Looking at Mei Tong's face that stiffened because of his words, Mo Jiuhua sneered: "Are you sure it's not because of daydreaming?" ”

"If it weren't for that, wouldn't it be ......," she paused in a playful tone, "Could it be because the floor of the Yuheng Pavilion is more fragrant than here?" ”

"Or is it that the ground of Yuheng Pavilion is full of treasures, which makes you not hesitate to kneel down and beg me to go in too?"

Mei Tong's face instantly changed from pitiful to ugly.

She clenched her fists, and suddenly stood up from the ground with a "pout", staring at Mo Jiuhua in front of her with slightly red eyes, especially the face she couldn't envy, and after biting her lip, she said: "I beg you so lowly, you are so femme fatale, it's really ......"

This skin has grown in white!

Mo Jiuhua: ???

What is this intellectual/disability rhetoric? just rejected the so-called request of an unfamiliar person, how did it directly become a femme fatale???

If she is a femme fatale, then those who really regard human life as a mustard are afraid that they have already been hacked to death by heaven with thunder.

"Huh." Mo Jiuhua tugged at the corners of his mouth, and with a cold snort, he was about to turn around and ignore the goods.

Unexpectedly, Mei Tong stepped forward and grabbed Mo Jiuhua's sleeve.

"Why? Why do you have a good-looking face and can easily get the opportunity to get close to the prince, but I can only be so bland?! ”

"So......" Mei Tong stared at her, "you have to take me!" ”

Mo Jiuhua's face turned completely cold.

In the system space, Bu Meng waved her little paws, and cheered for her beloved young lady in a milky voice: "Come on, young lady, flat her~"

"Huh." Mo Jiuhua sneered again, turned his head to Mei Tong's eyes, and there was a flash of coldness in his eyes, "Let go, hand!" ”

With a sigh in her heart, Mei Tong trembled all over, and involuntarily let go of her hand in a burst of inexplicable fear.

"You, you ......"

Mei Tong stammered while retreating, looking at Mo Jiuhua, who looked cold and walked towards him step by step: "You...... What do you want to do? ”

Mo Jiuhua smiled coldly: "What to do?" ”

As she spoke, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Mei Tong's neck with her hand, and then slowly tightened it.

Mei Tong's face quickly turned red, and then turned purple again.

"Vomit ......"

She was strangled and rolled her eyes wildly with her tongue out, and stretched out her hands to break Mo Jiuhua's hand, but to no avail.

The corners of Mo Jiuhua's mouth hung with an arc that seemed to be smiling, and he looked coldly at Mei Tong struggling with his limbs like a trapped fly under his hands.

After a while, seeing that it was almost over, Mo Jiuhua slowly let go of her, and then grabbed her collar again, leaned over to her ear, and his tone was infinitely cold: "I warn you, it's better to be a man." ”

"It's okay if you want to be restless, it's okay to rely on yourself, don't come to my sister and me to brush up on the sense of existence, and don't play with me in this set, otherwise it's ......"

Mo Jiuhua threw the two of them to the ground and looked at her condescendingly: "Don't blame me for confirming your evaluation of my femme fatale!" ”

After speaking, Mo Jiuhua turned around and slowly returned to his position.

In the same place, Mei Tong covered her neck and gasped for breath while coughing, only to feel that she had almost entered the ghost gate with both feet, and her heart palpitations were terrible.

After a long time, Mei Tong finally slowly calmed down, she trembled and raised her head slightly, and glanced at Mo Jiuhua who was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, her eyes were full of fear and fear.

In the next half an hour, Mei Tong didn't dare to beep a word again.