Miss Qing Shi: Lord National Teacher, please don't tease

Chapter 121 Let the Storm Come Stronger

Is there a dark guard more unlucky than him in this world?

Not to mention being enslaved every day, and getting beaten up from time to time...

I went to complain to my master, but my master ignored me, wanting to take revenge a little, but instead took my own revenge...

Who is unlucky for him, who is suffering for his life?

With tears in his eyes, Li San looked around reluctantly, and said silently in his heart: Master, although you are partial, you still cooperate with Baili Moran to bully the cute and cute little Li San...

But—no matter what, your forever subordinate master, the kindness in this life, the subordinates can't repay, I only hope to be the master and servant in the next life, the subordinates will never leave, and the prime minister is loyal...

Thinking of this, Li San couldn't help feeling sad from his heart, and the two lines shed tears, and shouted: "Master, this subordinate is unfaithful, go ahead!"

Baili Moran, whose mind was still in chaos, was startled by the sudden roar, and suddenly woke up.

The jet-black pupils contracted, and the thin layer of human mist disappeared immediately. With a blink of an eye, the field of vision gradually became clear, and then——he was confronted with a bruised and ferocious pie face.

Damn it!There is a ghost! ! !
Resisting the urge to yell, Baili Moran threw the ugly thing out fiercely, his body jumped away, the cold light flickered, and the three silver needles were thrown over.

"thump……"

Li San who gnawed a mouthful of mud: "..."

Ah~ the air in the afternoon is so fresh, even the soil exudes such an intoxicating fragrance...

Ah~ he is still alive, it feels so refreshing to be alive...

Ah~~ My butt hurts so much! !

Li San suddenly jumped up from the ground, ran around, howling non-stop.

Stretching out his hand tremblingly, curling his mouth and turning his face, he pulled out three bloody silver needles.

His poor ass is leaking...

Just as he was clutching his butt to mourn, Baili Moran rushed over aggressively with a roar full of anger.

"Lisan! Are you courageous? How dare you pretend to be a ghost to scare my old lady!"

Baili Moran, who was seriously angry and afraid of ghosts, was so furious that he grabbed his ears and beat him up when he was caught.

Lisan, with a bruised nose and swollen face from being abused, has no temper: "..."

Sigh~ sometimes living, pain is also a kind of enjoyment...

In the midst of fisting and kicking, Li San suddenly raised his hands high and screamed to the sky: "Come on, let the storm come more violently, hahahahahaha..."

"..."

Baili Moran was stunned by his sudden outburst. After a long time, he quickly retreated two steps.

From her professional point of view, this guy's second-handed gene has completely exploded, and now he must be sent to the second hospital in the suburbs for isolation.

As soon as Wang Gonggong came in, he came across this weird scene.

The chrysanthemum-like smile on his face froze for a moment, and the lotus flower stopped under his feet, and the fat on his stomach shook up and down twice.

Oh, hello, this girl Mo is really tough. The little brother who was originally a good and personable little brother beat her into a night pot abruptly. It is also a royal chamber pot with a flat and round bottle. It is similar to the one he pours every day. The colors are all about the same...

Such a strong little brother was treated like this by her, and his mind is not clear. How should he live as a disabled, widowed old man with old arms and legs, and missing an important part...

If he had known that Miss Mo was so powerful and had such a powerful background, he would never have provoked her no matter what.

The more I think about it, the more I regret it, but there is no medicine for regret in the world, if you do it yourself, you can only suffer it yourself.

Wang Gonggong had a bitter face, lowered his head and straightened his clothes, and after confirming several times that he would not be caught with pigtails, he raised his orchid fingers, and the chrysanthemum-like smile hung back on his face.

The deliberately elongated voice was extraordinarily shrill and artificial, "Oh, Miss Mo, I haven't seen you for a few days, I really miss my father-in-law."

(End of this chapter)