The black-bellied emperor: the only enchanting princess

Chapter 72

A sword fell on Mo Qingcheng's neck with a piercing chill.

Mo Qingcheng looked directly at the person who came, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and calmly pushed the sword away.

"Young Master, it's unreasonable to do this, I am the master here!"

Hearing this, Leng Wuqing lowered the sword but obviously relaxed.

"so what."

Mo Qingcheng was not in a hurry, poured himself a glass of water, and began to drink slowly.

Leng Wuqing seemed a little anxious, and the cold sword approached Le Mo Qingcheng again.

"Before I get angry, hurry up, and I can spare your lives."

"Let it go, I'm afraid you are afraid that I will die here, you don't even have a place to stay!"

Leng Wuqing was stunned for a moment, and then a bone-chilling chill emanated from his body, with killing intent.

"You want to report me."

"What's the benefit of reporting you?"

Mo Qingcheng replied slowly, not at all like a person whose life was threatened.

However, Mo Qingcheng knew that if she had to pause for a moment for the answer just now, then she might become the soul of this man's sword.

"Golden ten thousand taels."

Leng Wuqing spit out a few words coldly, wearing a black scarf, which couldn't cover up the biting chill.

"Do you think I look like someone short of money?"

Leng Wuqing looked Mo Qingcheng up and down, snorted coldly, obviously believed what Mo Qingcheng said, and let out a low drink.

"Don't play tricks, or don't blame me."

After finishing speaking, he put away the sword neatly, but fell to the ground in an instant, Leng Wuqing hugged his body tightly, his lips trembling with cold.

Mo Qingcheng hurried forward, frowning, and quickly sealed Leng Wuqing's acupuncture points with silver needles.

"The two heavens of ice and fire."

Hearing the words coldly and ruthlessly, he raised his head weakly, obviously he did not expect that the little girl in front of him, who was [-] or [-] years old, actually knew the two heavens of ice and fire, and could actually suppress the poison.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Mo Qingcheng!"

"Cold and heartless."

Mo Qingcheng looked at Leng Wuqing in surprise, never expecting such a cruel person to say his name so easily.

"You are not afraid that I will kill you. You were going to kill me just now."

"If you want to kill me, you won't save me."

Mo Qingcheng nodded, helped Leng Wuqing onto the bed, and then spoke helplessly.

"I can only temporarily suppress this poison."

Leng Wuqing was expressionless, the black cloth on his face was still there, but Leng Wuqing took it off.

"It's good to be able to suppress."

After finishing speaking, he looked out of the window with lonely eyes.

Mo Qingcheng knew through feeling the pulse that this poison might be related to Leng Wuqing's many thoughts. Every day on the first and fifteenth day of the new year, he would feel weak all over his body and experience the torment of ice and fire. The pain of cramps and broken bones would have been suffered by ordinary people long ago. He couldn't commit suicide, but this man could endure so many times, Mo Qingcheng couldn't help but admire him.

"Since this is your place, I will leave in a while."

Leng Wuqing pursed his lips and spoke in a low voice.

Although he had no choice but to settle down here, no one thought he would live in this small place, but Mo Qingcheng didn't take the opportunity to hurt him just now, and he was willing to leave.

Mo Qingcheng knew that Leng Wuqing had misunderstood him, so he shook his head and spoke lightly.

I live here, and you can live here too. I am about to find a bodyguard by my side. Would you like to stay by my side?
Hearing the words Leng Wuqing, his expression turned cold, his eyes were as cold as ice for a thousand years, and he looked at Mo Qingcheng mockingly.

"It turns out that this is your real purpose."

(End of this chapter)