Just when Mo Yan felt like he was about to die, Zhao Qingzhu suddenly stopped, then stood up, grabbed the robe he didn't like very much, and walked out of the bedroom without saying a word.

Now it was Mo Yan's turn to be confused. What happened?

Zhao Qingzhu, who walked out of the bedroom, looked back at Mo Yan on the couch and said softly: "I can feel that you don't want to."

"I--"

"I don't need you to be willing, I want you, I can do it at any time!" Zhao Qingzhu suddenly smiled evilly, and then said: "I just want to torture you like this and make you take the initiative to beg me, hehe hehe -"

"you--"

Zhao Qingzhu swept away the evil he had just felt and instantly became gloomy, "What are you, you, I have brought you to this East Palace for a while, and you have been as cold as ice. You suddenly treated me like this today, even a fool would think it was abnormal.

If you are abnormal, you must be a monster. Tell me what kind of monster you are."

"I."

"No, you, you, me, me, Mo Yanniuer, I want to give you a warning. As a woman, you have to behave like a woman. Don't put all the conspiracies and tricks played by men into the East Palace."

"Who!"

As soon as Zhao Qingzhu finished speaking, a sharp shout from Da Chongjiu suddenly came from the distance, followed by a shocking collision. Before Zhao Qingzhu could recover, the old guy appeared out of nowhere and whizzed.

She sprang out from behind him and disappeared from his sight the next second.

"What's all this about?"

Zhao Qingzhu blinked, then looked back at Mo Yan.

"Damn it!"

Zhao Qingzhu, who was slow to react, suddenly turned around and went straight to the courtyard of Dachongjiu, wearing only a robe.

As soon as Zhao Qingzhu left, a dark shadow appeared quietly in front of the bedroom door.

Seeing the appearance of this figure, Mo Yan, who was lying on the couch, tightened his beautiful eyes. At the same time, he quickly turned over to the bed, bowed and respectfully called: "Master."

Appearing in front of the door was a sixty-year-old man covered in a jet-black robe and holding an ink-colored sword. After glancing around, he asked Mo Yan: "Have you discovered anything?

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Mo Yan shook his head and said: "I haven't seen any sign of the Shen Shen."

"Are the rumors false?" A trace of doubt flashed in the old man's eyes, and then he said to himself: "It's impossible. According to the information we got, it was Zhao Qingzhu who was carrying huge scissors who saved His Highness. Some people even saw Princess Qianqian.

When we were in Jincheng, we were carrying that huge pair of scissors. Could it be that someone got there first?"

"I heard Zhao Qingzhu mention that he put the scissors in this bedroom and found that they were missing when he brought me back from Yangchun Building. After that, I haven't seen any sign of the scissors."

As soon as Mo Yan finished speaking, the old man suddenly flashed out with lightning.

Bang!

An explosion sounded out of thin air, and a terrifying air wave rippled over the bedroom.

Seeing this, Mo Yan quickly ran out of the house.

As soon as she stepped out of the house, she saw the old man running away. Before she could recover, the old guy fell from the sky. The falling old guy just landed on the ground and immediately flashed into the house at an alarming speed, a pair of old eyes scanning left and right.

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After scanning around to make sure it was safe, the old guy immediately looked back at Mo Yan and said diligently: "Don't be afraid, girl, no one can hurt you as long as I am here."

Pooh--

Mo Yan vomited the old guy's face in her heart. He was really an old pervert. Together with Zhao Qingzhu, they were an invincible combination. She thought so in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it. She just smiled politely and said

He showed a frightened expression and said timidly: "Who dares to break into the East Palace without permission?"

"Haha, it's okay, they're just a bunch of clowns."

The old guy stopped staying and quickly left the bedroom. At the same time, Zhao Qingzhu and Da Chongjiu also rushed towards this side.

Seeing Zhao Qingzhu running over, the old guy shrugged slightly and said apologetically: "Let him run away."

"Did you see anyone?"

"No, but that's roughly the same thing."

"What's the meaning?"

"The one who is all in black and holds an ink-colored sword is the only one in the mainland."

"who?"

"Mo Family!"

Mohist family?

Zhao Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, then took a deep look at Mo Yan.

Zhao Qingzhu is no stranger to the Mo family, although he has never seen it. It was a powerful family that once stood at the pinnacle of Beidou Continent. However, that was all in the past. Today, the Mo family has long fallen from the peak to the bottom and has been unable to recover.

It's been thousands of years.

In Beidou Continent, there are not only the Tianshu and other seven kingdoms that have been fighting for many years, but also hundreds of ancient tribes who want to reach the top of the martial arts world.

The Mohist family is one of the hundreds of tribes.
Chapter completed!