The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

Damn it, this guy knows her sensitive spots clearly, and then came to tease her!hateful!hateful!

Suddenly, Long Canghao's deep eyes flashed a cold light, and Mo Zhuyue also felt it, and immediately, he took the opportunity to tear his big palm away from under his skirt.

Outside, there was a strong murderous aura.

Long Ying was driving the carriage, and there were about a dozen men in black standing in front of him, all of them seemed to have at least level nine grudges.

Long Ying smiled coldly, even with this level of strength, he dared to come here to enter the room, and it was almost as good as sending him to death.

Du Juan was sitting next to Long Ying, and she followed for the convenience of taking care of Mo Zhuyue. In fact, with Long Canghao, Du Juan was not needed at all, but it was also just in case, maybe when she would need it.

Du Juan and Long Ying looked at each other, and resolved these people without disturbing Mo Zhuyue and Long Canghao.

"Long Ying, Du Juan, you don't need to do anything." Long Canghao's indifferent voice came, and then he took Mo Zhuyue's waist and flew her to the top of the carriage. Today they are both dressed in white The white shirt of the two of them suddenly flew out of the carriage, and the Flying Immortal from Heaven was nothing more than that. The dusty temperament and the proud faces of the two became the only colorful picture in the world.

Long Canghao embraced Mo Zhuyue. At some point, he had an extra guqin in his hand. The whole body of this piano was made of bright red bloodshot strings. The body of the piano was made of a strange material. A peerless violin.

"Yue'er, isn't your Yaoqin ruined? This is the new Yaoqin I want to give you. I haven't had a chance to let you try the water. Now, these people are here. You can try it." !"

Mo Zhuyue smiled slightly, she liked this new Yaoqin very much when she saw it, and someone just tried it for her.

Mo Zhuyue raised her eyes to look at these people in front of her, her eyes were like silk, but her eyes were frozen with coldness: "Say, who sent you here, I will not kill you if I disturb you!"

However, empty echoes lingered, but no one answered.

Long Canghao explained: "They are dead men, they only follow orders, and you can't see retreat from their eyes, so there is no need to say anything."

Mo Zhuyue nodded. In that case, don't blame her for being ruthless. She flicked lightly with her slender hands, and the sound of the piano flowed out from between her fingers. Suddenly, a powerful overtone sound surrounded the dozen or so men in black, and the sound of the piano was melodious. But it sounded like a death talisman to their ears. Except for the dozen or so people in black, everyone else enjoyed listening to the sound of the piano, and only those ten or so people were tossing and rolling on the stew.

Mo Zhuyue's eyes were cold, and she was flying on the carriage in white clothes. She suddenly had a strange idea.

Immediately afterwards, her piano sound overwhelmed the other, and everyone could only see the sound of the piano flowing out from Mo Zhuyue's hands. Originally, the sound of the piano was invisible, but Mo Zhuyue mixed the power of the elements, so the sound of the piano became one. The raging fire turned into cold clear water, with purple and green streams flowing out from time to time, and no one knew why.

The sound of the piano was very pleasant to their ears, but all of the dozen or so men in black immediately began to bleed from seven holes, and the sound of wailing resounded through the sky. They rolled on the ground, covering their ears with their hands one by one, As if wanting to prevent the sound of nature from reaching their ears...Damn it, this guy knows her sensitive spots clearly, and then came to tease her!hateful!hateful!

Suddenly, Long Canghao's deep eyes flashed a cold light, and Mo Zhuyue also felt it, and immediately, he took the opportunity to tear his big palm away from under his skirt.

Outside, there was a strong murderous aura.

Long Ying was driving the carriage, and there were about a dozen men in black standing in front of him, all of them seemed to have at least level nine grudges.

Long Ying smiled coldly, even with this level of strength, he dared to come here to enter the room, and it was almost as good as sending him to death.

Du Juan was sitting next to Long Ying, and she followed for the convenience of taking care of Mo Zhuyue. In fact, with Long Canghao, Du Juan was not needed at all, but it was also just in case, maybe when she would need it.

Du Juan and Long Ying looked at each other, and resolved these people without disturbing Mo Zhuyue and Long Canghao.

"Long Ying, Du Juan, you don't need to do anything." Long Canghao's indifferent voice came, and then he took Mo Zhuyue's waist and flew her to the top of the carriage. Today they are both dressed in white The white shirt of the two of them suddenly flew out of the carriage, and the Flying Immortal from Heaven was nothing more than that. The dusty temperament and the proud faces of the two became the only colorful picture in the world.

Long Canghao embraced Mo Zhuyue. At some point, he had an extra guqin in his hand. The whole body of this piano was made of bright red bloodshot strings. The body of the piano was made of a strange material. A peerless violin.

"Yue'er, isn't your Yaoqin ruined? This is the new Yaoqin I want to give you. I haven't had a chance to let you try the water. Now, these people are here. You can try it." !"

Mo Zhuyue smiled slightly, she liked this new Yaoqin very much when she saw it, and someone just tried it for her.

Mo Zhuyue raised her eyes to look at these people in front of her, her eyes were like silk, but her eyes were frozen with coldness: "Say, who sent you here, I will not kill you if I disturb you!"

However, empty echoes lingered, but no one answered.

Long Canghao explained: "They are dead men, they only follow orders, and you can't see retreat from their eyes, so there is no need to say anything."

Mo Zhuyue nodded. In that case, don't blame her for being ruthless. She flicked lightly with her slender hands, and the sound of the piano flowed out from between her fingers. Suddenly, a powerful overtone sound surrounded the dozen or so men in black, and the sound of the piano was melodious. But it sounded like a death talisman to their ears. Except for the dozen or so people in black, everyone else enjoyed listening to the sound of the piano, and only those ten or so people were tossing and rolling on the stew.

Mo Zhuyue's eyes were cold, and she was flying on the carriage in white clothes. She suddenly had a strange idea.

Immediately afterwards, her piano sound overwhelmed the other, and everyone could only see the sound of the piano flowing out from Mo Zhuyue's hands. Originally, the sound of the piano was invisible, but Mo Zhuyue mixed the power of the elements, so the sound of the piano became one. The raging fire turned into cold clear water, with purple and green streams flowing out from time to time, and no one knew why.

The sound of the piano was very pleasant to their ears, but all of the dozen or so men in black immediately began to bleed from seven holes, and the sound of wailing resounded through the sky. They rolled on the ground, covering their ears with their hands one by one, As if to prevent the sound of nature from reaching their ears...