Si Qin, who was behind Mo Ning'er, clutched the hem of her clothes tightly. She looked at Xi Zhu and Liang Yin with a hint of envy unconsciously. She always treated the second young lady sincerely and never expected the second young lady to do so.
Treat her better, but when you see the eldest lady treating the people around you like this, why does your heart feel more and more bitter?
However, Mo Ning'er was not aware of Si Qin's gaze at all. She just looked at Mo Qingluo passionately. The disguise that she once thought was perfect was removed. It would be a lie to say that she didn't hate her, but now
She had no choice but to apologize to this waste.
It's just that Mo Ning'er has never been easy to take advantage of. Mo Qingluo, you better not push yourself to death!
Mo Ning'er's resentful eyes were extremely obscure, but Mo Qingluo could still see them clearly. Living in such a loveless family in her previous life, she had long developed such a keen insight. Now it seems that she can't
That's a bad thing.
She shook her head slightly, and her words were soft and soft, but in Noila Mo's ears, they sounded more like a hateful evil ghost, "I have never complained about my sister, but I am not the Holy Mother, so I can't help you after you have done so many things.
I still regard you as that innocent and lovely sister, so sister, from now on we should go our separate ways."
This is what she really wants to say. In her previous life, Bloody Mandala was the king of the dark world. Now that the strong ones are respected in Tianyun Continent, she will use her own strength to stand on the top of the world again instead of just following her here.
Mo Ning'er is fighting in a small way, strength is everything, everything else is vain.
What's more, she now has another Mo family that needs to be protected, which she cannot do with her current strength alone.
Shen Qi'an seemed to know what Mo Qingluo was thinking and laughed softly. The most painful thing in the world is that you try every possible means to scheme against someone, but that person doesn't take you into his eyes at all, and even doesn't even look at you.
Disdainful.
Noila Mo gritted her teeth, her fingers holding the handkerchief could not help but turn white, everyone went their separate ways...
Mo Qingluo, a sister of the same race, actually told her that they should go their own way. It was obvious how disgusted she was with her. Looking at the disdainful eyes of the onlookers, Mo Ning'er felt that she was going crazy. She suddenly realized something.
His fingers touched his cheek.
His body couldn't help but trembled. Big and small bags gathered wherever his fingers touched. He was indescribably horrified and disgusted. A hint of panic flashed through his eyes. If his face was disfigured, not to mention Xia Houyu, even an ordinary man would be affected.
Don't want to see her again.
He hurried forward and held the butcher tightly with his right hand. His expression was panicked, but in the eyes of everyone, it was indescribably ferocious. "Where is the Qingyan Pill?" Qingyan Pill, as the name suggests, is a first-class pill that can remove toxins from the face.
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The butcher looked blankly at the collar grabbed by Miss Mo Er, "What is the Qingyan Pill?"
Noila Mo let go of her hand and turned around to hold Siqin, "Qingyan Pill, are you ready for Qingyan Pill?"
Siqin raised his head with difficulty, looked at Mo Ning'er who was almost crazy, and said cautiously: "Second Miss, Siqin has not... not prepared the Qingyan Pill."
In order to deal with the eldest lady, I specifically ordered the butcher to come back after a while. How could I have imagined that it would be like this, let alone prepare the Qingyan Pill.
The onlookers shook their heads and looked at the handkerchief that was thrown away by Miss Mo Er indifferently. The word "condensation" on it seemed to be telling something, but they already fully understood that this farce was self-directed and staged. In the final analysis, it was self-inflicted.