Controlling the time-travelling girl: the lady is not easy to mess with

Chapter 39 Cup, is it disfigured?
"I'm also a guest, so it's normal to meet me." Meng Xijiang said with some irrelevant reasons.

It's no wonder she would believe it, there must be some ulterior secrets.

"Sorry, I have to leave beforehand." After speaking, Mo Wuci ran away.

Her current troubles are already serious, and she doesn't want some irrelevant things to make her troubles worse.

"Hey, don't go so fast..." Meng Xijiang followed behind, trying to keep up, but was stopped by Duan Yixuan.

"Brother Meng, your father seems to be looking for you." After confirming that Mo Wuci would not leave the palace, Duan Yixuan lied casually.

"Really?" Meng Xijiang turned around suspiciously, and found that his father was not looking for him, but was chatting with someone, obviously Duan Yixuan was lying to him.

When he turned his head, he saw Bu Duan Yixuan's figure.He looked around, but no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find it. In the end, he chose to give up and returned to the crowd.

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"Ah..." Mo Wuci, who had just escaped not long ago, was grabbed by the collar from behind, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.

She knew she was in danger, so she exhausted all her strength, like pulling a river.

"Ah..." The last sprint by Mo Wuci turned out to be...

"Crack, bang..." With a loud noise, Mo Wuci fell heavily to the ground.

It seems that I tasted blood in my mouth, oh, it doesn't seem, I really tasted it.

Her nose was bleeding non-stop. The heavy fall just now hurt her nose the most. Her nose must have been so flat.

Woo~~ Is there a mirror, she doesn't want a flat nose, and there is no plastic surgeon here, how can she restore her original appearance.If her nose was really flattened, wouldn't she be an ugly girl?

Mo Wuci just fell to the ground and didn't move for a long time. Her limbs were so numb that she couldn't stand up by herself.Her voice was choked.

Duan Yixuan was standing there, not helping, let alone talking, and he couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, was he really that angry?
She was so angry that she didn't have any sympathy at all. She was so pitiful that she was still thinking about getting angry.

(End of this chapter)