"Cuicui, do you need help?" Although Mo Qingrou's legs and feet were still a little weak when he thought of staying in the same room with this woman, listening to the movement inside, Mo Qingrou hesitated for a moment and asked.

"No, just wait outside, right away." Cuicui's voice came from inside the room.

Not long after finishing speaking, Cuicui walked out of it, and looked through the gap in the door of the room, all the things on Cen Mohan's body had been replaced, and what Cuicui was holding in her hand was the clothes that Cen Mohan had been wearing.

Mo thought softly and took the white shirt in her hand.

There seems to be a mystery hidden in this shirt, Mo gently picked it up and shook it, this dress is heavy, and there seems to be a lot of things hidden in it.

Sure enough, this Cen Mohan still prepared a posterior move, and there were a lot of things hidden in this clothes.

Seeing that Mo Qingrou wanted to reach out and take out the rest thing, An Shuangchi hurriedly stopped it, and when he didn't know if there were any lethal weapons in it, he couldn't let Qingrou take the risk.

"What's wrong?" Mo raised his head softly and glanced at An Shuangchi in confusion.

"I'll come." After An Shuangchi finished speaking, she took the things in her hand.

Mo Qing's head was dizzy, and he subconsciously handed him the things in his hand.

An Shuangchi carefully put the clothes on the ground, and Ling Shuang's sword came out of its sheath and fiddled with the clothes.

The tip of the sword touched a hard thing, An Shuangchi was more careful, there was really something strange in it, fortunately he didn't let it touch it gently, An Shuangchi was glad in his heart.

Picking out the contents with a sword, An Shuangchi glanced at it from a little distance, it was a bottle of Huagusan, this woman carried a lot of things, just Huagusan brought a full three bottles, and there was already an empty bottle, I don't know which unlucky child was used so much.

An Shuangchi held her breath and continued to probe down.

Next is a bag, An Shuang didn't hesitate, opened the opening, and what appeared inside was a small box.

Cen Mohan, who was tied up again, shrank his eyes when he saw the box, and then shouted frantically at the two of them.

"Don't open it, don't touch him."

Mo glanced at her gently, sneered, and stopped An Shuangchi.

This kind of agitation method is still in use today, I have to say that it is still a little outdated, the more excited she is, the more she can't touch it, there must be something strange in this small box.

"Don't move." Mo gently squeezed An Shuangchi's hand.

This woman said that she was an ordinary white-collar worker, but looking at the things she carried, I am afraid that an ordinary white-collar worker does not have such great energy, and Cen Mohan may be engaged in something related to chemistry in modern times.

Inside this box is the smell of saltpeter.

Most likely her homemade gunpowder.

"Dark four, be careful, find a place where there are few people in this box and throw it away, your reaction must be faster, if I guess correctly, it should be explosives, don't get hurt."

Mo said softly pointing to the small box lying quietly on the ground.

Explosives are very difficult to store, especially in ancient times, where there was no container and nothing to do, basically it was necessary to avoid light.

She thought that the reason why Cen Mohan used this small black box should also be to avoid the light.

Otherwise, she would have carried so much explosives close to her, and before she could blow up the enemy, she might have been blown up all at once, which was really a bit unreasonable.

"Yes." Dark Si received the order, carefully took the box and was just about to walk out, but An Shuangchi stopped him again.

"There's still one here."

As she spoke, An Shuangchi actually found five identical boxes from her clothes.

Seeing this, Mo Qingrou couldn't help but be in awe of this Cen Mohan.

Being able to carry so many dangerous things close to him, this Cen Mohan is not ordinary, how confident is this to ensure that these things will not blow up uncontrollably.

"Aren't you afraid of blowing yourself up?" Mo softly widened his eyes and looked at Cen Mohan who was lying on the ground with five flowers.

"It's not explosives here." Cen Mohan's gloomy voice rang out.

Mo sneered softly, at this time, he still didn't forget to lie.

But Mo Qingrou did have doubts in her heart, Cen Mohan was a little cunning, and the words that came out of her mouth were both true and false, and it was impossible to judge whether the words she was saying now were true or false.

"Frost Chi, take all these things to her side and use her hands to open these things." Mo Qingrou suddenly remembered a brilliant idea, since she was using these things to deal with them, then take them all to her.

Of course, she made what she made herself to enjoy.

Sure enough, after hearing Mo Qingrou's words, Cen Mohan broke out, shouting loudly, and the words he said were very unpleasant, if he hadn't stood here and listened to it with his own ears, he would never have thought that a little girl with such a delicate appearance would be able to say such vicious words.

