After the female supporting character awakens, she takes down the villain!

Who would believe you? He thought so in his heart, but Mo Ziyu loosened his arms and lay on his legs, which made Xiao Muchen enjoy it very much.

I touched her soft belly and was about to speak when I saw her frowning slightly: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Mo Ziyu said, but there was still a hint of heartache on her face.

Xiao Muchen grabbed her shoulders, pulled her back, and asked, "What happened? Are you poisoned?"

These days, he had been taking medicine obediently, so why did he suddenly have an attack? Mo Ziyu was also very curious, but this time, unlike the last time, her heart ached, as if something had bitten her hard, making it difficult for her to breathe.

After getting out of the carriage, there was still some distance to the palace. As they were about to reach the Xiao family, Xiao Muchen told Xiao Yao, "Let's set off now and head to Doctor Liu's residence."

The two guards outside didn't understand what was going on, but they didn't dare to say anything. They turned around and ran towards Doctor Liu's yard.

But the moment he turned around, Xiao Yao found an unexpected guest in front of him.

On the green tiles, Nangong Yuhao crossed his legs, leaning against a tree that was sticking out from behind him, looking at the carriage that was about to pass by, and asked, "Hey, is Yu'er in the carriage?"

Xiao Yao had no intention of talking to him, but he still whispered, "You'd better get out of here."

"But I just don't know why you look so flustered. Is Yu'er sick?" He said casually and everyone in the carriage shuddered.

Mo Ziyu endured the severe pain in his chest and called Xiao Yao back.

The car stopped, Xiao Muchen's face was dark and frightening. Mo Ziyu pulled his sleeve and took a deep breath, "Call him here, I have something to talk to him about."

"I disagree!"

"Look at what you have accomplished. Why don't you tell me quickly? I can still..." Mo Ziyu grabbed the clothes on his chest with some difficulty.

When Xiao Muchen saw this scene, he felt a sudden pain in his heart: "I say, let's go to Doctor Liu now.

Xiao Yao did not dare to hesitate at all and was about to leave. At this moment, Nangong Yuhao suddenly shouted, "Xiaoyu, if your husband has no feelings for you, then for my sake, I will not care about what you did in the past."

Betray? Mo Ziyu's eyes twitched, and at this moment, a silver hairpin flew out of the carriage and went straight to his throat.

He was already prepared, because Xiao Muchen was going to attack him, and the carriage was far away, so it was not fatal, it was just a warning to him. Nangong saw that the carriage was about to leave again, and couldn't help but shouted: "Xiaoyu, your heart can only be treated by me!"

Mo Ziyu grabbed Xiao Muchen's sleeve and tried to crawl out of his body. "Tell Xiao Yao to stop fighting. I'm not poisoned. You have to believe me. He may have some secrets."

Xiao Muchen's eyes were full of jealousy, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot. If he hadn't seen that she was in great pain, he would have rushed up and killed her.

Finally, the car stopped and Xiao Muchen pushed her out of the car.

Nangong Yuhao saw the two of them, a smug smile appeared on his face, he jumped down from the wall, and asked the two of them: "Want to see me and Xiao Yuyu being intimate?"

Xiao Yao was about to rush forward, but was stopped by Mo Ziyu: "Xiao Yao, your master would not be interested in a girl."

As she spoke, she grabbed Xiao Muchen's hand, looked at him with grievance, and whispered, "I know what to do, you wait for me there."

Xiao Muchen got out of the car with a gloomy face without saying a word. He gave Nangong a warning look, then walked to the other side with Xiao Yao and Xueying.

Nangong Yuhao curled up a sarcastic smile and jumped directly into his carriage.

Xiao Yao bravely asked, "Your Majesty, has the master encountered any trouble? This person is definitely not an ordinary person."

Mo Ziyu was the first to get on the bus. As soon as Nangong Yuhao got on, she sat in his chair, looking worried.

"Xiao Yuyu." He called out.

Mo Ziyu endured the pain, and the hairs on his body stood up. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, "Shut up, or I will make you pay for it."

Nangong Yuhao sneered, walked to sit next to Liu Bingqian, and stared at her seductively, "It's been a long time since we last met, and your temper has become so hot. It's just right, I like it."

Is she so easy to bully? Does he like to eat? Mo Ziyu frowned, the smile on his face disappeared, and he raised his head lazily, “Tell me, what’s going on with us?”

Nangong Yuhao's eyes swept across her chest, and suddenly he stretched out his hand to pinch her neck, and whispered in her ear: "How about I show you?"

"Haha, you are Nangong Yuhao, right? I'm not sure whether you are that Nangong Yuhao, but I am no longer the same Zi Yu as before." As she said that, she took out a silver needle from her sleeve and stabbed it into Nangong Yuhao.

He was startled, but soon recovered, leaned back, and asked in a posture that a woman could hardly resist: "Xiaoyu, what are you doing? I will do whatever you say."

Mo Ziyu also smiled and said, "You have to cooperate well. Don't worry. I am not interested in women."

"You can try, is it a boy or a girl?" Nangong said, while secretly using his inner energy. He wanted to see which move she used. But later, he realized that he could not use any inner energy at all.

Mo Ziyu noticed the subtle fluctuations in his eyes, smiled slightly, took out a silver needle, and waved it in front of him: "Since everyone knows martial arts, let's use this. It's perfect for dealing with enemies. I put some muscle softening powder in it, and it's just right for your paralysis point. How about it? Doesn't it taste good?"

"I am very satisfied with my craftsmanship now!" she said proudly.

Nangong Yuhao was not afraid at all. Although her body was almost unable to bear it, her smile became more and more charming. That's what I thought! "

Still not admitting it! A layer of cold sweat also seeped out of Mo Ziyu's forehead. Her heart was no longer so painful, but she still felt very painful. She just wanted to find out what was going on with Nangong. She had a hunch that this guy must know her.

Nangong Yuhao's eyes fell on the chair she was sitting on, "Xiaoyu, your chair is so beautiful!"

"How about it? I will definitely give you one." She forced a smile, and then her eyes darkened because she saw something fall out of Nangong's pocket, and she subconsciously reached out to take it.