Chapter 8: The Contrast of the Lord (7)

Mo Jiuhua ignored Mei Tong, who was sick with brain supplementation.

After all, a guy who doesn't even count as a supporting role has a woolen relationship with her.

The other party's very obvious cautious thoughts, she was too lazy and disdainful to take care of them.

Mo Jiuhua packed up his bed and lay down, intending to rest for a while.

Because if nothing else, the housekeeper is afraid that he will send someone to summon all the maidservants in Qingwu Yuan to give a lecture.

Mo Jiuhua could guess the content of the lecture.

For the newcomers who have just come in, it is nothing more than to say something of grace and power.

For the elderly, it is nothing more than to say something to take care of the newcomer.

Thinking of the long time Tang Seng chanting that he might face next, Mo Jiuhua felt that it was better to rest quickly, and when he had the energy, he would not always want to doze off.

However, seeing Mo Jiuhua lying down to rest, Mei Tong spoke with an unaccustomed look.

"Hey, don't you want to climb the high branches? How do you get up to sleep now? If you don't go out, please the old people here first? Maybe they can be happy and reveal a little bit of information about the Jade King to you! ”

Mei Tong just couldn't get used to Mo Jiuhua's calm appearance, so she couldn't help but want to stab her, but when she opened her mouth, a strong sour smell was obviously revealed.

Mei Tong was a little embarrassed, but she still bit her lip and looked at Mo Jiuhua, waiting for her answer.

- Mei Tong won't admit it, she just wants to see this woman who is better looking and calmer than her, whispering flattering in front of other maidservants.

It's relieving to think about it.

As if she had seen something that made her happy, Mei Tong couldn't help but hook her lips proudly.

In the next second, Mo Jiuhua opened his eyes casually, turned his head slightly, and his eyes were full of coolness: "I heard that a nosy long-tongued woman like you won't live long, and I don't know if it's true." ”

The last sentence was supposed to be a question, but Mo Jiuhua used an affirmative sentence, as if he had seen Mei Tong die because of his mouths and events.

After speaking, Mo Jiuhua turned his head and closed his eyes again, and finally his voice was not loud or small, and he said in a flat tone: "The illness is not light." ”

"You !!"

Mei Tong's face was instantly ugly by her first sentence, and then the whole person trembled by the last four words.

She was angry and wanted to scold back, but she was afraid of attracting people and damaging her image.

Moreover, this woman is good-looking, maybe she will seduce/seduce the housekeepers or guards in the palace, and they will all come to her to slander and bully themselves.

When the time comes, the gains will outweigh the losses.

Thinking like this, Mei Tong looked at Mo Jiuhua with extreme resentment, and said angrily in a resentful low voice: "Shameless vixen! ”

After scolding, she also turned around and lay down on her own bed.

At this time, the whole milk dog in the system space was fried.

It walked around the space angrily on four short hairy legs.

The little short tail behind it also swayed left and right as it walked around, inexplicably...... Hook people want to rua.

[It's so angry! How can you introduce a silver! When people said about her before, they politely didn't say that she was ugly! But she, she ......]

Bu Meng's big eyes as beautiful as gems were full of anger, and even the sentences he said were a little slurred at this time: [It's really a dog!!] 】

[Poof! 】

Mo Jiuhua smiled unceremoniously in his mind.

Hearing her laughter, Bu Meng was aggrieved: "Little sister ......"

After a moment, Mo Jiuhua stopped smiling, and comforted it in a charming and gentle tone: "Good ~ Sister doesn't care." ”

"Bu Meng is such a cute cutie, don't be angry, you'll lose your hair when you're angry, and you won't be cute when the time comes~"