The code name of this palace is 007: Wangye, if you have a kind, you will be singled out

Chapter 139 For the sake of a beautiful woman, why not be shameless [2]

Mo Xuan stepped on the moon and strode back to Fulin Palace where he lived, listening to Logitech's courageous questioning from behind him, and thinking about the discussion with Lan He just now, his chiseled face tightened even more.

As expected, Lan He was deeply concerned about his proposal to let Lan Yu take over the power of the Lan family in the main hall. Although he did not dare to offend him in his words, his dissatisfaction was obvious.

"He dare not!"

Taking two quick steps, Mo Xuanjian opened his thin lips, and uttered three words coldly.

The corner of the mouth curled up in a noncommittal voice.

No matter how much dissatisfaction Lan He had in his heart, he didn't dare to do anything against him at this time. Sometimes once the team stood still, there was no turning back.

Once he fell, the other princes who peeped at the crown prince's position would be the first to deal with Lan He who had done countless things for him overtly and secretly.

In this situation, even if Lan He is unwilling, he can only listen to his words, and deal with everything properly after he returns from Yuecheng, and he will never treat him badly!

Even though he knew that Lan He would not dare to betray him no matter what, Mo Xuan's sword-browed peak still frowned unconsciously. In his thoughts, he inexplicably thought of Lan Yu asking him why he was going to the Lan Mansion.

Just as Lan Yu said, he shouldn't go out of reason or reason. If Lan He uses the Lan family's rules to get rid of Lan Yu cleanly tonight, he won't have a headache at all!

And until now, he has not figured out why he went!
As soon as he stepped up the steps, Mo Xuanjian's eyes suddenly turned cold, he turned sideways, and grabbed the object flying towards him from the slope, feeling the familiar cold touch, Mo Xuanjian's breath stopped immediately, and he turned his face and looked at him coldly. In the dark corner of the corridor.

"Xiao Yu'er asked me to return this to Big Emperor Brother!"

Mo Yuxuan was lazily standing leaning against the porch pillar, and when Mo Xuanjian looked at him, a bright smile appeared in time.

With a flip of his wrist, he pointed accurately at the big red Yingluo Huizi with Mo Xuanjian exposed out of his palm, and there was a ruffian smile on the corner of his mouth, begging for beating that could not be said, and the murderous intent in Mo Xuanjian's heart was even stronger when he said it.

The familiar feeling in his palm, without looking down, he knew it was the obsidian he had been playing with for many years.

At that time, for some unknown reason and state of mind, when he could pick flowers and branches at will, he threw out the obsidian that symbolized his identity instead.

(End of this chapter)