Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease! - Chapter 1488 Extra 16

After the EU fainted, the ink wind quickly slammed under the bed. Head coldly glanced at the ink purple and Zhao Minjing, her refined refinement, the drug is particularly strong, the attack time is also very fast, now their eyes are like a layer of water mist, cheeks ruddy, shortness of breath, she is cold A smile, "The effect of the drug has started, and the good play you arranged will soon be appreciated by Chu Muchen. I am waiting for me here, I will arrange a good man for you."

When Mo Qingfeng opened their holes, the effects of the drug attacked, they could not control themselves, and the will became fragile. At this time they felt very uncomfortable and eager to have a man to embrace them.

Mo Qingfeng soon came back with a man who was a kitchen worker. His predecessor, Mo Qingfeng, went to the kitchen to find food. If it was not his intentional martyrdom, Yi Qingyun and Zhao Minjing would not hit her to the kitchen to eat. She will not be killed.

This man also took the medicine of Mo Qingfeng. The efficacy of the drug was faster than that of Zhao Minjing. When Mo Qingfeng threw him in, he immediately threw down Yiyunyun. Under the urging effect, the pain was unbearable. Yi Qingyun, immediately with his hands and claws torn the man's clothes.

Such a picture, Mo Qingfeng was very satisfied, she smiled coldly, and her eyes flashed a touch of Sen Han, and she quit the room and closed the door. At this time, a group of messy footsteps came from the promenade, and they rushed to here.

Mo Qingfeng smashed into the air, swept the end of the promenade, and then jumped into the body, as light as Yan flew up the roof, sitting on the roof can hear the discordant sounds coming out of the house.

"Do you really see Wang Hao carrying a man into her house? If you dare to lie, this king will never spare you!" Chu Muchen's cold voice sounded, and the indifferent eyes were filled with haze and chill.

"Back to the prince, yes... yes! The slaves saw Wang Hao and a man with a long shadow walking toward him. Wang Hao still glared at the man's waist." Zhao Minjing's singer said with respect, and with a touch of fear in his tone. .

The ink on the roof was cold and smiled. This 丫鬟 she remembered, living this life here is simply too fun.

If there is a mobile phone, she really wants to immediately watch videos with Mobson and Huang Ling, let them see how much she is mixed up here.

Chu Mu’s lips just walked to the door of the house of Mo Qingfeng, and they heard the sound of a burst of sound inside and even the sound of “啪啪啪”.

Everyone present, hearing this strange voice, understood what was going on inside.

There are not many people coming here, Chu Muchen and his two confidants Du Wenjun and Bai Xueling, Zhao Minjing and Mo Zishan, and Chu Muchen, two brothers.

The man was locked in the room with the woman, and the voice was heard. I could think of what happened inside with my knee.

Chu Muchen's cold face has become very ugly, and it has a strong murderousness. He hates Mo Qingfeng again, but now she is still the king of the Eight Kings, even dare to carry him with men. ! He was so angry that he was shuddering, his face was pumping, his fists were tight.

The two brothers who stood behind him showed a look of gloating and anticipation. The voice was so loud that it must be very intense.

boom! ! !

Chu Muchen kicked the door open and strode in. The rest of the people followed, and Zhao Minjing and Mo Zishan looked at each other and flashed a smug smile.

The ugly and ugly of the ink wind is dead! A woman whose reputation is broken, see how she is based in Chu Qianguo!

When they saw the scene in front of them, they were all stunned, especially Zhao Minjing and Mo Zishan’s cockroaches. When they saw the scene inside, their faces were pale and shocked. They looked at the two red fruit bodies, two women. Riding on the man's body...

For the arrival of Chu Muchen, the monks who enjoyed the ground were unaware of it.

"Fr... husband... madam!"

"Miss! Miss!"

The two legs began to tremble. They never dreamed that things were like this. They wanted to go forward and open their masters, but they saw Chu Muchen’s gloomy face that could drip out water. They had to stand. There was a shivering there.

"Snow Ling! Pull them away!!!" Chu Muchen was furiously yelling, and the snoring seemed to collapse the house.

"Yes...Yes!" Bai Xueling replied ruthlessly. She just wiped a cold sweat for the ink wind, and heard the sound inside the house. Her heart trembled, thinking about how the ink wind would be like this. The woman, how can she do this kind of thing, when she saw it was Mo Zishan and Zhao Minjing, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She flew forward, and opened the purple Zishan, who was about to go to the high dynasty, and Zhao Minjing, who was squatting with the man. They completely lost their senses. They only felt that the body was empty and unbearable. They needed something to fill the emptiness and were born hard. Pulling away, Mo Zishan had a sense of loss from falling into hell, and even cried on the ground. When Zhao Minjing saw Chu Muchen, it was like a hungry wolf who saw the food and rushed up. Before he met Chu Muchen, he was shot by Chu Muchen.

