The Seventh Bride of President

Mo Lingwei cried out: "Jinlan, your brother entrusted you to us before he died. He wants you to live well."

"Who says I can't live well?" The heavy rain soon washed away the mud on Mo Lingwei's face. Mo Jinlan had to wipe some mud on her head and face to cover the gorgeous face.

The anger in her voice flourished and covered the slight choking in her voice: "if you have no strength to bind a chicken, just stay here. Don't drag me down.

What I hate most in my life is the burden

The sound of the horse's hooves came from behind, gradually approaching.

Mo Jinlan see Mo Lingwei life and death refused to let go, swung a palm, split in her neck, will Mo Lingwei stun in the past.

She hid people in the ravines under the rotten and smelly haystacks, covered her head with weeds, and covered it with black boards.

Tears can no longer help, mixed with the rain rolling down, "Mo Lingwei, I can do for you, live or not, depends on your nature, you think I'm atoning for myself.

After today, we'll be clean. I'll never owe you anything again.

Our daughter of Mohism has always had the backbone, but she has to die properly. "

She stood up, wiped the tears on her face, turned over and got on the horse, threw her black cape at the fork of the road, and ran to another path.

Heavy rain, buried a weak sound, a group of Oriental warriors on horseback ignored the people hiding in the roadside ravine, quickly chasing forward.

At the fork of the road, I saw the cape that had fallen on the ground and was stained with mud and water, and stopped.

Several people talked about it, looked at the horseshoe marks on the road, divided the people into two groups, and quickly chased the two paths again...

the sound of the shaking horseshoe rushed by, and Mo Lingwei, who was unconscious and hiding in the ditch, slowly woke up.

She wanted to stand up and moved her feet, but she found that her ankle hurt badly...

a woman's shrill cry came from a distance, and Mo Lingwei grabbed the grass in the ditch with her hands and climbed out of the haystack a little bit.

...

Mo Jinlan ran further, but there was no way.

At the end is a mountain, blocking the front, but the pursuit has reached behind.

Heaven wants to kill her, there is no way to escape.

Mo Jinlan turns her horse's head and looks at the foreigners who come up behind her.

"Miss Mo Er, as long as you are willing to tell us where Feng Shaojin's latest arsenal is, we can consider releasing you, and even meet all the conditions you put forward." The leader spoke poor Chinese and stopped in front of Mo Lingwei.

"All my conditions?" The long whip in her hand had been tied to the Scarecrow and the horse. She took out the knife hidden in her body. "My condition is that you foreigners who step into China will all die."

"Miss Mo Er, don't toast or drink. What good does Feng Shaojin give you to work so hard for him?

As far as I know, he is also a fickle man. All the bad things have to be done by you, and all the good things are borne by the woman he loves.

Even if you don't say that our people have caught Feng Shaojin's woman, she will still tell us such information. Don't underestimate the means of our Oriental warriors. We have many ways to make your life worse than death. " The leader with two black moustaches gave a scornful laugh.

Seeing that Mo Jinlan was still unmoved, he waved behind him, and the Oriental warriors on horseback swarmed to Mo Jinlan