The shocking rules of the wedding night: Lord, I will wait for you to divorce your wife

Mo Yifeng opened his eyes slightly and stared at her.

Of course, he already knew, and she heard it...

Qu Tan'er continued to analyze: "Once the enemy and us confront each other, it is basically either the other party's death or his own death. Did the young man think of this when he sabotaged her plan? If the enemy is not dead, then she is more dangerous No, it put her in a crisis in the end. When she was in a desperate situation, would it make sense for him to rescue her? Who would dare deny that this crisis was not brought to her indirectly by the boy?"

"..." Mo Yifeng remained silent.

"So, the boy loves her, but the wrong way of love is also doomed to a tragedy."

"..."

Mo Yifeng had nothing to say.

Suddenly, she thought of a key point, "You just said, except for the Mo people? This woman...surnamed Qu?"

"That's right. It's called Qu Xiangtan. It's one letter away from you."

"..." She was dumbfounded.

Why are things in this world always so coincidental?

"Actually, what you said is not wrong. This seat has lived for so long, and I hate and admire her opponent, but she is the only one. And the Qu family can have today, can be as famous as the four major families, rely on , is her amazing talent." Mo Yifeng's tone changed, and he sighed in confusion, "In the past 20 years, the Xuanling Continent has been without her, and it's really lonely..."

"Same type as you?"

"Yeah." He didn't object.

"Such a person is dead. You are still alive and well."

"..." Mo Yifeng frowned, feeling that this sounded so awkward, "Do you really want me to die?"

"Too bad." She drank another glass of wine, but suddenly exclaimed.

"What's wrong?"

"Yes, you, miserable, huh, huh, but you really are a slow-heating type."

"..." The more I listened, the more incomprehensible I became.

"Without her, you are lonely. Does it mean that you have also taken a fancy to her?"

"Pfft!..." He sprayed, "Nonsense!"

"Okay, I'm really teasing you. Come, pour me some wine." Qu Tan'er brought the cup to Mo Yifeng, and seeing that he obediently poured himself a cup, he said, "Continue talking."

"What else do you want to know?"

"Woman...how did she die? Dead, where is the mysterious soul? If the boy can be reborn, she should be able to." Qu Tan'er drank the wine in the cup again, and the last question made her heart tremble. It's so tangled up to death, that trace of pain, like an addiction, keeps reappearing...

"When the young man dies, the woman rarely appears again. Three years later, there was news... that she died, and the mysterious soul disappeared." Mo Yifeng's eyes darkened, staring at her and slowly said: "At first I thought it was fake news, but I didn't expect that since then, she really hasn't appeared again... Yes, she really died."

Two people were drinking and chatting.

Unknowingly, the outside of the window has turned white.

Empty wine jars, but a lot more.

Mo Yifeng didn't use his profound energy to force out the alcohol, but he seemed to be seven or eight percent drunk.

But Qu Tan'er was different, her cheeks were bright red, but she used her spiritual energy from time to time to force out the alcohol to keep herself awake, her eyes would often fall on the bed.Suddenly, she laughed out loud, and said arrogantly: "It doesn't matter whether that woman lives or dies. He, from now on, belongs to me."

Yes, it's hers.

Didn't he say that?Apart from her, there will be no other woman.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yifeng, who was lying down drunk, seemed to mutter, "What are you being arrogant about? The one who killed him was you..."

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