only because Mo Qiong messed up Ye Qingge's hair!

Moqiong gritted her teeth, resentful.

Mo Xie patted Mo Qiong's face gently and rhythmically, close at hand, and the heat sprayed on Mo Qiong's ears as he spoke, "Next time you dare to be so presumptuous, it won't be as simple as hair, maybe it's your head." ”

It was like a voice coming from the pubic side, and Mo Qiong got goosebumps all over her body.

Mo Xie turned around and looked at Qingge, like a child, smiling brightly.

He loosely untied the wine gourd from his waist, opened the lid of the seal, and drank the cow drink on his back.

Qingge looked at Mo Xie in a complicated way, he should be a suave and unruly son, he should linger in the wind and snow and the moon without causing trouble, he should eat meat and drink wine and get drunk and lie on the knees of beautiful people.

However, now he kills one person in ten steps, does not stay for thousands of miles, is violent and ferocious.

"Mo Gongzi!"

The phoenix hissed, the fire phoenix swept down, and Lan Shengyan, who was standing on the phoenix, hugged his fist at Mo Xie, and said solemnly: "My father has always thought that Mo Gongzi is a once-in-a-century genius, I heard that Your Excellency is superb in chess, if you have time, you can come to the refining union to sit and compete with your father." ”

Mo Xie said lightly: "This is Mo's honor." ”

Amber-like eyes, careless, wandering around, at a glance, I saw Mei Qingchen next to the white crane and the soft and melancholy blue wu.

As if he had met his father's killer, Mo Xie turned around and walked quickly, his eyes red and his eyeballs crawling with cracked bloodshots.

Standing in front of Mei Qingchen, Mo Xie smiled wildly, glanced at the blue wuwu on the white crane, and said with a mocking smile: "Mei Realm Lord, fortunately, I said that the Mei Realm Lord said that he would leave, it turned out that there was warm fragrant nephrite at home." ”

"That's enough." Mei Qingchen's voice rose a few points.

"Enough?"

Mo Xie raised his eyebrows, he approached Mei Qingchen, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Mei Qingchen, from now on, you take your Yangguan Road, sing lightly across her own single-plank bridge, if you dare to hurt her again, even if I Mo Xie is unforgivable, I want you and your woman not to die well, now although my strength is not as good as you, but my means, the Lord of the Floating Realm should know." ”

Mei Qingchen's sword eyebrows frowned, as soon as the ink evil entered Luohua City, he uprooted a family, and the city lord Yongyesheng trusted him unusually and gave him supreme rights, he acted decisively, killed when he deserved, and never showed mercy.

Therefore, the ink evil is known as the king of ink in the city of falling flowers.

Mei Qingchen raised his eyes, glanced at Qingge standing in the snow, and then looked at the blue wu, Mei Qingchen suddenly felt a cramp in his heart, and now, he couldn't see his heart clearly, and there seemed to be a thick fog in front of him.

Is his sweetheart this girl called Night Light Song?

No, no, if that was the case, why was he willing to leave her and come to the Ice Valley in the first place?

Lan Wu in the wings of the white crane saw Mei Qingchen's tangled struggles clearly, wandering, her wings were very warm, but her heart was gradually cold.

Seeing that Mei Qingchen didn't speak, Mo Xie clenched his hands, and smashed his fist on Mei Qingchen's eyes.

With this punch, Mo Xie used enough strength, if it weren't for Mei Qingchen's strength, I was afraid that his eyeballs would burst open.

Mei Qingchen took a few steps back, and her back touched Bai He's body.

Mei Qingchen seems to have no soul, a puppet like a walking corpse.

"Didn't the Mei Realm Lord hear Mo's words?"

The ink evil is like the king of Hades from the Nine Secluded Mansions, and Mei Qingchen, who walked up, covered Mei Qingchen with a layer of moonlight shadow.

He kicked Mei Qingchen's chest, Mei Qingchen's body spasmed and trembled, and scarlet blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth and slowly flowed down.

But he was indifferent, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Do you hear that?" Ink Demon was cruel and kicked him in the chest again.

Mei Qingchen's sharpened chin was full of viscous blood, and the bleak moonlight poured on him, his face was pale and on the verge of death.

Mo Xie's heart was full of anger, as long as he thought of how sad Qingge was on the day and night of the wedding, he couldn't wait to slash Mei Qingchen.

He kicked one foot at a time, each kick used enough strength, simple and rough kicking, without any moves, full of aura, eager to kick people to death.

One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer.

Mei Qingchen lowered his head, he pursed his lips, and blood still flowed out of his mouth.

His guilt can't be expressed in a thousand words.

He's a brute, and he deserves to be kicked.

Lan Wu was worried and anxious, and hurriedly walked down from the white crane, but accidentally fell to the ground, his head down, and his forehead fell on a sharp stone hidden in the snow.

Blood suddenly flowed from her full forehead, and she frowned, her body became more and more uncomfortable, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

She crawled forward with all her might, hugging Mei Qingchen and letting the ink evil kick on her.

Mo Xie used to be a gentleman, but now he calls himself a villain.

Even if he knew that there was a woman on Mei Qingchen's body, he didn't show mercy, and still kicked it and kicked it on Lan Wu's back.

With this kick, Lan Wu's eyes widened, her limbs were tense, her internal organs were trembling, and she spit out a mouthful of black blood and sprayed it on Mei Qingchen's face.

Lan Wu wrinkled her facial features in pain, but she forced a smile, and gently pulled the corners of her clothes to wipe the blood on Mei Qingchen's face.

The ink evil was about to kick, and the light song quickly swept over, blocking the ink evil.

Mo Xie turned his head to look at Qingge, smiling like a pure child with a blood-stained machete in his hand.

Qingge looked at the almost paranoid Mo Xie distressedly, she exhaled a deep breath, and said softly: "I have the broken intestine wine brewed by the son of the Mo family, do you want to taste it?" ”

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