There is no escape, the son is hard to coax

People who are obsessed with the mistakes of the past and unable to extricate themselves will never be able to move forward on the road to the future and will lose more.If you don't want to lose, if you don't want to suffer, you should make yourself stronger, so strong that no one can take away what belongs to you.

Gently opening the fan in her hand, Mo Qiyue's eyes gradually congealed with murderous intent.

Made of white bones and silk satin as the surface, it looks spotlessly clean, as if it has never been used.

The change in the atmosphere was so obvious that everyone except Luo Qianshu couldn't help but become serious.

Princess Qingyao looked at Mo Qiyue like this, her face twisted, and she rushed over suddenly.

"Qingyao!" Fusu didn't expect Princess Qingyao to make trouble at such a time, and hurriedly grabbed the opponent's arm, but only tore off a piece of sleeve.

Two sounds of "pa" and "pa" are the sound of the fan being fully opened and then closed.

Princess Qingyao stood in front of Mo Qiyue, with some doubts and unwillingness, looked at the hilt of the sword she was holding tightly in her hand, and then at the other party's indifferent expression, unable to believe that she had failed again.

Tap, tap, tap... Drops of blood spilled from the corners of Princess Qingyao's lips, wet Mo Qiyue's fan, but did not make him move.

"Qingyao!" Without thinking about using Luo Qianshu to threaten Mo Qiyue, Fusu's wrist holding the long sword slightly exerted force, and it was about to end his life.

However, even if he was the number one swordsman in Jianghu, even if his speed was too fast, he failed in the end.

Xiao Wu, who had been neglected all this time, somehow broke free from the rope, and tightly grasped Fusu's sword-holding wrist, as if he was going to die together.

Because of this delay, Mo Qiyue finally successfully blocked Luo Qianshu's body, and the bone fan in his hand swept across Fusu's chest at an extremely fast speed, adding another touch of color to the pure white fan surface.

"Cough...Pfft!" Fusu stepped back again and again, a mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth, staining the ground with spots.

"You...you hide your strength!" He stared at Mo Qiyue viciously, the pride of being the number one swordsman now turned into a mockery of him.

If Mo Qiyue had been hiding her strength, then the competition that day was clearly intended to humiliate herself.

Obviously, he could win easily, but Qingyao forced him to resort to tricks, which made him lose face... Fusu gritted his teeth and looked at Mo Qiyue, with a burning flame in his heart that kept his blood turbulent open.

However, Fusu misunderstood.

If it weren't for the experience of these days and the nourishment of various geniuses and treasures, it would be absolutely impossible for Mo Qiyue to defeat him.But for some things, there is no need to explain, as long as there is a result, it is enough.

Putting down the weapon in her hand, Mo Qiyue was not in a hurry to untie Luo Qianshu, but was on guard against the counterattack of Princess Qingyao and Fusu.

"You...what do you want to do?" Princess Qingyao finally felt scared at this moment.

Mo Qiyue looked at the Princess Qingyao's fearful but pretended pride without a wave on her face, and suddenly laughed silently.

Just a moment ago, he was avoiding and being afraid of these two people in various ways, but now it's Feng Shui's turn, and it's his turn to play.

"Say, how did you treat my elder brother Luo?" The closed fan bones pressed against Princess Qingyao's eyebrows, and the words, which were clearly filled with hatred, came from Mo Qiyue, but they were extremely gentle.

"You... stay away from me!" Princess Qingyao opened the fan in Mo Qiyue's hand with one hand, and stepped back in fear.

She is a majestic princess, but she was threatened by a lowly male favorite, and she even wanted to retreat... Princess Qingyao tightly grasped her cuffs, and her face became ugly.

"Far away? But, I want to dig out the princess's heart to see how dark and twisted it is!" Mo Qiyue heard the words, but smiled softly, and approached Princess Qingyao step by step. The bone fan pointed directly at her heart.

"Presumptuous!" Princess Qingyao's face twisted for a while, and she suddenly swung out her palm clutching her sleeve, and threw a handful of purple sand towards Mo Qiyue to cover her head and face.

Leaving her body slightly, Mo Qiyue was supposed to avoid the handful of purple sand, but for some reason she suddenly stopped, and just spread out another fan to cover her face, letting the fine sand stain her face. all by myself.

"Master!" Tan Yi knew that it would not be difficult to dodge the skill Yi Mo Qiyue showed just now, so he only kept his vigilance against Fu Su.

But he didn't want to, that certain person didn't intend to continue to maintain his previous ability at all, the bone fan shook slightly, and a face that was already full of flirtatiousness was revealed.

Although he has always acted and spoken cautiously under Ling You's powerful aura, it was only at this moment that Tan Yi realized that perhaps Mo Qiyue's weirdness should make him more angry than his master's uncertainty and Lei Li's ruthlessness. cautious.

"Don't move!" Sha Yi stopped Tan Yi's movement, and shook his head solemnly.

