Chapter 653: The head of the Mo Clan will always be their heaven!

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The ink dust owl walked out from the side of the column, and the lifelike dragon carving on the column made him more and more extravagant.

Thin lips. The petals were raised slightly, and the rippling peach blossom eyes swept the audience lightly, and finally fixed on the hot sky, which seemed to be breezy and clear, but in fact alienated and indifferent.

That majestic figure exuded a powerful aura, above everyone.

Seeing him, Yan Tian's face changed greatly, just like a mouse seeing a cat, and hurriedly pushed away the shadow guard who was protecting him, and stood up to greet him with a flattering smile.

"Mr. Mo, why are you here......

The royal family of Yanguo has a secret that no one knows.

This secret decree can only be known to the succeeding emperor.

The royal family can never embarrass the descendants of the Mo family.

The Mo family is here, and the Yan country is here.

The Mo family died, and the Yan country died.

No one knows the origin of this secret order.

There was once a successor emperor who wanted to make a move against the Mo family, but the result was that he sat on the throne for less than three days and died.

The previous emperor was indeed the Ninety-Five, and in this world, it was all up to him.

But the current emperor can only be regarded as one person and above ten thousand people at most.

The head of the Mo family will always be their day!

If he stomped his foot, the Yan Kingdom would fall into the abyss from which he would never recover.

As an emperor, no one likes the feeling of being ridden on their heads.

However, there are firsts, and they don't dare to treat the Mo family as an ancestor.

"If I don't come again, you won't be able to go to heaven? Why, you have forgotten all the words of your ancestors? ”

Lip. The flap was slightly raised, and the ink dust owl showed a sneer that was extremely mocking, and just walked to the dragon chair and sat down.

Yan Tian sighed psychologically, what's going on?

He has been very peaceful since he succeeded to the throne, and he has never provoked this big Buddha......

"The sky is ignorant, please ask Mr. Mo to mention it."

Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and Yan Tian bent down and asked very respectfully.

Mo Chenxiao didn't speak, picked up the portrait of Chi Wan on the table, and the ice in his eyes was even worse, "This is the woman who killed the researcher and conspired with Yan Sili?" ”

"Exactly...... This woman is especially hateful......"

Nodding busily, Yan Tian was ready to make a big deal of Chi Wan.

"Coincidentally, the heinous woman in your mouth happens to be my woman."

Slowly and logically rolled up the scroll, and the ink dust owl said word by word, and the charming swaying pupils reflected the face that suddenly became pale as paper in the hot sky.

Ink, ink dust owl women, women?!

As soon as his legs were weak, Yan Tian almost fell, and the shadow guard on the side hurriedly supported him.

"Wanted? Damn it? Scold...... I'm here to ask you what you're going to do with my woman. ”

With his arms stretched out and resting on the quilt of the dragon chair, the ink dust owl asked lazily.

The cocked Erlang legs hinted at his leisure, but the cold aura released from his body pressed the three people present almost out of breath.

How could that woman be the woman of the Ink Owl?!

Sky......

It's a big disaster!

"Misunderstanding...... Misunderstand...... It may be that Zhao'er made a mistake, Mr. Mo is angry, don't worry, I will definitely investigate this matter and give you an explanation......"

Even if Chi Wan is Tang monk meat, but with the big Buddha of Mochen Xiao, Yan Tian doesn't dare to do anything to her.

"What a misunderstanding, the woman I held in the palm of my hand became a wanted criminal for no reason, and the emperor wanted to be perfunctory with a misunderstanding?"

The smile on the face of the ink dust owl converged in an instant, and the thin lips. The flap is not smiling, and the ice is dementoring.