For the first time in so many days, I stayed alone in the study to handle business.
He should be happy, but Mo Xingcha felt that it was nothing more than that.
Could it be that taking back such a little power wouldn't make you happy?
Mo Xingsha glanced at the brush she had used lying nearby, and he flipped the brush over to the ground.
"Hmph, maybe I will only be happy if she dies and ceases to exist."
…
Nan Qing was actually not as tired as she appeared, and she walked slowly back to her residence.
Er Er: "Try not to eat so many poisonous things. The poison is hard to clean. If the poison enters the internal organs, it will require the snow lotus growing on the freezing snow-capped mountains to cure it."
"Is the snow lotus easy to make?"
"It's not easy to do at all, but people with strong martial arts skills and good Qing Gong can still get it, but they will suffer a lot. They have to endure the freezing temperature of more than ten degrees below zero and constantly use Qing Gong to fly on the cliff.
Above, you may encounter an avalanche if you are not careful."
Nan Qing smiled implicitly, stretched out his hand and stroked his long hair and said: "It's so difficult to do, and you have to suffer so much, then I can rest assured to hear your consent."
Er Er shuddered when he heard her voice, and then asked curiously with his small eyes: "You don't want to take revenge on the male co-star, do you?"
"No."
"You do! Remember you are here to save him, not to bully him." Er Er thought of the poisonous wine Nan Qing drank cup after cup, and couldn't help but add: "Don't kill the male partner.
.”
Er Er's words were really awkward, but Nan Qing still understood them.
Okay, you can take revenge, just don't kill the male supporting actor.
Nan Qing smiled: "Er Er, has anyone ever told you that you are quite cute?"
"Yes, my developer said that I look cute, but my personality is not cute at all. Do you know how many hosts I have killed?" Er Er raised his chin gracefully.
"..."
I can't go on with this.
Do systems these days like to use this kind of words to scare the host?
Do you want to know how many hosts I have killed?
This way you will have no host!
After Nan Qing went back, he fell into a deep sleep. He had to do a full show.
…
After Mo Xingsha finished handling his own affairs, he stood by the window and looked at the waterfall outside.
The place where he lives is not the main hall where the leader lives, even though he has been the leader for so many years, he has lived here.
It is backed by a canyon, and you can see the waterfall falling when you stand by the window. The air is filled with mist and is very cool.
Mo Xingcha used to like to stand here and look at the waterfall when something bothered him, but today he couldn't help but stand here again.
Di Lin stood far away and did not come over.
Every time the leader comes here he likes to be alone, and Di Lin always stands far away.
After a long time, Mo Xingsha turned around and left. Passing by Di Lin, he said, "What did she do when she went back?"
Mo Xingsha specially sent some people to monitor her, and most of the maids serving there were his spies.
Every day, everything she does will be reported to Mo Xingsha in detail.
Every time she came back from his place, she would hold the bottle of wine in her arms, and she didn't even notice that her thin body actually liked drinking.
If you like to drink, it is a daily drink, but if you hold a bottle of wine, you are definitely an alcoholic.
Di Lin said: "The saint rested after she returned and slept until sunset."
"rest?"
Mo Xingsha's eyes moved slightly. It was only noon when she went back, and she slept until sunset, which was a long sleep.
It seems that the poison is really working.
Mo Xingsha nodded lightly: "Well, continue to look at her."
"yes."
Every morning, Mo Xingsha would deal with the news sent by the helmsman in the study.
In recent years, under his leadership, the Holy Cult has gradually expanded to the Central Plains, and has its own branches in many places.
As they invaded the Central Plains, many well-known and decent people began to come down to deal with them.
These are troubled times, and helmsmen from all over the country are sending all kinds of news.
Mo Xingcha didn't intend to resist those decent people head-on, so he always wrote his own strategies in his replies.
Deal with these things every morning, because you will feel better in the morning.
Mo Xingsha was sitting in his study and had already processed the third post, but the woman hadn't come yet.
"Dilin, why hasn't she come yet?"
Di Lin was stunned for a moment, and then realized who the leader was talking about.
Di Lin has been standing at the door. How does he know why the saint didn't come?
Di Lin lowered his head and said, "Subordinate, go and check."
Mo Xingsha immediately stopped him: "No, it's a good thing not to come, so as not to disturb me. This position is more comfortable for me to sit alone."
It would be best if she didn't come, and it would be best not to come in the future.
Di Lin lowered his head and silently stood back to his position without speaking.
Mo Xingsha polished it himself and wrote quickly with the pen in hand. In fact, he was illiterate before. He grew up in a slave farm when he was a child. How could he have time to learn to write?
But to be a person in power, you must be able to write, not just to be brave and resourceful.
When Mo Xingsha dipped his hands in pen and ink, he habitually kept his hands close to himself without opening them wide at all.
Halfway through lifting the brush, he suddenly realized that there was no one around him, so why should he be shrinking?
Mo Xingsha looked irritated at the empty seats next to him.
It's all that woman's fault!
Mo Xingsha moved directly to the center of the seat, and then deliberately raised his hands to make a wider movement.
Although Di Lin stood at the door and did not look inside the room, he could still see any big movements inside the room from the corner of his eye.
What's wrong with the leader today? He's always moving around. Could it be that he's itchy?
Di Lin quickly blocked his thoughts and pretended to be invisible.
It was almost noon, and Mo Xingsha hadn't dealt with something so late for a long time.
Normally, because she would come over, Mo Xingsha only had to deal with half of the things.
Mo Xingsha glanced at the booklets, put them on the table without dealing with them, got up and left.
"Di Lin, go to the main hall."
The main hall, where the saint lives.
Di Lin followed him and was confused. Didn't the leader dislike the saint? Shouldn't he be happy that the saint didn't come? Why did he suddenly want to go to the main hall?
Mo Xingsha brought a subordinate here, so the people in the main hall didn't know when he arrived quietly.
Mo Xingsha walked into the courtyard and heard the sound of someone practicing.
And the strong aura of inner energy made Mo Xingsha's eyes darken for a moment.
Mo Xingsha flew directly to the wall, and he immediately saw the woman practicing in the courtyard.
The woman was dressed in a dazzling red dress, and her long dark hair was tied directly with a red hairband. When she danced, her hair was flying but not messy at all.
Her martial arts skills are particularly weird, especially when paired with her blood-red eyes, which make her look like a seducing ghost from hell.
Her weird martial arts and strong inner strength made Mo Xingcha more and more excited as he looked at her. The man's eyes were full of desire.
Nan Qing practiced for a while before finishing. Then he raised his head and said calmly: "I don't know that you like to be a gentleman."
Look at the leader digging a hole for himself, hehe, chasing his wife in the crematorium! Good night~ I love you all the time~