Chapter 43: The Vinegar King of Bianjing
Losing his disguise, he became ugly and hateful.
Not only that, but the skin contaminated with fire began to slowly decay. It's like pouring sulfuric acid on it!
"It's!" Mo Qingyin was frightened and took a step back.
"It's drugged fire. It didn't take long to get it. The liver and intestines will be broken and slowly decay. Xiahou Xing said slowly: "Otherwise, the six princes will also try." ”
"It can't be." Concubine Yu is the adoptive mother of Xiao Twelve, and she usually treats them very well. Yu Xihan often enters the palace and has a sweet mouth, and when he sees him, he is always called by his cousin and cousin. When did she become like this?
Or has she not changed at all, is this who she really is?
"Didn't you see that?" After that, Xiahou Xing is leaving. Wet clothes are really uncomfortable sticking to your body. The soaked clothes framed her figure. Just standing there, like a fairy who wants to ascend. Not like a real person in this world.
Lazy figure, messy hair. Seductive lips, water-soaked glass-like eyes. The person in front of him seemed to coincide with that person, Mo Xuanye took off his outer robe, and his red undershirt outlined his thin waist. Walked over and put it on Xiahou Xing. I didn't care about the crying cold next to me.
Yu Xihan endured physical pain, but also suffered mental torture. The person she likes has only been the third prince from beginning to end!
And her third prince never looked at her from beginning to end!
"The water is cold, be careful."
"Thank you." Xiahou Xing unnaturally pulled his robe together, Mo Xuanye really didn't recognize it, right? If you recognize it, how do you question yourself? Xia Houxing remembered the fate of spies throughout the ages, and unconsciously shuddered. Forget it, don't blow up your identity. Killed cannot be exposed.
"Is it cold?" Mo Xuanye asked gently. He is delicate and handsome, and can be called unparalleled in the world. Help her get her clothes together.
Xiahou Xing thought of Mo Xuanye, who was fighting wits and courage with him, and looked at him suspiciously. This is the cunning and black-bellied Mo Xuanye? It's weird. "It's okay, I'm fine."
The words were incomplete, and Xiahou Xing scolded himself secretly. Remember to be in danger and change your expression in an instant.
Although it was only for a moment, Mo Xuanye still felt the change in her mood.
Suddenly, Xiahou Star rose into the sky. flew straight into a person's arms, "Huh? Wattleitis "Why is he here?
He was dressed in black, with a murderous aura. The water chestnut face was covered with frost. If Mo Xuanye is a cunning fox, then Mo Jingyan is like a lone tiger. Just the name is the opposite, Xiahou Xing thought to himself.
Mo Jingyan looked at Mo Xuanye coldly, and then looked at Xiahou Xing. Defiantly glanced at him, "This king's." ”
Mo Xuanye hooked his lips, bewitching like a goblin who hooked the soul. He doesn't fight over words, and he doesn't give up easily. If it's really small and talented, there are other identities. He would break her wings, destroy her talents, and erase her other identity. Imprison her by his side. Unless death separates them. It is useless to say more. Let's see.
Yu Xihan, who was screaming miserably on the side, was finally washed away by a stream of clear water, which was the water from the palace people. But her face was rotten. She slumped on the ground, looking at her own reflection on the moat. Despair in the heart! Xiahou Xing, I won't let you go!