Mo Junxie calmly came to Ye Zhikuang's side.

He turned sideways and blew a warm breath into her ear.

Feng Qingyun said calmly: "Hurry up and deal with your father."

"You..." It's really unbearable for my uncle, but intolerable for my aunt.

Ye Zhikuang clenched his small fist, turned around suddenly, and swung his fist hard on Mo Junxie's face.

Ye Haitian, who was holding the shoes, stopped immediately.

Seeing his daughter's punch hit Mo Junxie's nose, the fire in his heart was relieved.

Then, I realized that my image was completely damaged by Mo Junxie's words.

He immediately bent down and put on his shoes pretending to be calm.

He coughed slightly and said: "For the rest of you, if there are people who want to form a team on their own to go on missions, you can come forward. I will never stop you again..."

Ye Haitian spoke eloquently in front of more than a hundred people.

Ye Zhikuang's small fist that was close to Mo Junxie's face did not move away for a long time.

Instead, she moved her nose hard a few times before letting him go.

Just the moment she let go of her hand.

A soft and thick cushion slowly fell from Mo Junxie's nose.

The mat was floating in the air, and Ye Zhikuang raised his hand to hold the mat in confusion.

Use your other hand to turn the mat over.

Only then did I realize that the facial features were originally on the mat, but they were distorted and looked very painful.

The more she looked at it, the more familiar her facial features looked.

Like who?

Like who?

Looking down at her feet, Qibao, who was standing at her feet a moment ago, was no longer there.

She suddenly understood, carrying a mat, and glared at Mo Junxie angrily: "What did you do to Qibao?"

"No!" Mo Junxie's slender index finger pointed at the cushion in the palm of her hand.

At this time, the mat had stretched out its white and tender hands and feet.

It's just that Qibao hasn't regained his strength yet and has been maintaining his mat state.

"You beat me like this, no wonder you can't recognize me."

"You... are good enough!" Ye Zhikuang was so angry that he vomited blood.

In this world, Mo Junxie is probably the only one who would find a soft cushion that could stand in for her and use it as a punching bag when being beaten by his own woman.

Ye Zhikuang was really angry and found it funny.

Qibao returned to his original state, sitting innocently in the palm of her hand and crying.

While wiping away tears, he said: "Why am I so miserable, living with a pair of unscrupulous masters, oh oh oh oh..."

"Okay, don't cry. It's a big deal. You go and squash him back." Ye Zhikuang rubbed Qibao's head hard.

Qibao immediately got into her pocket and said, "Don't, I will be beaten to death by him. I only ask you one thing. Next time you have more eyes to hit someone."

Ye Zhikuang lowered his eyes and looked at Qibao with a helpless expression.

At this time, Ye Haitian had already distributed the people, and he chose to divide the 100 people into four groups.

Search east, west, south, and north, and when looking for the 'heart-digging monster', you must pay attention to hiding your figure, and never rush out in the forest.

The order had just been issued, and everyone felt that Ye Haitian's plan was very thoughtful.

Just when Ye Haitian was about to set off with a group of people.

Mo Junxie suddenly stood up again, waved his hand, and rolled up his sleeves in an elegant arc, giving off the aristocratic aura of a handsome young man.

He said in a light tone: "You still have two hours to rest. You can go home and take a nap before coming back."
Chapter completed!