Madam Dihao is not good

in the palace.

The bright candle light made the room golden, and the fire light flickered, and Mo Liuyuan's cheeks flickered.

The carved door was hastily knocked open by the bodyguard.

They knelt on the ground and reported to Mo Liuyuan: "My lord, the princess just left the gate of the East Palace and called the black market troops..."

Mo Liuyuan smiled, his eyes were in a state of nothingness. [

The wine glass nearly shattered in his hand.

He closed his eyes, endured for a moment and said, "I see."

……

A car with countless bullet holes stopped slowly in front of Bai Yunshang.

Both the windshield and the car windows were broken, Sikong Zeye leaned against the window and said, "I'm so glad we met again."

Bai Yunshang saw blood on his body at a glance, and his hand was holding his right arm, blood was stained from his fingers, Bai Yunshang tightened his heart and said, "Are you okay?"

"Do you wish me anything?"

"you……"

"Get in the car and talk."

Bai Yunshang still hesitated, the car door had already been opened, Sikong Zeye urged: "This is not a place to stop and talk."

Mo Zhuojue had already got into the car before her, and Bai Yunshang felt the unfriendly eyes from all around the street, so she had no choice but to get into the car too.

Sikong Zeye swept away the shards of glass on the seat: "Didn't we agree not to tell her?"

Mo Zhuojue: "You agreed, but I didn't agree."

Sikong Zeye smiled: "It seems that you have a good impression of me, don't you want me to be in danger?"

Mojo snorted disdainfully and turned his head away.

Bai Yunshang tore off a piece of cloth and said, "Your arm is still bleeding, give me your arm."

Sikong Zeye stretched out his hand, and Mo Zhuojue, who was originally sitting between them, consciously climbed into the passenger seat of the car and sat next to the driver.