Chapter 133zhuang da du, box fixed poison meter

Mo Xuetong subconsciously closed her eyes, and Feng Jue dyed the roar in her ear. Half of her body was robbed and fell into a solid embrace. In her ear was Feng Jue dyed's eager voice: "Pupil!" The dizziness surged up, Qiang opened his eyes, and saw two people holding the four people behind him separately along Feng Jue's back.

"I'm fine, be careful." He pressed down the fishy sweetness surging on his chest, gasped and pulled his skirt and said urgently. There were four people in black behind him. Even if Feng Jue dyed two of his men, two of them, his raised hands fell down feebly, and his eyes were black!

Hang up Mo Xuetong's slender body, Feng Jue dyed his usual laziness, his narrow phoenix eyes were cold and tight, and his eyes could not be stopped by the sharpness and deterrence. He was still lazy and easy to talk to, and said in a harsh voice:

"Quick action, kill all!"

Feng Yue answered, and his hand became sharp in an instant. He secretly glanced at the master's bloodthirsty eyes and knew that Miss Mo San was different in the master's heart. Now he would be injured. I'm afraid he was finding the air cylinder! How dare you dawd to linger? Three or two solved two opponents, and on the other side, two people in black also died under the knife.

"Change them into the boots in the palace!" Feng Jue dyed her whole body with cold indifference. She took two steps back with Mo Xuetong in her arms and carefully straightened her skirt to prevent her plain skirt from being stained with blood.

"Yes!" Two people came out on the other side and quickly and skillfully took the boots in their hands to change into the ordinary flat boots of the man in black!

Feng Jue dyed himself and left with Mo Xuetong in his arms.

In an elegant private room on the third floor of Xiangman Building.

Mo Xuemin sat on the chair on the left with Mo Xiu. On the right chair sat You Yuecheng, the son of the Duke of Ming. There was a whole dish on the table, which were the most famous dishes in Xiangmanlou. The signature dishes at this table were just an ordinary family for one or two years. You Yuecheng ordered it at will. This made Mo Xuemin more sure of her mind, gritted her teeth, raised her head with tears, and a delicate face like a flower with weakness.

"Son, please help me. If it weren't really, how could I ask my son so shamelessly to ask for help late at night? In fact, my mother was detained and I didn't know whether to live or die. The eldest brother was impulsive. If he let him find a way, he would only bump into his father and third sister. The third sister would be left alone in Yuncheng. Even if there were too many complaints, I I dare not say anything, but now that she has killed her little brother, can't she still live with her mother's life?

Mo Xuemin knelt in front of You Yuecheng, pulled his clothes and begged bitterly. Mo Xiu also knelt down behind him and eagerly reached out to pull her, trying to help her up: "Miss, don't cry yet. My aunt is not dead yet. Although the young master is gone, my aunt... There are still people taking photos there... Take care of it!" Saying that she was anxious and sad, she cried first.

"The son of the world... It's not that I don't know the face of my daughter, or that I don't know the shame. It's really that my mother's life is in danger. After the child died, she was locked in the garden by her father. There was only a woman who guarded the door, and no one helped her take care of her. I went to visit her and was blocked from the door and begging for the son... Ask the son for help from the Yu family. Mo Xuemin cried so much that she cooperated with Mo Xiu's words, which made people feel more pitiful.

Under the light, the beautiful woman is as beautiful as jade and pitiful! How can such grievances not hurt people?

You Yuecheng frowned, his eyes were dark and dark. He put down the wine glass in his hand and pulled up Mo Xuemin kneeling in front of him. His hands were very strong and could not be blocked by Mo Xuemin. Mo Xuemin was pulled up and stood unsteadily. Maybe he stepped on the corner of his skirt and subconsciously grabbed You Yuecheng's unretracted palm before he was stable. Stay in your body.

Waiting to find himself holding You Yuecheng's hand tightly, he quickly shook off his hand and stepped back two steps with a blush.

"The third lady in your family is so vicious. Why don't you tell your father that Lord Mo is not so easy to fool?" You Yuecheng withdrew his hand and asked coldly. Involutedly, a delicate and weak face appeared in his mind. Unexpectedly, after such a face, it turned out to be a snake and scorpion's heart. He harmed his brother in his aunt's belly without saying anything, but also said in front of Mo Huawen that his aunt had harmed the child in her belly.

There is no such a vicious woman in the world. How could Lord Mo, who has always been clear, believe such words? You Yuecheng has always thought that Mo Huawen was Qingming, but at this time, he suspected that Mo Huawen was too powerless in the back house. A snake and scorpion woman with the identity of a direct daughter so blatantly harmed the concubine in the backyard, and finally The punishment turned out to be the aunt who had an abortion. What did he think?

"Father can only listen to the words of the third sister now. If we dare to speak, I'm afraid that we will be banned from the backyard forever like my mother in the end. It's not that I dare not say it. I'm afraid of this kind of end, but my mother doesn't know whether it's life or death now. I still want to save her. How dare to risk my father and annoy us? That mother is really There is no day to start." Mo Xuemin wiped her tears with a handkerchief and cried again. Tears fell down one by one, sad, sad and angry, but there was nothing she could do.

