The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

This is the second time she has offered to leave.

The difference is that the first time is angry, the second time is happy.

"Good."

Mo Yan nodded. He looked at her beautiful face deeply. His heart beat faster and lost its rhythm.

It never occurred to me that she should be so lovely.

Chu Wuxu and Tang Guifei were put together in such an awkward and miserable way, and they were extremely skillful. They did not leave any trace, and no one would suspect her.

The reason why Mo Yan knows it's her handwriting is that she once used the mental control hypnosis technique on zitongyue, the daughter of the purple family, and severely punished zitongyue.

Moreover, he also knew that Chu Wuxu suddenly vomited and vomited all over Tang Guifei. It was by no means accidental. It must be his little Momo who secretly poisoned him.

She has a grudge against evil.

Seemingly cold, in fact, the heart is like fire.

Extremely honest, what revenge, on the spot, never soft!

"That Chu has no idea. It's disgusting."

Ziqianmo language with disdain, did not hide their disgust.

When they left the Royal Garden, no one stopped them. The banquet is in a mess. I'm busy fighting for Tang Guifei and Chu Wuxu. How can I notice them?

Even if someone wants to curry favor with ziqianmo, they are scared by the eyes of Mo, refrigerator, evil god and Yan.

"Indeed." Mo Yan agreed.

He was really grateful to her.

Before he was five years old, he had been suffering from the cruel and inhumane abuse of Chu Wuxu, not only the physical beating, but also the spiritual destruction.

Physical pain is nothing.

What is really enough to destroy a person is the injury of spirit and soul!

But what little Momo did today made Chu Wuxu fall from the dark image of a shadow maker into the dust and mud, and become a mean, silver and hysterical image of an old woman.

Let Chu Wuxu lose his reputation.

Pull Chu Wuxu down from the altar.

For others, it may not be much, but for Mo Yan, it is no less than a redemption.

"She's sick." Mo Yan's voice is low and calm. It is no longer the pain of depression. It seems that he is just evaluating a person who has nothing to do with himself.

Only care, will hate.

It was only because he had fantasies about the word "mother" that he suffered a disastrous blow when he was young.

Now he, in the dark world, has put in a dawn called "little Momo".

The dawn destroyed the shadow.

It brings warmth and light.

From then on, his eyes will always follow her, and his heart will be filled with her. A kind of sweet mixed with bitterness, deep in the heart, like fireworks.

For the first time in 18 years, he was attracted.

But in a very short period of time, I fell deeply into it.

Indulge in it.

She's disgusting. You're cute.

She pushed me into the abyss, and you rescued me from the abyss.

Mo Yan's eyes, more and more gentle, more and more hot, he suddenly gave birth to a kind of, want to hold her tightly in the arms of the impulse, hold the only belong to their own warmth.

His right arm, which hung to his side, was very stiff, as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

The right arm moved.

A little bit.

But in the end, he put it down quietly and didn't hold her.

I'm afraid that I'm too passionate to be abrupt, make her at a loss and resist.