Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

Mo Chuyue almost choked to death with a mouthful of old blood, her enchanting eyes hooked up: "Young master, you'd better pray that you don't fall into the hands of this elder..."

snort!

Otherwise, I will let you...

Bai Yi didn't even bother to give Mo Chuyue a look, his whole body was filled with air-conditioning, fox girl, want to hook him up?

Why don't you go to heaven?

There are no doors!

Mo Chuyue was deflated, turned around and left with a huff, until that figure disappeared in Fengxi Pavilion, Mo Yi and the others dared to take a breath.

"Bai Yi, mighty!"

"Brother Bai, I admire you!"

"Brother Bai, you've got a big deal..."

Hei Yi didn't understand, so: "One by one, speak human language!"

Mo San leaned forward without fear of death, his eyes full of sympathy: "Boss Bai, Elder Ninth is not only good at using poison, but also... likes little fresh meat..."

"puff!"

"Cough cough..."

There was a riot of laughter in Fengqi Pavilion, Mo Qingcheng turned over and fell into a deep sleep, there will be a tough battle tomorrow, is it stupid not to sleep?

Mo Qingwu was called away by Aunt Bai, and no one knew what the mother and daughter had said.The servant wished he could find a crack in the ground and get in. When Mo Qingwu came out, her eyes were red and swollen...

After a night of no dreams, Mo Qingcheng was awakened by the scent in the morning, and Mo Yi came to ask her to eat.

Mo Qingcheng and Shen Lege lazily climbed up, looked at the crystal dumplings and crab roe buns on the table, with beautiful eyes, and gave a thumbs up.

With enough water and food, a group of people came to the competition field, and there were already crowds of people.

Mo Qingcheng found a quiet place, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and asked Bai Yi to draw lots instead of her. The corner of Hei Yi's mouth twitched wildly: "Ma'am, I'm not afraid that Bai's hands will stink, so I'll draw a big enemy for you?"

"It doesn't matter." Sooner or later, they will compete in the arena, but it's just a matter of who goes first...

Mo Yi was silent, and reminded in a low voice, "Master, my subordinates saw Mo Qingwu whispering to some disciples from the side branches of the Mo family..." They must want to deal with the master...

The Mo guards were collectively silent, fearing that their master would suffer from boredom.

Mo Qingcheng learned about the opponent's general situation from the mouths of several elders last night, so there is nothing to worry about, but some are good at concealed weapons, some are good at using poison, and some are good at formations...

With a cold face, Bai Yi went to draw lots for Mo Qingcheng, and it happened that Mo Qing'an, the deacon elder of Yujian.

The corners of Mo Qing'an's eyes twitched wildly, what is Qingqing girl trying to sing?

A quarter of an hour later, Bai Yi came to Mo Qingcheng's side with the lottery drawn in his hand, opened his mouth, hesitated to speak.

"Bai Yi, you won't be able to draw two hundred and five, right?"

Bai Yi glanced over, Hei shrank his neck, "Uh, I guessed it right?" Look, what kind of shit luck is this?

Mo Qingcheng stretched out her hand, glanced at it, couldn't help laughing, and said, "Bai Yi, that's great!"

Bai Yi: "..."

Shut up you!

Madam is getting more and more lazy, I don't know when is good and when is bad?

After a stick of incense, there was a "duang", and the second competition kicked off.

The five arenas are held simultaneously, one-on-one, the winner will continue to advance, and the top five in the final will be eligible to participate in the final of the hidden family.

Mo Qingcheng waited boredly, casually glanced at the ring, not at all intense.

The elders were drowsy, the referees were listless, and those who watched the game were even more absent-minded, chatting about homework and gossip.

Hey, the Mo family is not as good as every year. I wonder if there will be a brilliant one this year?

After an unknown amount of time, a mechanical voice sounded from the stage: "Ray Tower No. 250, No. [-], vs. No. [-]!"

"Ahaha! Two hundred and fifty?"

"puff!"

"Cough cough!"

Mo Qingcheng opened his eyes suddenly, the wind was messy...