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Chapter 1047: Lorenzo's Birthday Party (5)

Mo Luo didn't look at him, his back was to him, his thin figure was stretched very long, wearing a long cloak and still looking thin, as if a gust of wind could blow it away, not to mention how uncomfortable it should be for her to be pregnant and bumped into it, they all said that pregnant women are the most fragile and can't be sad, Lorenzo A burst of guilt and heartache surged up intensively, and then there was irrepressible distress.

"Moro ......," Lorenzo muttered.

"Go ahead, I'll be there in a moment." Moro didn't look at him, and the whole person was buried in the shadows.

Lorenzo couldn't say anything more, there were more important things at the moment, Lorenzo didn't have any more explanations, and disappeared.

Moro didn't want to talk nonsense with Sylvia, she didn't need to say anything more to Sylvia, giving one more look was an insult to herself, and she was about to leave.

"Wait, Lord Morrow, you don't have anything to say?" Mo Luo's footsteps stopped, the silver mask he held in his fingers creaked against the corroded flesh, and the green tendons on his white hands throbbed and trembled slightly.

Mo Luo didn't turn around, his voice was cold, "I am not an old friend with you, nor am I a close friend, so naturally I have nothing to say, is the marquise has something to say to Mo Luo?" But I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave. ”

"Since I was bumped into by you, I might as well make my words clear." Sylvia stared at Mo Luo's back and paused, "It's true that you are the leader of the high-ranking Demon Party, but you are still too young, and age can still say a lot of things." ”

Mo Luo's face hadn't been so gloomy for a long time, her back to the light, her face was unclear against the shadows, the only thing she could see clearly was that the thin white hands had been clenched and blue, and she stopped.

"Yes, from the first time I appeared in Ales and even the entire Nord continent has questioned me, so what? I'm still the leader of the Demon Party, the Demon Party is still Ales's, and the people of the Demon Party have no objection to me about these things, why does the Marquise of the Secret Party have an opinion on me? Mo Luo's voice was faint, and she couldn't hear the emotion, but her hands were still shaking, and she hadn't been provoked by her rival.

Sylvia was not a smart person, stupid and impatient, and looked extremely ugly.

She seemed to be carried away by the victory, but her so-called victory was that she didn't even touch Lorenzo's lips.

Sylvia behind him laughed coquettishly, and her voice sounded a little sharp, "But being a wife and being loved by others has nothing to do with political parties." After a long time, he will always think that you are shallow and too inexperienced, not to mention that you are the leader of the Demon Party, haven't you thought about what he is with you for? He's going to get tired of it, do you think those vows work? I'm different from you, I'm not as naïve as you, and I'm used to seeing the warmth and coldness of the world, so I never believe in this. I've said all I have to say, and as for the rest, I think you'll soon find out, but it's too late. ”

Moro was angry at first, but the doubt seemed to be greater than the anger, Sylvia's words meant something, but Morlo's brain was indeed blank now, and he didn't know Sylvia.

Mo Luo laughed, "It's true that I'm too young to understand what Madame meant, so I'll ask the Marquise to make it clear?" What exactly is Lorenzo and I here for? ”

Sylvia sneered, "You don't need me to tell you, you know it in your heart." ”

Moro paused, maybe Lorenzo did something to make her feel that she should know something, this tacit understanding is still there, Moro didn't pick it out, "I really just thought you and Lorenzo had something, but it's nothing, I am a god to say that there is no one for so many years, but now you are so eager to admit such an ugly thing and pour dirty water on yourself, but it surprises me." Also, it's an honor to have something with the leader of the secret party, right? "Mo Luo is still sober, and he is usually hit by such a thing, no matter what, this person should avoid it, explain, such a blatant provocation makes Mo Luo feel that this person is either a psychopath or a complete fool.

However, Mo Luo said that he was not angry or false, he was scolded for some reason, and he also caught a "traitor" on the spot, saying that he didn't feel it at all, and he was almost a god. It's just that she didn't want Sylvia to feel the slightest bit of pleasure, so she didn't show any signs of being overly excited or overly angry.

"You!" Sylvia was speechless by Morrow.

Mo Luo suddenly turned around and pressed Sylvia's body step by step, Mo Luo was not much taller than Sylvia, even if she was pregnant, she was still thin and thin as if she was weak, but Mo Luo's aura pressed Sylvia as if she was a head shorter.

Mo Luo hooked the corners of his mouth, "Marquise Schultz, I don't mind your offense at all, but you remember clearly that this is Ales, you are still stepping on the land of Ales Palace, I, I am still the leader of the Demon Party, the master of the Ales Palace, I am the leader of the Demon Party in a minute, I can ask you out." Moro's always gentle voice had never been so cold as ever, her upbringing did not allow her to curse, but her eyes were as cold as ice.

"Ales? The leader of the Demon Party? Sylvia was probably crazy, she sniffed the smell of Moro's body deeply, the strong smell of the soul crossing poppy was really tempting, like some kind of heart booster injected into Sylvia's brain, Sylvia sneered, anyway, she was a dying person, and she could get angry after insulting twice.

Sylvia met Morlo's gaze, there was a suppressed undercurrent surging under those aqua blue eyes, she was not afraid, and continued to taunt, "Outsiders are rumored that Lord Moro is extremely smart, but in my opinion, being young is too young and naïve. Without Lorenzo, how could you be where you are today? You see, if you don't have Lorenzo, you're nothing, not even the Ales Demon Party or even your children aren't your own, noble blood? You're just a façade, and even your kids are just decorations. In the future, let me replace you. ”

Sylvia doesn't know where she got the confidence to say such a thing, just by the smell of Morlo? It doesn't seem to be, what magic does Lorenzo have that makes Sylvia so courageous, maybe Lorenzo himself doesn't know.

Moro was a little confused, Sylvia was rushing unstoppably towards the madness, and if she wanted to destroy her, she had to make her crazy first, but Moro didn't make her crazy, she lit a fire for herself.

To say that she can, to insult Ales, to insult her children, by no means, not to be forgiven.