Fast Travel Villain: Sanctioning the Son of Luck

Chapter 591 The Last Chapter (Nineteen)
In the chapter of the past that came suddenly, Xing Mo became a small fragment after becoming the Supreme Being.

It must have been a rather nasty day, right in the middle of winter and the first snow of the year.

Snow-white snowflakes slowly fell in the air, and even the dead branches that filled the yard were decorated with a pear tree.

It's just that Xing Mo, who just came back from the secret cell, is not in a good mood.

Approaching the mahogany gate that opened automatically, Xing Mo suddenly looked around vigilantly.

Someone here!

"My lord, Merry Christmas!"

With a "pop", colorful ribbons shot out from the salute, and fell directly on the expressionless Xing Mo.

The sight in front of him was completely covered by colorful ribbons, and Xing Mo said softly and with evil spirit: "What are you guys doing!"

The man with twinkling peach blossom eyes was not only not annoyed, but put a red hat with snow-white fur balls on Xing Mo's head with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "My lord, don't you have such a big temper? It's bad for you if you continue like this." My body is not good at all~"

Xing Mo lowered his eyelids and said slowly, "..."

The man smiled brightly, "What's the matter? My lord... oh! It hurts so much, how can you be so violent, my lord!"

Gritting his teeth, Xing Mo raised his fist, "Don't cry out for pain in such a hurry! What's worse is yet to come! What? If you have the guts to pluck a tiger's hair, you won't have the guts to suffer? Huh?"

The man was holding the big bag on his head, and his mouth was extremely aggrieved, "I obviously didn't pluck the hair on your head..."

After the air was silent for two seconds... Xing Mo immediately thumped violently.

"A metaphor! When did you not even know a metaphor?"

The man dodged back and forth nimbly, "My lord, you didn't tell your subordinates that this is a metaphor, why don't you... Let's rewind the tape again? This subordinate swears, this time it will definitely catch up with your rhythm perfectly!"

Xing Mo paused for a while, the veins on his face twitched, "Rewind you big-headed ghost! If you have the ability to rewind, you have the ability to rewind everything that happened just now!"

The man dodged back and forth, and said meanly: "If you, my lord, are willing to cooperate with your subordinate's performance and forget all this, then it is not impossible to rewind the tape once~"

Xing Mo snorted with a sneer, "Rewind? I'll rewind your grandma."

"My lord, why did you forget again?" The man suddenly stopped and his voice was low, "Mo Heng has no father, no mother, let alone grandma..."

Xing Mo also stopped, feeling a little guilty for poking the man's sad things without authorization, "I'm sorry... I didn't pay attention to the wording..."

"It's okay!" The man jumped up, and hugged the petite girl in front of him tightly, "Your lord, you are the one I will follow forever, and you alone are enough for my subordinates!"

One second

Two seconds
three seconds
Suddenly, an earth-shattering roar erupted in the hall, "I'll fuck you!"

The man was full of fuss, Zheng Huan, wishing he could do his best to fight for Xing Mo's attention. The few people who couldn't bear to watch looked at each other helplessly, and stepped forward to pull away the man who was putting his life to death.

A dining table was pushed out, and several outrageous teenagers with exquisite eyebrows laughed and said in unison: "Merry Christmas!"

……

"Merry Chrismas……"

As if dreaming of something from the past, Xing Mo, who was sound asleep, frowned and murmured, and finally regained his calm gradually amidst the sound of the bells shaking by his ears. .

(End of this chapter)