The emperor's first-class concubine

Chapter 354
The excitement of the night is finally over. Next, there is still a lot of work to be done, such as disposing of the corpses, repairing the cabin, and taking care of the wounded...

Ziyi carried one on her back, hugged the other, and was sent back to the room by Yi An. After all, children can't always blow the cold wind on the deck.

Mu Qianfan's body was also carried away, and Tong Yu will then connect his neck.

All of a sudden, all the irrelevant people on the deck left, leaving only Mu Qianxue, Mo Li, the mysterious man, and Mo Ying, whom no one wanted to care about.

With one hand on her waist, Mu Qianxue pressed her chest hard with the other, gasping for breath, trying very hard to keep calm.

The almond eyes that were full of tears swept up and down on the mysterious man's body.

She didn't speak, because she was afraid that the voice she made would be trembling, and she couldn't hold back the tears that she had spent a long time holding back.

Besides, Mo Li must have seen the identity of the mysterious man, so what does it matter if she says it or not?

"My lord, shouldn't I call you 'little dumb?'"

Sure enough, as soon as he came up, Mo Li said coldly, the word 'little dumb' was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

The mysterious man opened his arms and looked at the clothes on his body. They were the clothes of ordinary sailors. The sleeves and trouser legs were very weirdly rolled up, and his big feet were bare. There was really no image at all.

He suddenly smiled wretchedly, "Actually, it's not impossible for you to follow Feng Wu and call me uncle."

Heir of the Mo Dynasty!

Call him Uncle!
After passing this village, there is no such shop!
"Huh?" Mo Li stared at him, and immediately began to vent his air.

"What the hell?" Mu Qianxue couldn't help asking.

Her voice was loud, and the pent-up energy in her heart finally turned from sadness to irritability.

This phoenix dance doesn't just refer to her, does it?
The self-proclaimed uncle was still pointing at the pictures to make fun of his ears. After waiting for a long time, Mo Li didn't see any intention of responding to him, so he scratched the tip of his nose and said to Mu Qianxue: "You can see it, why are you doing this?" Surprised? Hurry up and kowtow, have you met your uncle?"

"Me?" Mu Qianxue pointed at the tip of her nose and asked angrily, "What did I see?"

How did this come out to recognize a relative again?
This time, her status has risen in a straight line, from Feng slave to uncle generation?
"Of course you can see the power of the witch spirit in me! You and I are both direct descendants of the Feng family, and the power of the witch spirit in our blood is very pure. Don't tell me you didn't see it, I won't believe it. No See? How did you know how to control water? Didn’t you learn it from me?” The self-proclaimed uncle put on airs.

Mu Qianxue opened her mouth, feeling that there was nothing to explain.

She pouted impatiently, "Your name?"

"Feng Qingyi!"

"Hey! Feng Qingyi! Didn't you have something to say just now? Why don't you say it quickly!" Mu Qianxue asked bluntly.

"Feng Wu! Why are you talking to me, your uncle?" Feng Qingyi raised his face, narrowed his eyes, and asked Mu Qianxue's nose.

"Need I remind you to look in the mirror first?"

Feng Qingyi was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand to touch his smooth chin, "Don't you know that the faces of the Feng family are all very young?"

Mu Qianxue gave him a cold sideways glance.

Look young?
Why didn't he say that the Feng family is always young?
"Hi! Forget it, forget it," Feng Qingyi waved his hand, "I'll let them turn around first, and then come back and tell you."

(End of this chapter)