Heretic Doctor Zihou

At this time, the atmosphere in the lobby of the Wei mansion was extremely strange.

In the upper seat, Wei Guoting sits in a precarious manner, on his iron-blooded face that is not afraid of adversity. At this moment, the hands in his sleeves are tightly clenched and loosened, and he looks like nothing is good.

And below his left hand, Wei Shirong and Zhao Xinrou were sitting next to each other, and they looked even more like enemies. Wei Shirong held the tea cup in his hand, rubbing it back and forth, the tea in the cup overflowed, he didn't even know. As for Zhao Xinrou, she wrung her veil with her hands, her head hung down, her face pale...

However, a certain culprit who caused such an effect sat comfortably. Wearing an ink-colored robe, he is as mysterious and powerful as a demon god, and his breath is like an emperor. His beautiful face was faint and he couldn't see emotions. The cold and silent eyes are deep and vast, and like the night, it is difficult to peek.

"I don't know, what do I have to do in Wei Mansion under the Palace of King Yun?" Wei Guoting finally plucked up the courage to speak under the pressure like Mount Tai.

"This king thinks that the scenery in Wei Mansion is very good, so he wants to come and sit." Mo Yunhuang raised his eyebrows like a peerless sword, and his **** voice was low.

Hearing this, Wei Guoting showed an understanding smile on his face, but he couldn't help but slander. Their Wei Mansion has a good view? His Royal Highness, is that eye that you can see? Looking at the whole Xiliang City, there are a lot of mansions with better scenery than their Wei Mansion. Why did you choose their Wei Mansion for Mao?

Wei Guoting wanted to cry without tears. He really wanted to know, how exactly did he provoke this demon god?

"Looking at the appearance of Old General Wei, it seems that he doesn't welcome this king very much?" Just as Wei Guoting complained about all sorts of slanders, Mo Yunhuang's voice rang again, and suddenly a cold sweat broke out behind Wei Guoting's back.

"No, no, absolutely not!" Wei Guoting immediately waved his hand to deny, looking flustered. He didn't understand what he said, because the person in front of him was not too old and was similar to Ziyu. Why did he feel pressured when facing him?

"This king thinks too much." Mo Yunhuang's **** lips twitched lightly and smiled slightly.

Wei Guoting didn't know what to say, only felt that the pressure was even greater. He couldn't help but stretched out his sleeves and secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead...

God, please move this great **** away! Their Weifu Temple is too small to accommodate this big Buddha!

"You didn't think too much, the Wei Mansion didn't welcome you!" It seemed that after hearing Wei Guoting's inner prayers and calls, a clear voice came from outside the hall.

Hearing this, all of Wei Guoting was taken aback and looked towards the door subconsciously. As for Emperor Mo Yun, when he heard this sound, the corners of his lips curled up, licking the arc of evil charm, the purple light flowing under the eyes, the streamer jumped...

Zihou has a cold face and a bad complexion. She strode into the hall, keeping her eyes on Mo Yunhuang.

With her movements, the white skirt swings in an elegant arc. Because of her increased strength, her whole person is becoming more and more beautiful, like a blooming Tianshan snow lotus, beautiful and indispensable.

When several people in Wei Guoting saw Zihou, their eyes flashed with surprise. In just three days, this girl actually made them shine again, she was beautiful and powerful, which really surprised them.

However, the color of stunning is only fleeting, and is replaced by panic in an instant. This girl, what did you just say? Would you anger a certain demon...

Several people trembled in their hearts, and they subconsciously looked at Emperor Mo Yun. However, the man sat elegantly with a smile on his face, but he was not angry...

"Hou'er, are you here?" Mo Yunhuang's cheerful voice was even more sexy. The smile on the corners of his lips became more and more confusing, and the bottom of his eyes shone with purple light, soaked in a deep love.

Uh…

The three Wei Guoting were dumbfounded.

What rhythm is this? For Mao, they always feel that this demon **** seems to be very familiar with their girl?

As a result, the scorching eyes of the three of them all turned to Zihou, looking for an explanation.

Zihou received the fiery eyes of his grandfather and mother, and a deep sense of powerlessness was born in my heart. She doesn't know it, okay? Who knows what the smelly man Mo Yunhuang is doing?

"Am I familiar with you? Who allowed you to call me that?" After clearing his throat, Zihou tried to put on a serious expression and said in a bad tone.

"Hou'er, you..." The expression on Mo Yunhuang's face, like turning a book, became extremely fast. I saw that the smile on his face had been replaced with a look of confusion and even grief.

"That night, you obviously still..." Emperor Mo Yun stood up suddenly, looking like reminiscing and questioning...

That night? Obviously?

What happened that night?

I have to say that Mo Yunhuang's words are really too reverie. When people hear it, they can’t help but think of a picture of a blushing face...

Obviously, Wei Guoting's three people have superb brain supplement ability, and they think very much.

