Mo Qiong frowned and remained silent, not answering Mo Xie's words.
Mo Xie walked and stood in front of Mo Qiong with a smile. He stretched out his skeletal hand and gently stroked Mo Qiong's smooth hair, "What a perfect hair."
Suddenly, the gentleness in his eyes was gone, and cruelty surged.
He looked at Mo Qiong with bloodthirsty, and the expanding spiritual energy surged under his generous palm, and Wang Han's sea of spiritual energy frantically strangled Mo Qiong's hair.
In an instant, Mo Qiong's beautiful black hair was swallowed up by the spiritual energy.
Spiritual energy is like sharp scissors, constantly cutting.
Scattered hair fell from Mo Qiong's face. She stretched out her hands, eyes widened in horror, watching the broken black hair slipping from her fingers.
"Mo Xie, are you crazy? Do you not take me, Mo Qiong, seriously? Or do you want to provoke the Qin family?" Mo Qiong's eyes turned red with anger, she glared at Mo Xie, and shouted hysterically.
Black hair is another heart of a woman.
Mo Qiong was embarrassed in her outer robe, with a bald head, and roared with heartache.
Mo Xie tilted his head, smiled slightly, and asked persistently like a paranoid, "Did you mess up her hair?" He repeated the words just now, his amber eyes as intoxicating as strong wine.
My heart is intoxicated by the spring breeze.
Mo Qiong was discouraged, and her hands hung down helplessly.
Everyone around was shocked.
The reason why he shaved Mo Qiong's hair was just because Mo Qiong messed up Ye Qingge's hair!
Mo Qiong gritted his teeth and resented.
Mo Xie patted Mo Qiong's face gently and rhythmically. He was close at hand, and when he spoke, his hot breath sprayed on Mo Qiong's ears. "Next time you dare to be so bold, it won't be as simple as your hair. Maybe it will be you."
's head."
The sound sounded like it was coming from the underworld, and Mo Qiong had goosebumps all over her body when she heard it.
Mo Xie turned around and looked at Qingge, smiling brightly like a child.
He casually took off the wine gourd from his waist, opened the sealed lid, and drank the cow drink. Under the white moonlight, the man's features were picturesque, bloodthirsty and murderous.
Qingge looked at Mo Xie complicatedly. He should be a suave and unruly young man. He should hang around in the romantic world without causing any trouble. He should eat meat and drink wine and get drunk in the lap of beauties.
But now, he kills one person every ten steps, leaves no trace for thousands of miles, is violent and vicious.
"Master Mo!"
The phoenix screamed, and the fire phoenix flew down. Lan Shengyan, who was standing on top of the phoenix, hugged Mo Xie and said solemnly: "My father has always thought that Mr. Mo is a once-in-a-century prodigy. I heard that your chess skills are superb. If you have time,
You can come to the Weapon Refining Guild to sit down and compete with Father."
Mo Xie said calmly: "This is Mo's honor."
His amber-like eyes looked around carelessly, and at a glance he saw Mei Qingchen and the soft and melancholy Lan Wu next to the white crane.
As if he had met the enemy who killed his father, Mo Xie turned around and walked away quickly, his eyes red and filled with cracked bloodshot eyes.
Standing in front of Mei Qingchen, Mo Xie smiled wildly, glanced at Lan Wu on the white crane, and said with a sarcastic smile: "Master Mei, thank you for meeting me. I said that Master Mei left just as he said. It turned out to be a family member."
Warm fragrant soft jade.”
"That's enough." Mei Qingchen's voice rose a little higher.
"Enough?"
Mo Xie raised his eyebrows, he approached Mei Qingchen, and said evilly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Mei Qingchen, from now on, you walk your Yangguan Road and sing her own
Dumuqiao, if you dare to hurt her even a little bit more, I, Mo Xie, will want you and your woman to die miserably even if I die. Although my strength is not as good as yours now, the master of Fusheng Realm should know my methods.
right."
Mei Qingchen frowned, Mo Xie uprooted an aristocratic family when he first entered Luohua City. The city lord Yong Yesheng trusted him extremely and gave him supreme power. He acted decisively and killed when necessary, never showing mercy.
Therefore, Mo Xie is known as the King of Hell in Luohua City.
Mei Qingchen raised his eyes, glanced at Qing Ge standing in the snow, and then looked at Lan Wu who felt pity for me. Mei Qingchen's heart suddenly felt cramped. Even now, he can't see clearly.
In my heart, there seems to be a thick layer of fog in front of my eyes.
His sweetheart is this girl named Ye Qingge?
No, it's not. If that was the case, how could he be willing to leave her and come to Ice Valley in the first place?
Lan Wu in the white crane's wings saw Mei Qingchen's struggle and hesitation clearly. The wings were very warm, but her heart gradually became cold.
When Mo Xie saw that Mei Qingchen was silent, he clenched his hands and punched Mei Qingchen in the eye with all his might.
Mo Xie used so much force with this punch that if Mei Qingchen hadn't been so strong, his eyeballs would have exploded.
Mei Qingchen took a few steps back, and her back touched Bai He's body.
Mei Qingchen seemed to have no soul, a puppet like a walking corpse.
"Didn't Lord Mei hear what Mo said?"
Mo Xie was like the King of Hell coming from the Nine Netherworld. He walked up to Mei Qingchen and cast a layer of moonlight shadow on Mei Qingchen's body.
He kicked Mei Qingchen in the chest. Mei Qingchen's body convulsed and trembled, scarlet blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth and slowly flowed down.
He was indifferent and didn't know what he was thinking.
"Did you hear that?" Mo Xie was cruel and kicked him in the chest again.
Mei Qingchen's sharpened chin was covered with sticky blood. The pale moonlight fell on him, his face was pale, and he was on the verge of death.
Mo Xie's heart was full of anger. Whenever he thought of how sad Ye Qingge was on the wedding day, he wanted to kill Mei Qingchen.
He kicked one foot after another, each foot with full strength, a simple and rough kick without any moves, full of spiritual energy, and he wanted to kick the person to death.
One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer.
Mei Qingchen lowered his head, pursed his lips tightly, and blood still flowed out of his mouth uncontrollably.
No words can describe his guilt.
He is a beast and he deserves to be kicked.
Lan Wu was worried and anxious, and hurriedly stepped down from the white crane, but accidentally fell to the ground, his head fell down, and his forehead hit a sharp stone hidden in the snow.
Blood suddenly flowed from her plump forehead. She frowned, her body became increasingly uncomfortable, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up.
She crawled forward with all her strength, hugged Mei Qingchen with all her strength, and let Mo Xie kick her.
Mo Xie was once a gentleman, but now he calls himself a villain.
Even though he knew there was a woman in Mei Qingchen's body, he showed no mercy and still kicked Lan Wu on the back.
With this kick, Lan Wu's eyes widened, her limbs tensed, and her internal organs trembled. She suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood and sprayed it on Mei Qingchen's face.
Lan Wu wrinkled his features in pain, but forced a smile and gently pulled the corner of his clothes to wipe the blood on Mei Qingchen's face.
Mo Xie wanted to kick him, but Qing Ge quickly came over and blocked Mo Xie.
Mo Xie turned to look at Qing Ge, smiling brightly, like a pure child holding a blood-stained machete.
Qingge looked at Mo Xie who was almost paranoid with distress. She exhaled deeply and said softly: "I have the heart-broken wine brewed by Mr. Mo family. Do you want to have a taste?"