The princess who mistakenly provoked the prince asked to divorce her husband

Chapter 10 Suo Xuelou, Su Xianyou (1)
Young Master Snow Walker crossed his arms and said coldly, "Yes!"

"You brought me here?" Mo Ziyuan's understated tone concealed a trace of tension.I muttered in my heart: step on the snow!Do you think you are treading snow without trace?The name is so elegant, the heart is so vicious.

Young Master Xue Treading pondered for a moment before he said indifferently: "Yes!"

Mo Ziyuan asked tentatively: "Are you the number one killer organization in the world?"

Snowwalker
He smiled lightly and said, "Yes!"

Mo Ziyuan didn't expect him to answer so simply, and secretly felt something was wrong in her heart. Could it be that after they killed the goldfish, they found themselves in a coma, so they brought themselves back?

Goldfish, goldfish, you really killed me!
Mo Ziyuan suppressed the frenzy in her heart, "Where is the... son who was hunted down by you!"

Young Master Xue Treading said indifferently: "Dead!" His voice was striking,
It seems that these words did not come from his mouth, and he still looks calm and clear, as if he didn't kill a person, but an ant.

Seeing that Mo Ziyuan's bright eyes had lost their luster, Mr. Treading Snow sighed with folded arms, tilted his head and said, "What? Don't tell me, you want to avenge him?"

Mo Ziyuan immediately shook her head like a rattle, and promised: "No! That person has a sworn hatred against me. Even if the landlord doesn't do anything, I will do harm to the people and chop him up!"

Goldfish, no wonder, the difference in strength between the opponent and me is too great, I don't want to hit a stone with an egg!But I will recite the mantra for you silently.

Mr. Snow Walker's falcon-like eyes slowly fell on her body, his right hand kept rubbing back and forth on the firm nose, and he said after a long while: "Really? Good, very good!"

Facing this vicious landlord, Mo Ziyuan could only swallow her anger and flatter her, not daring to offend her at all, for fear of following in the footsteps of that woman before her.

Brothel, as a must-go place for crossing, she will definitely go to see what's going on, but it's not now.

The expression on Young Master Xue's face was covered by a mask, but the sudden murderous aura around him made it easy for her, who doesn't know martial arts, to feel it.

Mo Ziyuan elaborated on the runaway resentment between his brows, didn't she mean to offend him?
After a moment of silence, Young Master Treading Snow had a sneer in his mouth, "Mianniang, please take care of Miss Mo, don't let me take a step out of the embroidered building!" Immediately, the embroidered robe flashed and fell into Liangfeng Yelu.

Hearing this, Mo Ziyuan couldn't help sweating through her obscene clothes. This is the rhythm of imprisoning herself. She seemed to have talked well just now. How could she change her face faster than that stinky goldfish!
After careful analysis, there should be nothing wrong with me just now, and I tried my best to clear up the relationship with the goldfish, which also showed my attitude.In the end is which part of the problem?

"Yes, the landlord!" Mi Niang took the order, and took away Mo Ziyuan, who was full of greetings.

Mo Ziyuan was weak and weak, and was seriously injured when she fell from the horse. She had been lingering on the bed for several days before getting better.

Time flies by, and it has been more than a month since I came to ancient times. I have been imprisoned in this embroidered building. I have been cured of my illness, and my body has recovered. The days of losing my freedom are really uncomfortable. I tried thousands of ways to escape. This cage has repeatedly failed.

However, the only good news is that since that day, she has never seen Mr. Snow Treader again.

This night, the night was as cool as water, and there was a melodious sound of the piano, the sound of the piano was sharp and high-pitched, but not abrupt, like countless galloping horses galloping, full of excitement.

Mo Ziyuan followed the sound and left, a lonely and cold figure was playing the piano under the vast moonlight, suffocating for breath, and was about to turn his head to leave, when the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

(End of this chapter)