The black-bellied emperor: the only enchanting princess

Chapter 205 Asking you for an arm is not too much!

"Little baby, be more sensible, and you will suffer less flesh and blood."

A flash of hotness flashed in the eyes of the man in black, and he grabbed Mo Qingcheng fiercely with his big hand. Mo Qingcheng's raised palm paused, and the pistol in his hand was quietly put away because of the man in black's words, and then he turned his palm, and the white powder Appearing in his hand, Mo Qingcheng directly slapped the white powder on his shoulder.

Although the man in black felt that Mo Qingcheng's actions were very strange, he didn't care too much, and pinched Mo Qingcheng's shoulder.

Mo Qingcheng was picked up immediately, and flew directly to the driver's side.

Mo Qingcheng's shoulders were pinched by the man in black, and he didn't even frown. Although Mo Qingcheng is a military doctor, he has experienced the most severe test. Even if it is an electric shock, Mo Qingcheng will not be defeated, let alone just pinched. A slap on the shoulder, although the man in black is exerting some force on his arm, Mo Qingcheng's shoulder may be about to collapse.

The coachman's eyes flickered for a moment, and when he saw Mo Qingcheng's expressionless face, he immediately smiled coldly.

"Sure enough, he is the person whom the Twelve Princes like, and his endurance is better than ordinary people, hehe."

Of course, what the coachman said was not to praise Mo Qingcheng, but just thinking about how to use Mo Qingcheng to achieve his goal.

Mo Qingcheng raised his head slowly, his big black eyes were clear to the bottom, but at this moment he was smiling slightly, a silver needle appeared in his hand, and directly pierced the body of the man in black beside him.

The man in black felt the pain, let go of Mo Qingcheng, and immediately looked at Mo Qingcheng warily.

Mo Qingcheng put away the silver needle and chuckled.

"Sorry, I don't like people touching me, so if I want your arm, it's okay!"

The 13-year-old girl, smiling sweetly, stood behind the man in black like that, with a sunny smile on her face, and what she said was even more funny.

The coachman did indeed laugh.

"Ha ha!"

"I have long heard that the Seventh Miss of the Prime Minister's Mansion has been stupid since she was a child. It seems that the stupid disease is still not cured!"

When the man in black behind the coachman heard what the coachman said, he laughed uncomfortablely, obviously mocking Mo Qingcheng for his big talk.

Mo Qingcheng was not angry, but stared calmly at the coachman with a pair of dark eyes, the smile in his eyes gradually retracted, but the corners of his mouth were still curved.

Gradually, the coachman stopped laughing and looked at Mo Qingcheng with a frown. He had a feeling that the little girl in front of him was too strange, and if she kept it, it would definitely be a disaster.

The coachman squinted his eyes, and this feeling became more and more intense. Although Mo Qingcheng was someone Di Jiuyang liked, and it was normal to behave differently from children of the same age, she was too calm.

The driver's eyes flashed, and he spoke in a deep voice.

"Get rid of her, quick."

The coachman always felt that Mo Qingcheng exuded an aura that made him feel intimidated, and the coachman couldn't explain why, but the coachman knew that his feelings had never been wrong, so he gave the order urgently.

Before, the man in black who went to arrest Mo Qingcheng was puzzled when he heard what the coachman said, but he still walked up to Mo Qingcheng, raised his big knife, and was about to slash at Mo Qingcheng.

Mo Qingcheng didn't dodge or dodge, he just looked straight into the eyes of the man in black. The man in black's scalp felt numb from the look, and the movements in his hands were a little faster, but just as the big knife was raised, there was a "bang!" "It fell to the ground with a sound.

The coachman looked back, and saw the man in black desperately grabbing his arm, with a fierce look, as if he was grabbing not his own arm, but the enemy's arm.

The coachman felt that something was wrong, walked up to the man in black, tore off his sleeves, and saw that his originally dark arms were covered with black spots, and those spots spread rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

(End of this chapter)