The hibiscus flower is like water, and the beauty is like jade! Tears, moist and delicate...

"We don't dare to say anything more now. We only want the third sister to get married quickly, so that the backyard of the Mofu can be quieter and there is nothing else to ask for. However, the third sister just came to the capital and has no reputation with the capital. There is no good people who will come to marry, so she asked the son for help. The family is noble, and the people he knows are also good. The line is correct and the family style is rigorous. Although the third sister is narrow-minded, it is not bad. If the son can introduce a good family, it can also solve our urgent needs.

Mo Xuemin raised her tearful eyes and looked at You Yuecheng Road with prayer.

"She has done this to you, and you still talk for her?" You Yuecheng said unhappily that such a snake-hearted woman was not so bad that she was really bad. At this time, he had no good impression on Mo Xuetong at all. At that time, he thought that this was also a smart and lovely woman. At this time, when he thought about it again, he only felt disgusting.

How can there be such a vicious woman in the world! The whole poisonous woman, if anyone marries her, it's not a restless house. The Miss Mo in front of her is too kind-hearted. At this time, she still wants to help her choose a good family to marry. He wants him to say that this kind of vicious woman is only worthy of those wandering villains. That's a perfect match. Suddenly, he suddenly thinks of a person and his eyes With a flash, there was a sneer on his lips. It was not completely empty, but there was a person who was very suitable.

"She must be my sister. Her mother died early and lived in Yuncheng for a period of time, and she was not raised. In fact, our Mexican government owed her. I just hope that she will marry a good one in the future. The hatred in her heart will disappear. From then on, our sisters will be beautiful with each other I dare not think about it." Mo Xuemin looked like a good sister who was thinking about Mo Xuetong. She wiped her tears and looked up at You Yuecheng in prayer.

"Is it okay for the world to help my sister find a good family?"

Good people? What a good woman is such a woman! You Yuecheng sneered. The better he felt about Mo Xue**, the worse he felt about Mo Xuetong. He only felt that a gentle woman like Mo Xuemin could be generous and kind. She was still thinking about her sisterhood in such a situation. It was really pitiful and pitiful. Looking at Mo Xuemin's eyes, her eyes couldn't help but be a little mild.

I have an idea in my heart, that's all, just do your part for this poor woman! He helped the "saved" Miss Mo San choose a "good" family!

In a larger and more spacious box next to their box, Feng Jueran smiled and put down a picture in front of Mo Xuetong, which just blocked a small hole in the wall just closed.

Behind her, Mo Xuetong covered her chest and coughed twice.

"Pupil, how's it going? Does it still hurt?" Feng Jueyan put down the hanging in her hand, turned around and asked, reached out to pour a cup of hot tea for her, blew it carefully, and put it in front of her.

I have just been seen, and the injury is not serious.

"It doesn't hurt much now." Mo Xuetong touched her right shoulder and smiled bitterly. The dying palm of the man in ink was patting her right shoulder. Fortunately, she had a powerless counterattack. The two swords were not only sharp, but also wiped the poison of blood to seal her throat. Although the man's last palm was exhausted, it was the end, otherwise her life would be real this time. It's there.

"Why did you do it just now? I don't know how many steps to escape. I have already passed by." Feng Jue's red lips were enchanting and magnificent, but she closed tightly, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were all unhappy. How could he be happy? When he saw Mo Xuetong being hit hard, his heart was about to jump out at that moment. He didn't care about anything else, he turned back and rushed over. Now thinking about how this girl really doesn't know how she dares to prick with a sword. People.

"I'm not afraid!" Mo Xuetong picked up the teacup at hand and took a gentle sip. There was a faint wry smile on her lips. She was not afraid. When she hated to destroy the whole Sima family in her last life, she was no longer the cowardly and timid Mo Xuetong. The road to revenge was never a smooth road, blood debt. If she was afraid of this now, why Talk about revenge.

The light shone on her beautiful little face. At this moment, there was no childishness, only alienation and indifference, as well as loneliness and sadness from her bones. The glazed beautiful eyes fell on the dark night sky in front of the window, inexplicably like the thick night she had sunk into in her previous life.

I thought it was Jiuyou's hell, and I thought that I could only bring this hatred into Jiuyou. I didn't expect that there would be a chance to be reborn in this life. How could she still be as timid and incompetent as before! If she is still the same as the last generation, she will still be swallowed by people's bones and blood in the end. Looking at the fake kindness and gentle Mo Xuemin in the room next to her, they will know that as long as they don't die, they will never stop.

I killed the child in Aunt Fang's belly, which made Aunt Fang's life worse than to die. As a result, Mo Xuemin, the eldest sister, did not hesitate to come out and beg others to find a good marriage for her. I don't know what kind of "good" marriage entered Mo Xuemin's eyes, which made her fall into Mo Xuemin's eyes. Yuecheng begged and knelt down.

"Your Highness, is there anyone infamous among the people You Yuecheng knows? Unbearable and unmarried?" Mo Xuetong's face was surprisingly quiet, and the candlelight jumped on her beautiful face. It was extremely cold. She couldn't see sadness and joy but it was even more heartbreaking. What kind of suffering made a 13-year-old girl have such a deep restrainedness!