A silly girl is reborn, and a ruthless prince loves her

Easier said than done.

The tourmaline python is the essence of all things, and its preciousness is no different than that of fossils.

Mo An was happy, but also felt defeated.

Where can I find a tourmaline python?

Tourmaline python!

Xuanyuan Qing's eyebrows moved slightly, and she said, "Yan Yan is familiar with that giant python, right?"

"Yes, why are you asking this?" Mo An was startled and answered subconsciously.

Then he fell silent when he saw Xuanyuan Qing's movements.

Xuanyuan Qing did not answer his question, but took out the simple signal bomb in his arms and held it tightly in his hand.

The look on his face was dark, sinister, hateful, and shameful.

Mo An was horrified. How could he forget that that man kept an adult tourmaline python in his palace, which had amazing attack power.

When the second prince was young, he was thrown into the palace where the tourmaline python was kept by several other princes. He rushed over on his father's order, but was almost frightened by its roar through the palace door.

Doesn’t the second prince want to ask that man for it?

"Ouch!" When Mo An was lost in thought, a folding fan hit him on the head unceremoniously, causing him to scream in pain.

Xuanyuan Qing had withdrawn the flare at some point, and said in a cold voice, "If you dare to think wildly again, your hair will be chopped off."

In fact, as a secret guard, Mo An has excellent strength and loyalty, but sometimes his reactions are slow.

He really wanted to split open Moan's head and see if it was filled with paste.

"Second Prince, forgive me." Mo An picked up the folding fan on the ground and held it up with both hands respectfully.

so close.

Fortunately, the second prince usually held a folding fan in his hand. If it was a throwing knife, dagger or the like, he would tell it here today.

Xuanyuan Qing took back the folding fan, put it on the table with a thunk, and said angrily: "Master Mo is a great master of the first generation, proficient in magic, and his wisdom and talent are unrivaled in Qingyun Kingdom. Why didn't you inherit it? "

Master Mo was his enlightenment teacher and the only warmth he had when he was young.

In the Qingyun Kingdom's palace, any palace official could easily trample him under his feet. Only Master Mo Guo respected him, taught him the dignity that a prince should have, taught him etiquette, justice, integrity, and the power of strategy.

Therefore, he treats Mo An differently from other subordinates.

"My subordinates are incompetent. My father's talents and virtues cannot be surpassed by his subordinates." Mo An felt ashamed.

My father is a god-like existence in Qingyun Kingdom.

It's a pity that God was jealous of talents and died young.

"Okay, you are injured, please rest quickly."

The death of Imperial Master Mo was a wound in Xuanyuan Qing's heart. Every time he thought about it, he would feel extremely sad.

The same was true for Mo An, whose mood instantly became heavy.

"Yes."

The morning light is dim, the east is white, and the warm sunlight flows into the wooden window and pours on the tassel curtain around the bed. Through the curtain, you can vaguely see the stretched and elegant sleeping posture of the man inside.

Xuanyuan Qing closed her eyes tightly, frowned, a layer of sweat formed on her forehead, and kept murmuring from her mouth.

"Second Prince?"

As a martial arts practitioner with excellent hearing, Mo An instantly realized that the man on the bed had a nightmare.

He quickly turned over and got off the bed, wanting to go to the bed opposite to wake up the person who was trapped in a dream and couldn't wake up.

——Dang Cang!

A small and unique copper bell, engraved with a circle of light patterns, was thrown in through the wooden window and rolled down to the center of the wing.

Mo An paused in lifting the curtain, and his eyes were fixed on the copper bell on the ground.

That's Mochou's copper bell!

After pondering for a moment, Mo An immediately picked up the copper bell and climbed out of the window.

"Did something happen?"

Arriving under a big tree in a remote area facing the street, Mo An looked back at the balcony of Chunfeng Pavilion and then asked in a low voice.

The second prince had another nightmare. Logically speaking, he would not dare to run out rashly.

Worried about whether something happened at Mochou's side that would affect their escape plan, Mo An could only seize the time to ask.

Mochou saw his nervousness and asked calmly, "What's wrong with the second prince?"

Why is her brother so nervous about the second prince? What's wrong with a grown man staying in the wing?

Besides, she clearly saw that the second prince hadn't gotten up yet.

"It's nothing, it's an old problem. Tell me quickly, is there any change on your side?" Mo An didn't want to say more, but kept urging.

"Oh, I'm fine here, the plan remains unchanged."

Mo Chou looked at him thoughtfully, secretly remembering what he said about his 'old habit'.

"Then why did you come out to me?" Mo An's eyes widened and his voice rose unconsciously.

bad thing!

There is no time for the second prince to delay.

Mochou didn't expect her brother's reaction to be so strong. He wouldn't even say a single unnecessary word and was about to leave her.

"Brother, this is for you." Mochou quickly grabbed him with quick eyes and took out something from behind.

"This is?"

Mo An frowned, his expression changed several times, and he stared at the armor in her hand in confusion.

"I stayed up late last night to make it for you. You will experience many dangers by following the second prince all year round. If you bring it, I can feel at ease."

"Brother, you are the only relative I have left. You have to protect yourself." Mochou's eyes were red and her voice was choked.

"Brother, I understand, thank you." Mo An touched her shoulder and felt very pleased. "You have grown up and have your own ideas. No matter where you are, you must also protect yourself."

"Brother, I still have something to do, let's go first." Mo An took the protective gear, feeling warm in his heart.

However, Mochou did not let go.

Mo An was puzzled and asked her in vain.

"I want to help you put it on myself." Then he started to unbutton his clothes.

"When you were a child, you were either receiving training from your father or running around with the second prince. I didn't even have time to talk to you."

"We, brother and sister, have not seen each other for five years since our father died. Just let me, your sister, do something for you."

Mo Chou's words successfully stopped Mo An's attempts to stop her, allowing her to take off his clothes and put on the armor she made with her own hands.

He looked down at his sister, who had grown to the height of his earlobes, and felt filled with emotion.

Yes, although they are brother and sister, they spend very little time together. Most of the time, Mochou is alone in the yard swinging, without anyone to talk to.

"Okay, fortunately, I guessed it right, the size is just right." Mochou helped him fasten his belt, raised his head and smiled kindly at him.

Just when Mo An was stunned, the armor had been put on. He raised his hand and touched the area on his chest. It was thin, but as hard as iron. It was his sister's love for him.

"My sister's craftsmanship is really good. Brother, I'll leave first, and... no, please take care of yourself!" Mo An smiled, looked at her deeply before turning around and leaving.

He had many things to say to Mochou, and wanted to tell her that he had always been thinking about his sister at home. When he was on missions, he had asked his friends several times to bring her his favorite apricot cake.