Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

The mutated poisonous ant king never dreamed that he would be taken care of by the two-legged beast that looked down on him, and clusters of flames were strangely burning, making him unable to resist, watching helplessly as his tentacles were burned.chrysanthemum

"Ah—stop! Stop!" The poisonous ant king couldn't hold it anymore, he didn't dare to speak hard, and hurriedly begged for mercy, didn't he just want to recognize the master?

snort!

"Hehe, Madam Ben doesn't need it anymore..."

"Pfft!" The mutated poisonous ant king almost poisoned himself with a mouthful of poisonous blood, damn human!

I have seen shameless ones, but I have never seen such shameless ones.

How can you do this?

"You... this king surrenders!" The poisonous ant king's heart flashed fiercely, and if he refused to surrender, his tentacles would burn off.chrysanthemum

"If you want to recognize the master, you will recognize the master? I have to agree because of Mao? I am poor, but I still want to support you. It's a beautiful idea!" Mo Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, and said angrily.

Poisonous Ant King: "..."

Shut up you, please be human, can't you?Can't catch an ant to bully?

Mo Qingcheng said nonchalantly, waiting for the Ant King's reply.

"Ah - stop! We don't need you to raise it, I have treasures, I'll give them to you..." The poisonous ant king screamed, and his scalp went numb.

Xuanyuan Lin caught a glimpse of this scene from a distance, silently lit a ring of wax for the poisonous ant king, and bargained with the femme fatale, it was really courageous, and this young master admired him very much.

Mo Qingcheng looked back, and gave the man a hard look, what kind of eyes are you?Believe it or not, Mrs. Ben let the poisonous ant king poison you to death?chrysanthemum

Poisonous Ant King: "..."

Poisoning this article, can't you pass it today?

A quarter of an hour later...

As a last resort, the poisonous ant king promised Mo Qingcheng a series of unequal conditions, recognized him as the master, and even packed up all the good things he had hidden to offer with both hands. He was so angry that he almost killed himself.

The poisonous ants wailed, the owner of the boss is too scary, how to break it?Not only do they ignore the food, but also let them go to work hungry.

Tell me, is this something people do?

Mo Qingcheng rolled his eyes, if you don't provoke Mrs. Ben, how can you get what you deserve?chrysanthemum

Nonsence!

No, Mrs. Ben is saving you, understand?

The mutated poisonous ants knelt down collectively. Now that they have burrowed into the bottom of the desert, is there still time?

Mo Qingcheng gave a dark smile, you guys just try...

Xuanyuan Lin hesitated to speak: "Woman, are you not afraid of their betrayal?"

In any case, these disgusting things are no different from animals.

Mo Qingcheng walked around the man with great interest: "My wife is not afraid of your betrayal, what are you afraid of them?"

Xuanyuanlin: "..."

Is it too late to regret now?How much I can't think about it, I have to ask this damn woman for help?

"You...you won't rely on me, will you?" Xuanyuan Lin took two steps back with a solemn expression.

"I rely on you? Who do you think you are? People love each other, flowers bloom when they see flowers, and tires blow out when cars see cars?" Mo Qingcheng pouted, "There is no mirror to piss..."

"You...you have no shame!" Xuanyuan Lin was annoyed, his cold eyes fell on Mo Qingcheng, he turned and left.

Unreasonable!

Mo Qingcheng didn't bother to care about it, anyway, there was an IOU, so he couldn't run away. Isn't it nice to be alone?Wouldn't it be ten or a hundred times safer to get into the space at night than to be outside?chrysanthemum

Xuanyuan Lin walked a certain distance, waited for the woman to turn around, and told him to stay.In the end, the flowers that I waited for were all gone, and I didn’t see anyone taking care of me. I took a deep breath, forget it, but women and villains are difficult to raise, so I should take the initiative.

But...for Mao, turning around by himself, empty?

puff!