The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 117 When is going to make trouble?
The footsteps were getting closer.

After a while, a tall and straight figure with a stern face appeared in the bar like a crowd of stars. Eight expressionless black-clothed bodyguards beside him protected him, separating the people around him by a certain distance.

He walked slowly, with slender legs. When he walked over, he seemed to be stepping on the dark sky full of stars, making the people behind him into the background.

The owner of the bar nodded and said something, but Mo Junting didn't look at him.

Some mirage celebrities who reacted slowly had just come down, and when they saw this, they stood aside and bowed: "Master Di."

When they do this, hugging their thighs is secondary, and the most important thing is that they dare not come out to greet them.

Knowing that the Bingshan Emperor was coming, they still hid in the box and played with themselves. If word got out, they would have to go home and eat themselves.

In less than half a minute, two rows of bowed people lined up at the bar. Mo Junting stood in the middle, his aura more than that of an emperor.

Yan Zhixin raised her eyes and looked at Mo Junting.

It shouldn't be long since he took a bath. He was wearing casual clothes at home, with a ray of fresh water vapor on his body. Through the proper lines, he could vaguely see the tension of his muscles.

The dim light of the bar reflected the hazy beauty, Yan Zhixin thought in a daze, isn't this the annoying ghost?Why is he here?Also, when did he become so good-looking?It is simply a beauty halo all over the body.

She waved her hand: "Hi, did you go for plastic surgery?"

Mo Junting stared at her steadfastly, with an undercurrent surging deep in the bottom of his eyes, carrying a palpitating sense of oppression, as if there was a ferocious beast hiding in his eyes, ready to rush out at any moment.

Mo Junting got closer and closer, just when Yan Zhixin thought he would not answer her, Mo Junting stopped in front of her: "When are you going to make trouble?"

In an instant, everyone at the scene looked at Yan Zhixin differently.

She dared to say that Bingshan Emperor had plastic surgery in front of everyone, and Bingshan Emperor was not only not angry, but could speak in such a helpless and pampering tone, what is her identity?
Also, is Young Master Bingshan here to support her?
The celebrities in Haishi who were following behind immediately regretted why they hadn't spoken out to help Yan Zhixin just now, otherwise they would be the guest of Young Master Bingshan now.

It would be Sansheng's fortune to let Emperor Bingshan take one less look at him!
The man who just hooked up with her and was thrown almost fell to his knees.

All his accomplices were trembling all over, and the person who drugged her was even more regretful.

If I had known that this young girl was so tough in the backstage, I wouldn't have dared to provoke them if I killed them!

Only Yan Zhixin raised her face innocently and blankly: "Am I making trouble?"

Mo Junting's face darkened, he pulled her off the chair, clasped her waist and pressed her into his arms, his cold eyes swept over the stunned crowd: "What happened just now?"

Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on the man's face.

The man's face was pale, his lips were trembling and he was trying to make excuses for himself, when Yan Zhixin poked her head out of Mo Junting's embrace, with a drunken delicacy on her face: "I know, I know."

Pointing at the man, Yan Zhixin's melodious voice resounded: "He touched me, and I threw him over his shoulder and threw him on his back. Am I amazing?"

Mo Junting held her fingertips, and his voice was clearer than the sound of broken jade: "Which hand touched it, it's useless."

(End of this chapter)