"Humph!" Mi Cao snorted angrily, don't turn her head: "Don't let me go!" That kills me! ”

"Huh! Kill you, Misty Grass, how could I possibly let you die so easily? Mo Yu smiled and said: "It's a pity that that idiot is dead, I want to send you down to see her, but~"

"Before I send you down, I have to dress you up, otherwise, my sister will blame my sister, hehehe" Mo Yu smiled.

"What do you mean?!" Mi Cao frowned, what did she want to do?!

"Hehe, take her down for me, Miss Ben will interrogate and interrogate this assassin who suddenly broke in!"

"Yes!" Saying that, a group of people pressed the grass and walked out, but the grass struggled to no avail, so he had to give up and stare at Mo Yu with a pair of resentful eyes.

In the air, Nangong Mo saw that the grass was silently enjoyed, and her heart suddenly hung up.

It was night, in the confinement room, the grass was tied to an iron pillar, whipped and whipped, and in front of her, there was a sitting conductor - Mo Yue!

Mo Yu picked up a cup of hot tea, sneered, and threw it directly on the face of the grass without warning!

The whole little face of the boiling water was red, and I could vaguely hear the meat being poured with hot water, making a "zizi" sound. I can imagine the pain, some parts of it immediately blistered, and the misty grass didn't snort at all!

However, Micao's face is basically ruined.

And Mo Yu saw that the grass could still grit his teeth and insist so much after being splashed with boiling water by himself, so he didn't make a little begging for mercy, and snorted coldly: "It's really hard, but I only gave you the first step with your makeup, and the next step, I don't know if you can still hold on."

If Micao didn't understand what Mo Yu meant by the makeup she said to herself at this time, then she was really stupid! However, even if Mo Yu wants to ruin her face! She would never ask for mercy!

Mo Yu really wanted to ruin the face of the misty grass, from the moment he saw Mo Yu with the misty grass, Mo Yu wanted to destroy the misty grass, although it was not a stunning posture, but it was clean and pure, as beautiful and translucent as an elf!

The face of the grass is too beautiful, so beautiful that she wants to destroy it desperately!

"Heh~ Your face has been put on the base makeup, next, put blush on you, hehe~" As he spoke, Mo Yu burned the old iron that had been prepared a long time ago, and without a trace of hesitation, he went to the two cheeks of the misty grass!

The red-hot soldering iron touched the flesh and skin of the person, making a sizzling barbecue sound, and the silent pleasure laughed loudly, and was proud!

"Hahaha! Misty grass, how's it going, does the blush I gave you look good?! Mo Yu laughed maniacally, then brought a mirror, pointed it at Micao's face, and said, "Come on, come on, take a good look, look at my masterpiece!" ”

"Humph!" Micao snorted coldly, endure the pain, don't overdo it!

"Humph! You have to watch it if you don't want to! Mo Yu slapped the grass hard.

With a "snap", Micao's face was beaten to the side, originally after two fiery burns, the skin on Micao's face had already swelled a little, but now it was slapped by Mo Yu, and Micao's face was swollen in addition to the skin, and now it is even more swollen!

"Give me a good look!" Mo Yu's sharp nails dug into Micao's skin, and Micao hissed in pain, and then, Moyu pulled Micao's hair and forced her to look at the mirror!

"Look, you give me a good look, do I paint you good makeup? Well? Hehe! Mo Yu smiled.