Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

Mo Qingcheng raised his eyes, only to see a handsome man in white giving a deep salute to everyone: "My son, Xuanyuan Feng, is the young master of the Xuanyuan family."

Everyone: "..."

What about the face?

No one knows, no one knows, Xuanyuan Xiu is not the adopted son of the Xuanyuan family, if the patriarch hadn't found the son who had been missing for many years, no, the illegitimate son...

No, even if you can't find your illegitimate son, the young master of the Xuanyuan family doesn't have your share.

"Xuanyuanxiu, it's important to have self-knowledge. Who do you think you are?"

"Bah! Young master bullshit, did Patriarch Xuanyuan agree?"

"That's right, you want to be the young master of the Xuanyuan family, go back to your Xuanyuan family. Good dogs don't get in the way, get out, we have to go out, if you want to die, die far away!"

Xuanyuan Feng's face became more and more ugly, his sharp eyes swept around the crowd, and meeting Xuanyuan Lin's mocking eyes, subconsciously clenched his fists.

Damn it, all the glory and wealth should belong to me, Xuanyuanfeng...

"Everyone, regardless of whether this young master can be the young master of the Xuanyuan family, in order not to die for now, everyone should unite and find a way to get out of the small world of Youming first?"

"This is either the young master, or the daughter of a disciple of a major family. When will you use an adopted son to take the lead?"

"That's it! What is it?"

Xuanyuan Feng's face became more and more ugly, and he wanted to say something, only to hear a gentle voice from the crowd, who else could it be if it wasn't Mo Qingcheng?

"Hey, Mr. Xuanyuan, the dove occupies the magpie's nest, and you want to corrupt everyone's IQ. Did you lose your mind or was caught by the door?"

Mo Qingcheng stared at Xuanyuan Feng with a half-smile, full of provocation.

Don't bully her because she has little eyeliner, this Xuanyuan Feng is not a good thing, she has stabbed knives in the back a lot, that idiot Mo Qingwu has been cheated so many times...

Xuanyuan Feng was so angry that he almost exploded on the spot: "Who do you think it is? Miss Tubie from the Mo family?"

"What's the matter with the soil turtle? Anyway, this lady was born to Patriarch Mo..."

"puff!"

"Ha ha!"

"I'm so ridiculous! There are jokes every year, especially this year!"

"Miss Tubie is slightly better."

"Hei, look quickly, Miss Tubie has mixed up with the bastard son of Tubie..."

"Isn't it just a good match?"

The world fell silent.

Fog grass!

No matter how good-tempered Mo Qingcheng is, he doesn't want to bear it anymore. This instructor has a short temper, no ability, and occupies the latrine without shitting. Who is disgusting?

"Little Linzi, why don't you make a move?" Mo Qingcheng patted the man's arm, and handed it over with a stern look.

Ahem... I wanted to pat on the shoulder, but the dog man is too tall and has no self-knowledge, so I didn't know how to squat down and let her pat.

Xuanyuan Lin was slightly stunned, and in the next second, he had a tacit understanding and rushed forward just like Mo Qingcheng.

"Snapped!"

"boom!

"what--"

The world became quiet again, and Mo Qingcheng turned on the angry mode.

"It's okay for me to be ugly, and I still walk around. This is something wrong with some people. Enemies make more troubles, and the ancients never deceive me. I don't know if your mother called you home for dinner?..."

Everyone: "..."

How do you go on with this?

Mo Qingcheng pinched his eyes, flung them on several people, and began to break the formation with Xuanyuan Lin.

In the next second, Mo Qingchen walked over with Mo Qingfeng and his brothers: "Everyone, my sister and brother-in-law work together to break the formation, and if you want to go out together, each person will get 100 yuan of middle-grade spirit stones."

"Hiss...why don't you grab it?"

"That's right, what are you?"

"One hundred middle-grade spirit stones, but most of our belongings."

"Oh, it turns out that your life is worthless, and a hundred middle-grade spirit stones are not worth it..." Mo Qingchen was so angry that he made up for it with his life.

Everyone: "...%￥%#"

I really want to collectively output.

"It's okay if you don't hand it over, my wife will find a way to let him stay in the small world of Youming..."