Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 50 Pit Deep 20 Meters Cloud Rain Gu (1)
Everyone felt the shaking of the water pavilion, and Mo Jiu's movements and reactions were the fastest. She moved to Xiao Qian's side in an instant—for safety.Then, while everyone's attention was turned to the closing waterside gate, he quickly put a big Nai Cake into his bosom—for his belly.

"Everyone, I'm sorry to offend you." A feminine male voice came from outside the water pavilion.

"Qiao Zhanping?" Shangya watched the door close heavily, swayed, and shouted loudly, "What are you going to do?"

Qiao Zhanping laughed loudly, "For decades, the Mo family has been troubled by your two factions. It's time to re-establish a big son and become one. Today, the left and right deacons died here. I will eliminate the dispute and revive the Mo family. Prestige. Even if the patriarch shows his spirit, he will agree with me. As for the little prince and Xiao Shijun, it can only be blamed for your bad luck."

In the Mohist organization, under Juzi and the left and right deacons, there are also elders of Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui.

This Qiao Zhanping is the elder of Qianmen.He is Shang Ya's lover, he leans towards the right, among the Mohist disciples, he has great prestige, and he has helped Shang Ya a lot.Now that he suddenly betrayed him, Shang Ya couldn't help yelling, "Qiao Zhanping, the little prince and Xiao Shijun are here, how dare you do something foolish?"

"Haha!" Qiao Zhanping laughed, "Don't bother the right deacon, if the court blames it, Prime Minister Xie will deal with it--besides, today is always benevolent, since the left and right deacons who killed the young prince and Xiao Shijun have already done so, and How can innocent people be implicated?"

"Damn things!"

The incident happened suddenly, but in the blink of an eye.

As soon as Mo Jiu put the third cake into his bosom, all the lights in the water pavilion went out and the shaking intensified.

In the darkness, Shang Ya suddenly screamed, "Xiao Shijun, be careful..."

A gust of fragrant wind came, and Mo Jiu felt the ground suddenly subside. He quickly grabbed Xiao Qian's chair, but followed him and the chair sank together.It feels like falling into a long tunnel, with a fine cool wind blowing into the ears, the gloomy, organic "chacha" sound, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, sharp, piercing, and creepy.

Mo Jiu took a deep breath. In the darkness, an arm stretched out, carrying the familiar scent of mint, wrapping her in her arms. The high-quality clothing fit her face, and she felt much relieved.

Said accident, she is not surprised.It's strange that there is no mechanism in this Mo family's territory.

But who is Qiao Zhanping going to deal with?Why is the sinking place at Xiao Qian's place?
Before she could figure it out, a gust of wind passed by, and with a "bang", the object fell heavily.

She heard voices, but felt no pain.

The meat pad was very soft, and Xiao Liulang took her and smashed her on him.

"Xiao Shijun, are you okay?" The person who called out was not Mo Jiu, but Shang Ya who fell down.But before she could finish her sentence, she saw Mo Jiu on Xiao Qian's body, with a voluptuous hibiscus face, which immediately turned into a cucumber dish, "Why are you here?"

"Auntie seems very disappointed?" Mo Jiu glanced at her and lazily got up from Xiao Qian.

After thinking about it, she turned her head and patted him on the shoulder, "Your boy is filial."

Xiao Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, and just about to say something, she turned her head and looked around.

This secret room is independent and small in size, with several oil lamps burning, clearly illuminating every corner.Different from what she expected, the secret room is neat and clean, the bluestone on the floor is polished as smooth as a mirror, there are tables, chairs, cabinets, and furnishings. On the walls, there are reliefs that are comparable to erotic pictures. Men and women have lifelike appearances, with different movements and expressions. The clothes are bright and bright, and even the hair is clear, with a provocative provocation that makes the blood pumping.

(End of this chapter)