Mo Jiu opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a sinister aura in his eyes that could not be put away.

Mo Jiu slowly got up and found that he was sweating profusely.

It's been more than a month since I came to this other world, and I've never dreamed about my past life, but yesterday I dreamed of my past life, and it was about night cultivation.

Is it a day and night? It's just that when I saw Wuchen's back, I remembered Ye Xiu for a while, and I dreamed of the moment when he killed himself.

Mo Jiu smiled bitterly and got out of bed. Xu had a nightmare, and his head was a little dizzy.

As soon as Mo Jiu finished washing on the ground, he heard a sudden bustle in the small courtyard.

Mo Jiu got up and pushed the door out, and saw the Song clan open his arms, blocking the group of people from moving forward.

The person with a few heads was Mo Qingtian, and beside him was Xin Ziyan, who was dressed in a white dress.

Xin Ziyan stood beside Mo Qingtian with her head slightly down, her eyes flashing with tears, half biting her red lips, and she looked pitiful like a blooming white lotus.

Mo Qingtian was scolding the Song family: "The good son you taught. He did such a conscientious thing! What face does the old man have to face the Eighth Prince? ”

"Master, Jiu'er is not that kind of child! You're going to trust him......"

"Humph! Are you still here to protect the rebel? Everyone has come to the door, will a girl who has not come out of the cabinet laugh at her innocence? ”

Hearing this, no one jumped out to explain, Mo Jiu knew the ins and outs.

I thought that the last time Xin Ziyan came over and touched the nail, the matter would be over, but I didn't expect her to be so persistent that she had to put her to death.

She knew that Mo Jiu was the emperor's envoy, and she couldn't easily touch it, so she wanted to lend Mo Qingtian's hand to get rid of Mo Jiu's vicious thoughts.

"Come on, go in and get that rebel out for me!"

"No need to catch it."

Everyone looked at the voice, Mo Jiu leaned lazily against the door, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and the corners of his lips were hooked with a smile, but there was a piercing chill in his eyes.

Xin Ziyan saw Mo Jiu walk out of the house, and for a moment, it made her heart skip a beat.

Is this really that crap? Why does it feel so different, and it looks good at the waste like this?

However, Xin Ziyan suppressed the thoughts that suddenly popped up in his mind. Waste is nothing but waste. Since it is a waste, at best, it is just a pawn for her future development.

The chess pieces should play the role that the chess pieces should have. There was a flash of ruthlessness in Xin Ziyan's eyes.

As soon as Mo Qingtian saw Mo Jiu's lazy posture, he didn't mean to apologize at all, and his beard shook with anger.

"Rebel, what else do you have to say?"

"What do you want me to say? Or what do you want to hear from me? ”

This sentence successfully made Moqing's weather smoke. "Okay, you rebel, now not only go out to make trouble, but even my father doesn't pay attention to it! Come! Put this rebel in the dungeon for me first, and pull me out to the Eight Kings' Mansion to apologize three days later! ”

Mo Jiu had originally held a few poisonous needles in his hand, but he put them back into the space.

"The dungeon, huh? Lead the way ahead, and the master will walk by himself. ”

Although it is a waste, after all, it is the eldest son of the family, and the guards still have to give some face in front of Mo Qingtian.

Although Mo Qingtian was so angry, when he saw Mo Jiu obediently walking towards the dungeon, he couldn't attack, so he could only yell at the Song family. "Humph! What a good son you taught! ”