The crematorium of the beautiful empresses chasing their husbands

Mo Lin sat on the stool, lowered his head, and looked at the two girls carefully.

One was his favorite girl, and the other was his favorite girl's good sister. How could he do such a thing!

Zhu Ling'er shook her head, her reddish pink curly hair swayed like a waterfall, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her pretty face slightly tensed, her hands folded across her chest, trying to pretend to be a little angry.

This slightly angry look can't be too much, otherwise it will scare Brother Mo, but it can't be not angry at all, otherwise Brother Mo may misunderstand that she doesn't care about such things at all and doubt her love for him.

Zhu Ling'er is an old actor, and she grasped the essence of the play at once.

Bai Zhirou also looked as cold as a fairy in the moon palace at this moment, with silver hair like a waterfall, beautiful silver eyes full of indifference, and a pretty face with evil, and those who didn't know would think she had just returned from the battlefield.

Zhu Linger just explained the play to her. She only needs to be herself in this play. Her usual cold and beautiful appearance is a natural temperament in this play. Zhu Linger asked her to recall the state when she just killed people on the battlefield. The murderous aura on her body at this moment is the best protection for her acting skills.

Her sister Zhirou can't take on too profound roles. The best way is to let her be herself and not even act.

"Ahem, Brother Mo, Sister Zhirou and I have discussed it." Zhu Linger cleared her throat and said slowly, "We are all responsible for this matter, and it's not just one person who is to blame, but since it has already happened, we can't simply cover it up."

"I'm sorry..." Mo Lin said in a low voice with his head down.

"It doesn't matter... Ahem, no, Brother Mo, you know, this kind of thing is a top priority for girls, not to mention that Sister Zhirou is the eldest daughter of the Four Saints Sect, and now she has reached the position of the boss." Zhu Linger said in a low voice with an extremely sad expression.

This is not entirely an excuse. If Bai Zhirou's current identity is placed in an urban novel, she would be a cold and domineering female president.

"Is that so..." Mo Lin really didn't know what to do, and his head hung even lower.

"So, Brother Mo, I have an idea." Zhu Ling'er held Mo Lin's face and looked seriously at his eyes full of self-blame.

"With Sister Zhirou's identity, since this kind of thing has already happened, it is impossible to simply let it go, so..." Zhu Ling'er looked serious at the moment.

"So...?" Mo Lin swallowed his saliva. Now no matter what the punishment result is, he accepted it.

"So, Brother Mo, you should marry Sister Zhirou back." Zhu Ling'er looked at Mo Lin seriously and said a violent statement, "Sister Zhirou and I have been good sisters for many years. Brother Mo, this kind of thing can only be done by husband and wife... and brothers and sisters. You and her are not brothers and sisters, so you can only be husband and wife."

"Uh...?" No, am I not awake yet? Mo Lin rubbed his eyes. Why did he feel like he was in a dream?

Mo Lin glanced at Bai Zhirou, who was full of murderous aura at the moment, with a cold and indifferent expression, and a murderous aura all over her body. Mo Lin felt that she would draw out her sword and split him in half the next moment.

"That... Xiao, Xiao Rou'er, I'm sorry, but you wouldn't agree to this kind of thing, right?" Mo Lin said cautiously with some difficulty.

He should not be able to beat Bai Zhirou now, and even if Bai Zhirou really wanted to kill him, he had no way to resist. He could only try his best to resist and save his life. After all, he had done that kind of thing to a girl, and he was in the wrong.

"No, I agree." Bai Zhirou said coldly.

...

Who would believe you if you said that! Zhu Ling'er thought to herself that she was bad, and only told her to be herself, but forgot to let her hold back.

Sister Zhirou, you can be gentler now! Zhu Ling'er turned her head and blinked quickly at Bai Zhirou, but unfortunately Bai Zhirou did not understand what Zhu Ling'er meant.

When Mo Lin heard this cold "I agree", he thought that Bai Zhirou might want to take his life.

Forget it, I feel sorry for her, but... I'd better not be killed. I still can't bear to leave Ling'er.

"Look, Brother Mo, isn't this a happy ending?" Zhu Ling'er clapped her hands with a smile, and hurriedly tried to smooth things over. "Brother Mo, don't be nervous. Sister Zhirou just told me, you know, she met you a few times before you lost your memory, but those few meetings also made her feel a little good about you, so she doesn't hate you."

"Uh... is that so? Sorry I forgot." Mo Lin didn't know what kind of response to make at this time, so he could only say stiffly.

"It doesn't matter, Brother Mo, I have a good impression of you and want to marry you." Bai Zhirou shook her head, her voice cold and flat.I have to say it.

No, sister! Don't scare Brother Mo! Zhu Ling'er's mouth twitched unconsciously.

"Ah... uh, so, then, then good..." Mo Lin spoke intermittently and incoherently, and he was almost broken now.

"That's it, Brother Mo, okay, don't be sad, everything is settled, and Sister Zhirou will be your wife in the future. It's better for the three of us to live a good life than anything else." Zhu Ling'er hurriedly took Mo Lin's hand and said with a smile.

"...Ah, well, okay, I know, then, Xiao Rou'er, do you need me to do anything? As long as I can compensate you, please tell me, I will try my best to do it." Mo Lin thought about it and said to Bai Zhirou. If he could do something to compensate her and let her calm down, he might not have to die.

According to Bai Zhirou's tone, Mo Lin only felt that if Bai Zhirou really married, the first thing she would do was to stab him on the spot.

"I don't need you to do anything. I'm very happy to marry you." Bai Zhirou shook her head lightly, her eyes were cold, and the murderous aura was still there.

Looking at Bai Zhirou's extremely "happy" look at this moment, Mo Lin sighed in his heart. It's over. This should be a dead end.

"Oh, Sister Zhirou, you are a little too early to be happy. You haven't married yet. Well, let's go back to the room and discuss how to marry." Zhu Ling'er smiled and held Bai Zhirou's hand, laughing.

"Well... Brother Mo, don't be sad. You have a good rest. Look, the matter has been resolved. Leave it to me next. Brother Mo, don't think about it anymore." Zhu Ling'er pulled Bai Zhirou away while admonishing Mo Lin.

"...Okay, I know." Mo Lin nodded. I will try my best to survive. Ling'er, I can't bear to leave you either.

Seeing Bai Zhirou and Zhu Ling'er return to their room, Mo Lin sat cross-legged and entered a state of meditation directly.

Now he urgently wanted to heal his wounds and restore his strength, at least to survive Bai Zhirou's sword.