Fortunately, this inn was secretly wrapped down in advance, otherwise it would be so noisy here, and sooner or later it would be complained about.

Since these things were all made by Cen Mohan herself, there is no reason why she will not fail once, Mo Qingrou's heart moved.

"Wait a minute." Mo softly shouted to An Shuangchi, who had already collected a lot of things.

An Shuangchi stopped the movement in her hand and looked at Mo Qingrou.

I don't know which nerve Cen Mohan was stung by this scene, and when he looked at the eyes of the two of them looking at each other, he began to curse.

scolded what dogs and men for a while, scolded for embarrassment for a while, and the words that came out were more and more ugly.

An Shuangchi's eyes cast coldly, and Mo Qingrou hurriedly held him down.

At this time, Cen Mohan can't be allowed to die so easily, for them, this is still of great use.

"That's not her real face." Mo looked at Cen Mohan on the ground softly and spoke softly.

Hearing Mo Qingsoft's words, Cen Mohan's pupils shrank, but there was still an indifferent smile on his face, as if Mo Qingsoft's words were a big joke.

"It's not my face, it's your face." Cen Mo smiled coldly, but his eyes couldn't help but look to the right.

This is the performance that people will have when their hearts are weak, and the guessed answer was indirectly confirmed, Mo gently breathed a sigh of relief, and squatted down towards Cen Mohan, who was tied up and had no power to fight back.

"Be careful." At this moment, a sharp metal object suddenly spit out from Cen Mohan's mouth, rushing towards Mo Qing's face.

An Shuangchi was always paying attention to her every move, and when she saw this, she quickly pulled Mo Qingrou to her side.

Although there was nothing unusual about Cen Mohan's speech from the beginning, looking at the muscles on her cheeks, Mo Qingrou always felt that something was wrong, and she guessed correctly.

Under her tongue, there are really a few things that resemble blades.

She has only seen this skill in movies, but she didn't expect someone to practice it in real life, and I don't know what kind of life she lived before this.

"It's fine." When Mo spoke softly, Cen Mohan's mouth moved.

It's just that before the next secret weapon was spit out, her mouth was firmly covered by the dark three on the side.

But instead of using her hands, she found a random cloth to gag her mouth.

The secret weapon that was originally about to be exported was pressed back by the human being, and the corners of Cen Mohan's mouth suddenly overflowed with blood.

"Ah, you're hurt." Mo softly widened his eyes and looked innocently at Cen Mohan's face.

Cen Mohan's face was blue, this was her last secret weapon, but she didn't expect it to be discovered by her.

"It's okay now, take the cloth off her mouth, the wound on her mouth will always have to be taken care of."

Mo Qingrou is not a ruthless person, and at this time, she was a little unbearable to see the blood constantly spilling out from the corners of her mouth, and said to Dark Si.

Dark Four nodded, and carefully took out the strip of cloth that had been stuffed into her mouth, and with it, a blood-stained blade.

She really guessed correctly, it was really a blade, she remembered watching TV when she was a child, someone used this as an acrobatic, hid a few blades in her mouth, and then threw it out and accurately hit the balloon not far away.

I didn't expect to see this kind of scene again after the crossing.

"Is there any medicine?" Mo asked softly, turning his head gently.

An Shuangchi's eyes were still firmly fixed on Cen Mohan's body, for fear that she would not make any tricks.

Because of the secret weapon just now, Cen Mohan's mouth was almost scratched, and his speech was a little blurred.

"You have a good man, but in your life, you can only live dependent on men, bah, a cheap woman."

After Mo Qingrou heard this, there was no unhappy expression on his face, but he glanced at Cen Mohan with a smile, and then leaned into An Shuangchi's arms in front of her eyes.

This woman is probably an extreme person in modern times, looking at the things she is doing now, Mo Qingrou has no way to connect her with normal people.

"Yes, what's wrong, my man I don't rely on her to rely on anyone, are you angry, it's right to be angry, your man is dead, and there is no one to rely on if you want to."

Mo Qingrou's reply was a little naïve, but after saying it, his heart was indescribably happy, seeing that Cen Mo's cold face was about to be deformed, Mo Qingrou couldn't hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't be complacent for too long, and soon, everything you have now will be in vain." Cen Mohan smiled, but the laughter was indeed a little unpleasant.

At this time, Cen Mohan looked more like a neurotic, how could he have thought that Lan Yuan, who was pretending to be everyone's lady, would be the same person as the current woman who was a little crazy.

Mo looked at her face softly, thoughtful.