The latter glanced at Mo Yi'an, very faceless, shook his head, and debunked: "It's not that there is no trust, it's just that every time, what Mo Shao does, you know the most in your heart..."

“……”

stopped abruptly, looked directly at Mo Yi'an, and didn't say any further, why?

Because for a group of people in the Intelligence Pavilion, Mo Yi'an has long been unable to write about digging a pit for them and not being responsible for burying them, and every time the leaders and brothers of the Intelligence Pavilion are always deeply affected.

Therefore, the trust in Mo Yi'an has directly slipped from the curve to negative.

Now that the Lord has finally sent him back to the door by himself, how could the brothers let him go so easily!

No, all the documents that didn't dare to make decisions easily were sent to Mo Yi'an.

This is why Mo Yi'an is regarded as one head or two big, from the day he returned to the Mo Pavilion, for several days, Mo Yi'an has not left the door of this pavilion.

But he couldn't leave yet, and he remembered the task given to him by Di Mohan in his heart, so he could only wait obediently in the ink pavilion and wait for news.

"Eleven, if you don't look at this, let's have a discussion~" Suddenly, the conversation changed, looking at Eleven, Mo Yi'an smiled and tried to trick the way.

However, the latter couldn't direct him, and simply refused neatly: "There's no need to discuss." ”

“……”

"There's no need to be so ruthless~" Mo Yi'an twitched the corners of his mouth, pretending to be pitiful.

"Don't die of this heart! The brothers have all said, this time, if you don't settle the old accounts you owe first, don't think about stepping out of the door of the Intelligence Pavilion for half a step~"

Knowing Mo Yi'an's urine, Eleven didn't give him a chance at all, and said coldly.

"Also, the news that Mo Shao wants to know already has eyebrows, but..."

raised his eyebrows, glanced at the mountains of documents behind Mo Yi'an, and the implication was self-evident.

"You, Night Eleven, do you still treat me as a big brother?"

Seeing that Eleven was not fooled, Mo Yi'an couldn't hold his breath and said angrily with some indignation.

"It's useless to say this, Mo Shao still hurry up and deal with these miscellaneous things at hand, otherwise, I'm afraid of the news afterwards...... Delay~" Suddenly, he smiled at Mo Yi'an and said softly.

“…”

"Bang...", he put his foot on the corner of the chair and said indignantly: "Who did I recruit to provoke~"

Where Mo Yi'an couldn't see, the corners of Ye Eleven's mouth twitched slightly, a little funny.

knew that it would be like this, without the method of threats, they, the pavilion master of the Intelligence Pavilion, would never be reliable, and they would not sit there obediently and deal with his own affairs.

"Mo Shao calm down, deal with it well, I won't bother for now~"

"You give it to me, get out~" The roar behind it, one word can be called a subdued frustration.

At this moment, Mo Yi'an didn't want to see his face at all, and yelled directly at the door.

Then, he bent down helplessly, picked up the pen that had fallen on the ground before, and walked towards the previous position step by step~

Bitter and hateful glared at the back of Ye Eleven's turn, picked up the document on the table, and quickly sketched it.

If you look closely, you will find that the force used in Mo Yi'an's hand now is much more ruthless than before, as if what is facing in his hand is not a thing, but an enemy.

……

A certain hospital

"Ahem......"

"Ruthless son, what kind of poison am I in?" Emperor Wuxian frowned, his voice was weak and weak, and he looked at the young man in front of him and asked.

"Why do I feel so exhausted that I can't breathe?"

Gently removing his hand, Mu Xiqing sighed slightly, slightly embarrassed: "With all due respect, your pulse is very strange, and it doesn't seem to be caused by poisoning~"

She wouldn't tell him that she was taking the credit.

"Not poisoning...?" Hearing this, Emperor Wuxian was a little excited.

Since two days ago, the conspiracing design of Emperor Mo was not successful, and all the people he brought were killed under the night sword, and he was glad that he had escaped the catastrophe, but he inexplicably felt weak in his limbs and lost his internal strength.

"Hmm~" Mu Xiqing nodded.

sneered in my heart, I deserve you, I don't like me, I don't dare to calculate me, I don't want you to pay a price, but I'm sorry for myself.

Thinking of the cave, someone's pale and colorless face was all given by the defeated emperor without a trace.

Mu Xiqing felt that this poison was lighter, otherwise, the emperor Wuxian at this moment should not only be exhausted and exhausted, but should be exhausted and exhausted.

Before Emperor Wuxian could speak, Mu Xiqing first spoke up and continued: "The prince's disease, I can cure it, but..."

"Money, I have." Thinking that Mu Xiqing was talking about the issue of medical fees, Emperor Wuxian hurriedly spoke.

I saw Mu Xiqing shaking his head at him, and said: "I think the prince misunderstood, it's not a matter of money, but this disease is a little peculiar, although it will be cured in the next, but this process is it..."

"You say..."Emperor Wuxian thought, as long as he could restore his internal strength, everything would not be a problem.

"There may be some pain, I wonder if the prince can bear it?" Playing a dumb riddle and sneering.

Emperor Wuxian was stunned, but nodded hesitantly.

"That's good~" When the words fell, the corners of Mu Xiqing's mouth hooked, raising a trace of arc.

"Ah......" a heart-rending scream shouted out from Emperor Wuxi's mouth.

"Ruthless Son, I... Ah......h

"I, I can't stand it... Finish... You let go..."

The latter was silent and continued to do what he was doing.

"Ahh Let it go...", gasping for sobs, Emperor Wuxian begged for mercy.

"I beg you... Let go..."

He didn't expect that Mu Xiqing's method was like this, ten fingers connected to the heart, not to mention the bleeding of silver needles, but also the needles were pricked in the flesh, and the emperor who was in pain in an instant couldn't find the north.

A man, crying and begging for mercy, can't care about whether he is ashamed or not, at this moment, he just wants Mu Xiqing to let go and let him go.

Compared to this pain, he would rather not be able to use martial arts for the time being, and it is better than dying and living in pain at this moment.

Seeing that Emperor Wuxian was worse than dead, Mu Xiqing sneered in her heart, but her face was silent, pretending to be Emperor Wuxian for the sake of her, and comforted: "Prince, relax, manly husband, what is this pain, just endure it..."

When the words fell, there was a slight force in his hand, only to hear the emperor Wuxian wail: "Ah, I can't bear it, it hurts..."

Mu Xiqing sneered and wouldn't admit that she did it on purpose.

Who let the previous emperor Wuxian be cheap, in front of Emperor Mohan, he was ashamed to dislike his appearance is not enough, the so-called coming out always has to be returned, this is.

"Has the prince ever heard a word...?"

Suddenly, diverting the emperor's traceless gaze, Mu Xiqing asked.

"What...?" The latter looked confused in pain, how could he still think about it, listening to Mu Xiqing's question, he looked up with blurred tears in his eyes.

That look, not to mention how pitiful it is.

"It is only natural to repay debts." Articulate clearly.

"Uh, does anyone owe money to the ruthless son?" The corners of Emperor Wuxian's mouth twitched in pain, and he asked in a slurred manner.

"No~" Mu Xiqing shook his head in denial, and then looked at Emperor Wuxian as if he was a little clear, and said: "But someone owes me a debt~"