"Hou'er, you..." Could it be that what happened to your Royal Highness King Yun? Wei Guoting looked shocked and fearful. Wei Shirong and his wife looked at Zihou expectantly, waiting for her answer.

Zihou was completely dark at this time.

That night? What happened to her that night? Wasn't it just that he came to her yard shamelessly that night, and then asked her some brain-dead questions like a convulsive wind, and was finally overcast by her?

Sure enough, this man was scornful, with a small belly, he was obviously his fault, and he wanted to take the opportunity to retaliate. It was despicable and shameless!

I greeted Mo Yunhuang from head to toe again in my heart, the expression on the face of Zihou was so dark that it could almost be adjusted!

"Emperor Mo Yun, what are you talking nonsense? I warn you, you'd better leave me here quickly, or don't blame me for being rude!" Zihou was furious. The man in front of him was not only talking nonsense, but also with that three-pointer expression, it seemed like a real thing!

"Dare to be disrespectful to the Lord and look for death!" Behind Emperor Mo Yun, Leng Yue, who has been in the invisible state, said coldly, her icy voice mixed with killing intent...

"Oh, I don't know where I am looking for death?" Zihou glanced at Leng Yue and sneered with her lips curled.

"I don't know how to live or die!" Leng Yue's expression sank, she actually drew her sword to face...

"Lengyue, go down to receive the punishment!" Mo Yunhuang's low voice seemed to come from hell, which made people tremble.

"Honorable Lord!" Leng Yue immediately retracted the stabbed sword and knelt down. It's just that she raised her head, her face full of unwillingness.

"Don't let me say it a second time!" Mo Yunhuang's face was cold, his voice was overwhelming, and his whole body was like a demon god, with a compelling aura that made people surrender.

Such an appearance of Mo Yunhuang has never been seen in Zihou. In her impression, Emperor Mo Yun had always been that kind of very cheap and cheap image, except for the occasional side of the emperor and demon, which did not make her feel too much. But the side he showed at this time made her realize later that this man was actually a decisive, extremely ruthless person in his bones!

Whoever provokes him will definitely die miserably!

"Yes." No matter how unwilling Leng Yue is, she can only retreat as ordered...

"Hou'er, I won't blame you for what you did to me that night. Actually, you don't have to blame yourself." After Lengyue went down, Emperor Mo Yun put on that evil smile again. In the view of Zihou, even no matter how beautiful it is, it is still very ugly.

Ah ah ah!

Who can tell them what happened that night?

The three Wei Guoting kept roaring in their hearts. It's about the innocence and...chasteness of their girl, they really want to know what happened that night?

Today, if the male protagonist of this incident were to be the son of any family, they would have gone up to torture and extract a confession. But what is frustrating is that the male protagonist is such a powerful and mysterious demon. With a hundred courage from them, they too Don't dare to ask, let alone torture a confession...

Therefore, the three can only pin their hopes on Zihou.

Zihou seems to be on the verge of explosion.

"Emperor Mo Yun, you are enough! Didn't I just give you a love potion that night?" Zihou said with a cold face and frowning.

Uh…

Wei Guoting and the three were dumbfounded again.

Love potion?

Well, the three people with strong brain replenishment ability can't help but outline this picture in their minds: their own girl covets His Royal Highness King Yun's face, peerless elegance, and loves medicine under the tunnel to win...

After the brain patching, the three of them all had a stiff face, looking at Zihou in their eyes, the emotions were mixed, and it was quite complicated...

The emperor Mo Yun in the seat above smiles a little on his beautiful face. In the depths of the eyes with purple light flowing, little by little is the cunning of the ten thousand-year-old fox...

"Hou'er, since you have said so, the matter is over, I think we should all take responsibility for it!" Emperor Mo Yun covered the smile on his face and put on an extremely embarrassed expression.

Zihou really wanted to roar to the sky three times at this time. What kind of **** is this, why the more you talk, the more chaotic, the more you talk, the more outrageous? Also, what is going on with this stinky man's reluctant and very embarrassed expression?

"Mo Yunhuang..." Both hands beside Zihou were clenched into fists, gritted teeth and shouted at someone's name. But before she said anything, Emperor Mo Yun interrupted her with applause...

With the sound of Emperor Mo Yun clapping his hands, three men in black costumes filed into the door. All three of them held a tray covered with a red Jinpa in their hands.

"I have seen the Lord, Mrs. Lord, General Wei, General Wei, Mrs. Wei!" As soon as the three of them walked in, they knelt on one knee, politely greeting several people in the hall.

Lord...Madam?

Who?

she was? !

Receiving literal eyes from all directions, the face of Zihou that had been thick for more than 20 years was red for an unprecedented time. She glared at Emperor Mo Yun. She wanted to refute, but was once again given the opportunity by someone. She could only stomped her feet with hatred...

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