The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

In the thick fog, a tall black man, with a flute in his right hand, played a strange tune across his lips. Ink engraved long shirt, dark red long sleeves, flying in the wind.

The king is like Yushu in front of the court.

It looks like the moon of nine days.

He watched the carriage fall off the cliff. Thin lips become cold and sharp.

Mo Yan seldom smiles.

This smile, extremely beautiful, extremely cold, such as bloodthirsty Shura, heaven and earth pale.

At the moment when the flute is put away, the melody stops abruptly. The surrounding huaimu ghost forest is like a picture scroll, twisted out of thin air, and gradually dissipates.

Look again.

Where there are locust trees, where there are dense fog and cliffs.

The treacherous dreamland created by the flute disappeared. The official road leading to the outer city was at the foot. The carriage carrying Ren Jing and Ren sinang rushed out of the official road and crashed into a hill. The car was completely deformed and the horse directly killed. As for the sister and brother in the car, even if they were not dead, they were injured and fainted.

"To blame, blame you for moving the wrong people."

Mo Yan's voice is low, like the cold star frost wind.

He didn't directly take Ren sinang and Ren Jing's life because it wasn't time.

In his revenge plan, there was a ring named Ren. After the Ministry of punishment, he should be king Ren. But Ren Shizi and Ren princess have the intention to kill ziqianmo, so he can only let them bleed in advance.

This is just the beginning.

What's more interesting is still to come.

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On the other side.

The prime minister's office.

After Ren sinang's successor was beaten, but he didn't dare to seek revenge and ran away on the spot, Wu Jiao, the eldest lady, was completely shocked. Her fear and fear of Mo Yan had risen to a new level.

The result is that Wu Jiao no longer dare to find the trouble of ziqianmo.

I dare not say what to search ziqianmo's residence, or find someone to identify whether the rabbit raised by ziqianmo is weird.

The purple fields are quiet.

In a good mood, I decided to have a big meal to celebrate.

As usual, bunnies cook.

After tossing for an hour, he made a very rich dinner, including almond lotus seed, Phoenix Tail iris, spicy shrimp, Jiulong Hanzhu, steamed sparrow shreds, and emerald green shoots

In addition, there is Shuyu pearl wine made by rabbit himself.

The wine is ready.

The dishes and chopsticks are also set up.

We're all here.

Purple Qian Mo's light eyes, frequently looking to the direction of the gate of Mo Chen Pavilion, are waiting for Mo Yan. It's what he said. There's something wrong with going out. Come back later.

"Master, don't you need rice?" The rabbit asked respectfully, "if the food is cold, it's not delicious."

Purple Qian Mo light way: "not urgent."

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"Well."

Everything the master said was right.

The host sat still and looked so good.

In a short time, footsteps and tall figures came from the gate of Mochen Pavilion, like gods, from the night.

Others may think that Moyan is dark.

But in the eyes of ziqianmo, no matter what time, Mo Yan's spirit of purple gold emperor, like the waterfall magma, will always be so dazzling. It's a moving lighthouse in the dark.

"You're back."

"Well." Mo Yan's cold and hard outline softened for a moment.

It was the second time he had heard her say that.

And he is obviously very useful, a heart, such as spring breeze, wash blood.

"Eat."

Ziqianmo motioned him to sit down.