The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

Ink Yan Mou light a dark.

She didn't like it here. Little Momo couldn't like this occasion, so he took her away.

She is unique.

No need to cater to anyone!

The vulgar, vulgar, snobbish and dirty people like Tang Guifei don't deserve a pill from her at all! Perhaps, in her heart, the flower slave in her seventies was much cleaner than Tang Guifei.

Mo Yan follows ziqianmo, bypasses the stupid concubine Tang, and goes to the direction outside the imperial garden.

Mo Yan's position perfectly protected her.

No one is allowed to get close to her.

An official lady, it seems that she wants to get close to ziqianmo. She is scared back by Mo Yan's cold and bloodthirsty eyes. Her face is pale and she shivers all over.

It's horrible!

That man is just like an evil god!

"Wait for me. I think the party is boring, too." As soon as Yu Zhujun raises his leg, he immediately catches up for fear of being left behind.

He just scolded Tang Guifei face to face for being blind and helping ziqianmo talk. Brother Yan should have forgiven him, hehe.

As it turns out, it's just his wish.

Mo Yan gave him a very cold look.

In the hot weather of early summer, Yu Zhujun was frozen into an ice sculpture

Mo Yan gave a sneer.

How dare you follow me?

Let so many dignitaries misunderstand his little Momo is Yu Wuji's favorite woman. He didn't divide the goods into eight pieces. He was already thinking about the past.

Once the news gets out, she will be labeled as Yu's daughter-in-law.

At the thought of this, he couldn't control his killing intention!

"Oh, Miss Ziqi is in such a hurry to leave before the main dinner. How about giving Wuxu face? I'll stay and have a meal before I leave. "

Soft voice, such as Jiangnan misty rain in general, light and graceful, "Miss Ziqi's skillful medical skill, can be called the first in Beilan country is not too much, no mood, good life admire it."

Mo Yan heard the sound, his body was stiff, and there was a string in his brain, which broke instantly.

It's cold all over.

Dark as ink in the eyes, diffuse open a bloody.

It's her!

That woman!

In Mo Yan's voice, the voice is as gentle as a bee's tail needle and as soft as a snake's core.

Those bloody memories sealed in his heart for many years suddenly burst out crazily.

Gnawing at him cruelly.

What do you want to do when you look at me with those eager eyes? You think I'm going to hold you like a mother? Don't dream!]

Remember, you're a drag on me. You don't deserve to be my son

Do you know what they call you? Ha ha, they all call you little bastard, the little bastard of the princess mansion. Do you like it? I made them call it that

I've found you a master who will teach you well

It's just a cat. If it dies, it will die. What's the big deal? Who can I show you? It seems that your master didn't teach you enough

[go to hell! Why are you alive? You should have died long ago! You are the ash mixed with water, I can smell the smell of you! You make me sick!]