It's so tangled.

For a while, Jiu Luo couldn't decide whether to hope that the woman in black would continue to stab with a sword, or put down the butcher's knife and turn back.

Jiuluo had time to entangle, but the woman in black had no room to turn around.

She didn't stab the sword again, but turned around in the air and retreated to the other side of the pool.

Mo Chen's smile overflowed at the corners of his mouth, and he picked up the spring water in the pool on his toes and hit the black woman's vest.

The spring water turned into a hidden weapon and hit the woman's acupuncture point, only to hear a pop and fall into the water.

Without a struggle, the woman sank.

Mochen flew and jumped to the place where the woman fell into the water, and fished her up directly from the wet.

The woman's eyes were closed and she seemed to faint.

Mo Chen was naked, hugging the woman who was soaked and in shape, and he didn't shy away from it.

Jiuluo didn't know where the anger came from, and he couldn't wait to immediately step forward and knock the ink dust away.

I saw Mo Chen carrying her to the rest place by the soup pool, and a team of guards rushed in, seeing the scene in front of them, they didn't know whether to advance or retreat.

What does His Highness mean by hugging the female assassin so intimately?

The guard in the lead led the guard led everyone to kneel on one knee under a glance of Mo Chensensen, and his legs were weak: "Your Highness, your subordinates have come to save the driver, please ask Your Highness to atone for your sins." ”

"Get out of here. Mo Chen reached out to the hanger behind him, and his ink-colored robe fell into his hand, covering the woman in black.

That couldn't be clearer.

If you dare to take another look, you will gouge out your eyes.

The guards hurriedly lowered their heads and did not dare to look again, and bowed their heads one by one.

Anyway, the female assassin had already broken into the Prince's Mansion six or seven times back and forth, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had also arrested her six or seven times, and each time she would heal her injuries and then let the woman go, this was a game between men and women, and it had nothing to do with their guards at all.

The guard comforted himself and withdrew,

Jiu Luo watched Mo Chen carefully carry the woman and walked towards the inner hall, his mood was quite delicate.

She wondered who the woman was.

Also, why did the guards call him Your Highness? Where is this place? It doesn't look like the heavenly realm.

Ink Dust's past life?

As her mind wanders, the picture changes to the bedroom.

High beds, brocade quilts, lonely men and widows.

Jiu Luo was inexplicably nervous when he saw the scene in front of him.

Shouldn't she be watching Mochen's demons? If you see something you shouldn't see, isn't it okay to poke your heart?

Ever since she came in, Mochen had been with this woman, so the demons in her heart were related to this woman.

Unexpectedly, Mochen's heart knot was related to women.

She thought he wasn't close to women.

Thinking of this, she had an indescribable sour feeling in her heart.

She wanted to see who the woman who worried Mochen was?

However, she kept covering her face.

Who the hell is she?

Jiuluo was curious, and he wanted to see what the face Mo Chen cared about looked like.

Mo Chen asked the maid to change the woman's clean clothes, and returned to the room, where the woman lay quietly on the bed, her face covered with the black scarf she had used to stab.

He sat on the edge of the bed, held the woman's hand, and looked at her quietly.

Jiuluo found it boring.

She came in in a hurry, but forgot to ask how to switch the picture that Dongguo didn't want to see?

She was annoyed, and suddenly, she saw Mo Chen's hand untie the black scarf, and the woman's creamy face was revealed.

Jiuluo's eyes widened and he watched without blinking.

What's going on?

The woman's eyebrows are like a distant daisy, the bridge of the nose is high, the lips are like cherry blossoms, the long eyelashes are curled and thick, and every part is delicate and beautiful.

Although his eyes were closed, Jiuluo also knew that face.

It was her own face.

Jiuluo was stunned, why didn't she remember that she had already recognized Mochen?