The current Mo Qiyue is obviously different from what they usually see, as if he is a different person.

On weekdays, Mo Qiyue, under normal circumstances, is somewhat flirtatious and playful. She does not make people feel difficult to get along with, but gives people a strange affinity.But at this time, Mo Qiyue's eyes were full of charming expressions, and his every move was full of natural demeanor, contemptuous and arrogant.

Tan Yi was a little confused, but he didn't insist too much, his eyes fell on Luo Qianshu who was behind him.

It can be seen that this Mr. Luo, whom the master misses so much and makes the master want to get rid of him quickly, must have been a very gentle person before, so even in such a distressed and painful situation, he still only wanted to How that person feels.

It's just that the current situation is not quite right?

Even they were a little startled when they saw the master's appearance at this time, why did he not react at all?It's as if it has been rehearsed thousands of times, so when things really happen, it's easy to accept them.

Mo Qiyue held the tip of Princess Qingyao's chin in the palm of her hand very lightly and slowly, as if she didn't see the terrified expression of the other party, she stretched out a finger and slowly moved her face.

The overly depressing momentum and excessive fear made Princess Qingyao involuntarily want to escape, but Mo Qiyue didn't give her such a chance at all. She retreated, and he entered. It seemed that all these actions also It's just to ensure that his movements are not disrupted.

No one noticed Xiao Wu's widening eyes, so no one thought of stopping Mo Qiyue.

Gradually dissatisfied with such emptiness, Mo Qiyue looked at her fingertips, then at the white and smooth face of Princess Qingyao, a joyful smile slowly bloomed on the corners of her lips, thinking about what she thought of And excited.

"No...don't..." Princess Qingyao shook her head in a small arc. If she hadn't been scared out of her mind by Mo Qiyue, what she did at this time would be to immediately hide behind Fusu and attract more people. Many rescuers.

"Should be... it won't hurt, right?" Mo Qiyue leaned closer to Princess Qingyao, her noses almost facing each other, and asked softly.

He didn't need anyone's answer, though.Anyway, regardless of whether it hurts or not, the person who can personally feel it will not be himself, so what is there to doubt?

The finger that was used as a paintbrush quietly stopped after Mo Qiyue stopped observing Princess Qingyao.The round and full fingertips did not show any threat, but it happened to be this finger, and between pressing and loosening, Princess Qingyao's beautiful face was like a tofu that had been poked, with fine lines spreading out.

"Ah... ah..." Princess Qingyao felt the strangeness on her face and stretched out her hand to touch it. The round pothole she touched and the bright colors stained on her hand made her nerves immediately fall into a frenzy .

"Qingyao!" Fusu finally couldn't sit idly by and rushed over.

Although he always hated her for being ruthless and taking advantage of her, he still couldn't do it if he really wanted him to watch her suffer like this.

In the competition with Mo Qiyue that day, his inadvertent defeat actually made him suddenly see the deception of these years.If he is not the number one swordsman, if he has no use value, will Princess Qingyao still rely on him like this?Obviously a noble status, but it turns out that in order to win people's hearts, even one's own body can be sacrificed...

Princess Qingyao said that she never told her about her pregnancy because she was not sure about it, and because she thought that if she really had a child, she wanted to surprise him.It's ridiculous that he still held hope and believed her words.After Li Wang passed away, Princess Qingyao's spirit became worse and worse, and she finally spoke her own heart in a trance.But...how can the surprise of the first meeting and the accumulation of emotions after getting along for a long time be offset by the sudden heartbreak?

Even if it hurts, even if there is revenge in his heart, as long as he sees the always willful and domineering woman become so flattering, he will no longer be able to keep his heart cold.

The waist and abdomen were held up by Mo Qiyue's bone fan. It was obviously only a thing that was no more than one foot long. Even the fan surface didn't feel hard, but it turned into an impenetrable barrier, blocking his movement. near.

"It's painful, isn't it? My son... I really can't bear it!" Mo Qiyue stared at Fusu's ferocious face, and the unspoken information in his words made people even more frightening.

He is the one who clearly says he can't bear it, but the one who is really cruel must still be him.Tanyi and the two exchanged glances, and finally decided that it was time to inform the master to come.

"Ah—ah! Fusu... Fusu, save me! I'm in so much pain!" The face of Princess Qingyao gradually cracked bloodstains, and she was so painful that she wanted to fall to the ground, but she didn't know that Mo Qiyue made her cry. What kind of means did she use to force her to stand up straight and endure.

"Save you? Are you sure you want him to save you?" As if hearing something funny, the expression on Mo Qiyue's face was full of curiosity that she wanted to continue listening.

"Help me! I want him to save me! Let me go... woo woo woo... I was wrong..." Princess Qingyao cried out, but with this appearance, she was no longer a princess. noble.

"Wrong...you are wrong, so my brother Luo...was it wrong too?" Mo Qiyue murmured, bloodthirsty blood accumulated in the eyes that no one could see.