Lianxi next to her was too scared to speak.

Even Zhou Sheng, who was originally happy, had a tense face at this time, not daring to show his expression at will.

But it's really hard to say.

After all, on the battle spirit platform, it is allowed to voluntarily admit defeat.

Even if he doesn't admit defeat, if Mo Qiancheng plays negatively, Mo Fengwu can't do anything about him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Mo Qiancheng's words fell, Mo Fengwu hooked the corners of his lips and said directly:

"If you want to smear the Mo family's face, whatever you want!"

"You ......" Mo Qiancheng's face suddenly changed, and he said sharply: "Anyway, I won't go!" It's useless to say who said! ”

"Don't want to go? Yes, I'll talk about winning the battle. ”

When Mo Qiancheng heard this, he raised his sword eyebrows instantly, and then raised his hand and struck at Mo Fengwu with a palm.

Lianxi next to her suddenly exclaimed in fright, but she didn't expect that in the next second, she was slapped back directly by Mo Fengwu!

Syllable!

This palm is not light. In an instant, the entire half of Mo Qiancheng's face was swollen on the spot.

Mo Fengwu stood in place with cold eyes, looking at Mo Qiancheng in front of him with a staring eye, and then waved his hand: "Take it away!" ”

**

Mo Qiancheng was eventually taken away.

At the same time, there were also Lianxi, Mo Yibai, Li Shishi and Zhou Sheng, plus several Zhou family retinues.

So when Qing Thorn knew that he was not just Mo Qiancheng alone, but a whole string of people, his whole face turned black.

And just when the Mo family's sisters and brothers were divided into two ways, a carriage came to the back door of Zhai's house in the central city quickly.

Then, as soon as the carriage stopped, a delicately dressed lady hurriedly got out of the carriage with the support of her subordinates, and then entered the gate of Zhai's house crying all the way.

"Woo...... My hard-working son, Brother Seven, you have to call the shots for me...... Woo, how can I live here......"

The noble lady cried so much that she snot and tears, which instantly shocked the entire Zhai family. Half an hour later, in the back hall of the Zhai family, Zhai Yuanhe, the seventh master of the Zhai family, stared at the noble lady in front of him with a shocked expression, and said:

"What do you say? Xiaohao is dead? ”

The lady cried breathlessly and said, "Yes! Not only is he dead, but he doesn't even have a whole corpse...... Woo, my miserable son, you died too miserably, how can you let your mother live in the future...... Woohoo......"

"Alright, don't cry. Tell me, what's going on? ”

"What else could it be? It's just that someone looks at my Xiaohao and doesn't like it......" said, the lady wiped her face and said: "At this month's market auction, Xiaohao said that he wanted to buy me something lovely and come back, but he didn't come back."

It is said that all the people who participated in the auction at that time died. They are all called ink, ink ...... That's right, Mo Fengwu's slut was killed. What's even more hateful is that after that, I asked the steward to find someone to ask for a reason, and after all, this person is dead, you have to give me an explanation, right?! And guess what?

That slut didn't say a word, he did it directly, not only killed someone, but also said that if he dared to come again, he would wash our whole family in blood! Whining...... Seventh brother, look, is there any reason for this?

Our Xiaohao is such a well-behaved and obedient child, how can he ...... And that slut, why is she? My Xiaohao is so miserable, and now even our whole family is threatened by her...... Seventh brother, you have to call the shots for me this time! Otherwise, I won't be alive...... Woohoo......"