Abduction of love and marriage: wrongly provoking the black emperor

Chapter 119 Am I Bad?

Mesilo, who had found most of the palace, was a little annoyed and worried.

He wasn't worried about what happened to her in the palace, he was only worried that she would run out of the palace to hide from him in anger.

He is the crown prince of a country. Even if he doesn't have to do anything, his identity alone will threaten the interests of many people.

Moxiluo was worried that Feng Sumo would be implicated because of him, and also worried that she would cause accidents because of her identity as Shenyintang.

Feng Sumo walked forward with his head depressed, glanced at the road leading to the gate of the palace, and was about to walk over, but collided with a guard who was oncoming.

"Princess Su Mo, are you alright?" Seeing the person he bumped into, the guard had a slightly startled expression on his face.

"I'm fine." Feng Sumo waved his hand at him, and was about to leave when the road in front of him was suddenly blocked by a tall figure.

Raising his head, his eyes met Moxiluo's deep black eyes.

"Get out of the way!" Feng Sumo glared at him angrily, pushed him away and wanted to continue walking.

"A woman looking for death!" Regardless of the presence of a guard beside him, Mo Xiluo carried Feng Sumo on his shoulder, and led her straight to their palace.

Feng Sumo felt that he had no image, and was more annoyed by his domineering behavior, and punched his shoulders one after another.

"Why do you care about me? The two of us are just trying...well..."

The word "marriage" was not blurted out, but the shouting mouth was suddenly covered.

Moxiluo's black eyes staring straight ahead were a little colder after those words, and the strength of the hands that restrained her waist increased unconsciously, and he felt an urge to crush her severely!
Not noticing the change in his expression, Feng Sumo bit his palm hard as if to vent her anger.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, Moxiluo let her bite, and didn't push her away, his cold eyes were complicated and incomprehensible.

The two entered the room in such a strange posture, and when Jier and Nuoqi saw Mesilo's unattractive face, no one dared to ask more questions, obediently treating everything they saw as if they hadn't seen it.

Once in the room, Feng Sumo looked in the direction of the bed in panic, thinking that he would throw her on the bed as rudely as usual, and his nerves tensed instantly.

However, Moxiluo didn't even look at the bed, and led her to the leather chair by the window, and pressed her to sit on the chair.

The action is still rude, but it will be a little gentler than throwing it on the bed...

Feng Sumo annoyed him so much that he wanted to shrink down the chair when his toes touched the ground. However, before the action took shape, he was stopped by Moxiluo's hand.

"Let go!" Gazing at him, Feng Sumo's tone was cold.

As if he didn't understand her words, Moxiluo just glanced at her, picked her up, and placed her on his lap.

Feng Sumo wanted to struggle, but the strength between Moxiluo's arms was very strong, leaving no room for resistance.

Annoyed and helpless, Feng Sumo simply lowered his head and ignored him.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere in the room was extremely quiet for a while.

Until, after a few minutes, Moxiluo's deep voice suddenly sounded, "Am I okay?"

The faint words did not smell much of gunpowder, and there was a hint of emotion that Feng Sumo could not understand. It was a bit like talking to himself, which made Feng Sumo startled. The impulse to spit at him was forced to bear it. down.

In fact, in her heart, he is really bad, very bad!

However, hearing his strange tone, Feng Sumo didn't say anything.

silence!

Neither of them spoke, and the cold war intensified virtually...

(End of this chapter)