On the roof, the ink wind saw that I couldn’t help but laugh. It was a wonderful show! Really enjoyable!

Mo Qingfeng is very fortunate to be himself. If the original owner, they have already died.

Suddenly, there was a cold in the back, and there was a cold and shrouded scent. Mo Qing was so cold that he turned his head and looked at it. It was a man!

A man like a ghost!

Mo Qingfeng was shocked, and then she was quickly listed. She got up and looked at him calmly and calmly. He had a beautiful face, a pair of indifferent and deep squats, and the bottom of the sputum exudes a shock. The heart is cold and cold, and it is a kind of **** of war in the world. The black clothes make him more noble and mysterious. The long body stands tall and straight on the back of a huge bat, deep and indifferent like the god. Looking at the ink wind.

His indifferent breath has covered the domineering and arrogance that Mo Qingfeng was born with, and Mo Qing’s heart trembled, "Duo Guernan?!"

Mo Qingfeng's face changed slightly, and his heart was dark. Did he come to take her back?

She later learned that her nails were poisonous. When she was fighting that night, she scratched his neck. It should be poisonous and infiltrated into his body. Is he okay?

Thinking of the poison, the eyes of Mo Qingfeng could not help but move to the neck of Duo Younan, where there was still a scratch.

What she was thinking about, she was able to see through, and he reached out and stroked the scar, and the corner of his mouth outlined a slight curvature, and the cold face showed a faint smile.

In an instant, it seems that thousands of mandala flowers bloom together and are amazing.

Mo Qingfeng squatted and looked up at him indifferently. "Duo Younan, when are you going to wrap me around?" After thinking about it, he asked: "The last time I went back to Mofu, you are Isn't it also tracking me in the dark? Also, you said you want to take me back, where are you going?"

Is this man aware of something that can send her back to the 21st century? However, the sixth sense tells Mo Qingfeng that it should not be...

"Leave the Eight Kings House and follow me back to the Duogu Fort." Du Gu Zenan looked at her ugly and indifferent face, and the deep bottom of the scorpion flashed a glimmer of light, and slowly said.

Unique castle?

Mo Qingfeng read this name in his heart. Where is this? The memory of the original Lord does not have the impression of a lonely castle. Sure enough, not the twenty-first century, it is his castle.

"Hey..." Mo Qingfeng put a finger on his lips and snorted, then pointed to the bottom and lowered his voice: "Don't make a sound, read the play."

She didn't intend to stay in the Eight Kings, but she didn't plan to leave so soon, and the man was stalking her three times and four times, asking her to go back with him. She thought about leaving the Eight Kings and looking for a place to stay. The place, now a man said to take her back, then she went with him to see if the solitary castle is as grand as she imagined.

Of course, the good play is not over yet, she will not go so fast.

“Good play?” Duo Zengnan raised his eyebrows. “Do you like watching this kind of play?”

Before she went to the roof, he came to the cold water pavilion. What happened in the house, he would not know?

He has been observing her for a long time in the dark, and she sat here to admire the expression of the following scene, which is really owe.

Mo Qingfeng sat down and waved to him behind him. "If you don't like to watch, you will go first. After I finish all the things, I will naturally go with you. Give me half a month or a month." Go out and see this. The world is not bad, or she can find a way to go back. Or, this one alone, can help her.

Duolzen Zemin flashed a glimmer of light at the bottom, "Really?" She would leave her so easily with her?

"When really... don't make a sound, it's not good to be heard by the people below." If Chu Muchen knew that she was framed by Mo Zishan and Zhao Minjing, the nature was different.

"Du Wenjun, put the man into the dungeon!" Inside the house, Chu Muchen roared, anger is unstoppable, and both eyes are red. "Bai Xueling, Zhao Minjing is locked into the firewood house and waiting to fall! Mo Zishan throws back to the ink house!"

After roaring, Chu Muchen’s sleeves left in an angry way, even if it was Mo Zishan, there was Zhao Minjing, his embarrassment!

This kind of thing came out, what are the faces of the Eight Kings?

The main hall, the dinner continues.

Chu Muchen was cold with a handsome face coming in. Just went out to Yaxing’s Eight Kings House, and when he came back, his face was black. Everyone was confused, but no one asked.

They all know that the Eight Kings are indifferent and indifferent. If you can't provoke him, try not to provoke him.

Chu Muchen swept the position of Mo Qingfeng coldly, only to see the woman wearing the veil leaning against the chair, drinking a cup and a cup, and showing no to him.

Chu Muchen walked over and stood in front of her, looking at her like a Shura, the gloomy face, the burning eyes, seems to kill the ink wind.

Mo Qingfeng felt the burning gaze, and she looked up and drunk and glanced at him coldly and continued to drink.

"Hey!" Chu Muchen snorted, and the sleeves went to the main position, and then glanced indifferently at the ink that was being talked with other ministers.