Traveling through the Tang Dynasty: Peerless Village Girl

44 Threat
Zheng Xitong's face was a little ugly.

According to usual experience, the beauties brought in were either crying and begging, or trembling with fright, like a docile little sheep, allowing him to slaughter.

But Mo Feiyi's reaction was too calm, the cold arrogance on his face, and the strong expression that he would rather die than surrender, somewhat shocked him.

He did everything possible to get people into the Cangjiao Pavilion by any means, just because he fell in love with Mo's mask formula.

The sales of beauty masks are so hot that people are jealous. If you get a formula, you will get an inexhaustible and inexhaustible mountain of gold. I really want to drive her into a hurry. Maybe it will be nothing. .

This matter is really difficult to handle!
From the expression on his face, it could be seen that he was hesitating in his heart, Mo Feiyi took a breath quietly, and continued to seduce with a soft voice.

"One of the formulas of the mask is enough for you and me to enjoy for a lifetime. Unless you promise to marry me with the highest standard wedding in Tang Dynasty, otherwise, don't think that I will accept this marriage!"

threaten?No, it sounds a bit like a coquettish tone.

There was no other way, in order to delay the time, I had no choice but to disgust myself, and said such nasty words against my will...

However, Zheng Xitong is not a fool, Mo Feiyi is not sure if he can be fooled, and he is extremely nervous.

In an effort to stay calm and not let him see the panic in her heart, she stretched.

It was as if this room was her boudoir, and the bed was the one she was used to sleeping on. The demeanor she had just woken up looked lazy and comfortable.

Zheng Xitong was hesitating.

He wasn't fooled by Mo Feiyi's almost coquettish words, but he was worried that after the overlord got his bow, this staunch little beauty would commit suicide by jumping into a well or hanging from a beam, and the beauty formula would be lost, which would be a big loss.

While thinking about all kinds of consequences, suddenly there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing into the room, so cold that he couldn't help shivering.

It's a hot day, where is the cold wind coming from?
He turned his head instinctively, and suddenly felt his body tremble.

Zheng Xitong lowered his head, his eyeballs protruding, like the eyes of a dead fish, staring in horror at the half of the sword protruding from his chest.

The blade disappeared in a flash, and a bloody arrow shot out.

"what……"

He only had time to let out a miserable cry, and the boundless pain was like a night, completely submerging him.

Zheng Xitong's body fell down, revealing a masked man in black.

In his hand, the seven-foot-long sword shone coldly, frightening.

The tip of the sword is dripping blood.

(End of this chapter)