Shu Huaide looked at this little daughter who had always been disgusted by himself in surprise, and suddenly felt that she had changed, different, no longer the ugly and stupid girl she used to be. Those eyes that were originally empty and godless, but at this moment, they shone with a confident and moving look, as if the most colorful and strange luster in the world was collected into these two springs. And he was struggling in this cold spring, surrounded by a torrent of disdain, ridicule, and contempt.

He was suddenly terrified of facing such a pair of eyes, as if they could penetrate all his ugliness. With a dazzling brilliance that he couldn't look at directly, he couldn't help but feel awe from the bottom of his heart.

"In the future, none of you are allowed to set foot in my courtyard without my consent." Mo Lan threw his hand away and sat back down at the table to care for his skin. Then he coldly dropped a sentence: "If, you don't want to die." ”

Xu is the last sentence of this most deterrent effect, Shu Huaide took the frightened mother and daughter and left.

Zheng'er opened her eyes and muttered in great surprise: "Miss, you, you ......" She vaguely felt that her young lady was different from before, no longer weak, but she really couldn't find the right words to describe her surprise at the moment.

"Zheng'er." Mo Lan turned back to her and smiled, "You will slowly realize that I am no longer the book Mo Lan I used to be." ”

She's not the book Molan, she's not the weak. The ancient daughter who was bullied.

She is Mo Lan, a top agent who has traveled from the 21st century. She can be a cold-blooded killer or a benevolent healer; It can be a bewitching girl, or it can be a celebrity lady. She wears a different mask every day to participate in one masquerade after another, and only in front of Mo Zi and Xi Feng will she take off her disguise and reveal an ideology that has never been revealed-self.

A simple and natural self.

It's just that she's away from them, isn't she? Her soul has drifted to this unknown time and space, so the so-called self should also be forgotten.

With a wry smile in her intoxicating eyes, she continued her work in the mirror.

In the days that followed, as if he was really afraid that she would run away, Shu Huaide kept sending people to watch outside her small courtyard. Mo Lan couldn't help but feel a little funny, she was just scaring and scaring them, and she didn't really want to run away from the marriage. If she really wanted to escape from marriage, how could this little courtyard trap her? The reason why she still lives so comfortably is because she really has nowhere else to go, and secondly, she is really interested in this legendary sick prince.

Whether it is for Mo Lan or Shu Mo Lan, he is the one who wants to marry, but he is not the one he wants to marry.

Similarly, for Lord Min, Shu Molan, a woman with no talent, no virtue and no appearance, is just someone he wants to marry, not what he wants to marry.

At the end of the day, they're all pathetic people.

Mo Lan stood in the doorway, quietly looking into the distance, as if she wanted to see another time and space along the endless extension. The north wind was blowing fiercely, and she couldn't help but collect the fox fur on her body. It was a scorching summer in that world, but it was already a harsh winter here, and the sudden change of seasons was really a little unaccustomed.

Snow began to fall in the gray sky, and the pure white elves were lightly thrown into the earth, but they were covered in dust and dyed with strange hues. It's just that this snow, which is no longer pure, is it tainted by the muddy earth, or is it dirty?

The only thing that is certain is that the world realm that has snowed is really cold to the bone.