Chapter 1493: Extra 21

"Follow me! What do you want to do with me?" Mo Qingfeng glared at Zhao Minjing, with a scornful smile on his lips.
"Mu Qingfeng, you...you can't die, you will be retribution!" Zhao Minjing turned his head, his face was all bloody, his eyes were hot, he hated cursing, and there were some female ghosts who complained.
Mo Qingfeng walked nearly two steps, standing beside Zhao Minjing, looking at her condescendingly, and the beauty was all contemptuous. "I didn't do bad things, what retribution? When you and me agreed with me, are there any? I thought I would be retribution? Look, this is what you count for my retribution. I am only using his own way and treating his own body. Is this also wrong? If I don’t, I am joke today. Isn't it just me who was driven out of the house? You fell to this point today, you have to blame yourself for your blame, and you have to be a good man in the Eight Kings House. Why do you have to go with me? You want to know why you will be taken off. Isn’t Chu Muchen not petting you, not that you are not guilty, but because of karma, you are being robbed of the government today.

This stupid woman will die, the last time she killed the ghost, and Mo Qingfeng did not kill her, it means to spare her life.
However, she was restless. She was thinking about how to calculate people all night and night. Is Qian Qingfeng bully?
She once swore that people don't commit her, she doesn't commit crimes, and if she commits her, she doubles back.
When Mo Qingfeng stood there, the beauty became more and more indifferent. Today, she is coming to end the life of Zhao Minjing. Such a stupid woman lives in this world. It will only happen if she does not die today. His day must be a curse.
"You obviously have finished drinking the pot of wine, how can it be okay?!" Zhao Minjing suddenly felt the gloomy cold that came out of her body, and could not help but make a nap.
She saw her drinking the pot of wine and a cup of wine, why would she be fine?
Now she is somewhat regretful to provoke the style of ink, if she does not listen to the ink purple, she is still the three ladies in the Eight Kings House, there are people waiting around, leaving the rich and wealthy.
Why do you want to fight with Mo Qing?
Even if she is Wang Hao, Wang Ye does not favor her, Yi Yunyun is dead, her life in the house is better, why should she come to the front of this female devil?
"Because I am capable enough." Mo Qingfeng smiled, but the beauty did not have any temperature, but also with a hint of contempt.
"You are not the wind of the wind! You are a monster!" After Zhao Minjing calmed down, he rushed to the ink and wind.
"I am the ink of the Qing Dynasty, the innocence of the ink wind." Mo Qing wind smiled, "Zhao Minjing, now regret it? You should not provoke me at the beginning."
"You, you don't want to be too early!" Zhao Minjing's voice was a little trembling, thinking that she was leaving the house, even if she was a female devil, she would not have to be afraid of her, and she would have to go to the ground, she resentfully smacked ink. Qing Feng said loudly: "You killed the second lady and took me out of the house. Do you think that there is no woman fighting with you in the house? You are not too proud of the style of the air, Wang Ye has been remembering the princess of the Sichuan, the king must She will marry her, she is the real king!"
"Who is Wang Haoguan? What is it about me? Tell you, I am not a rare character of the Eight Kings." Mo Qingfeng bent down, 眸华森冷, gently patted Zhao Minjing's face coldly and said: "You have been I want to be a king, but unfortunately you don't have this opportunity. Go below and go to the donkey."
After the completion of the language, Yan Hua was even more sullen, patted Zhao Minjing's index finger slightly curved, sharp nails gently stroked, Zhao Minjing's white face suddenly had a shallow wound, the wound was bloody.
Zhao Minjing didn't feel pain, but was scared by the words behind the back of Mo Qingfeng. She couldn't help but tremble. She looked at her with horror. She saw her Shuguangsen as cold as Shura, and her body shook even more. ……Do not kill me……"
She doesn't want to die, she wants to live.
Mo Qingfeng took back her hand, and the wind smacked a glance at the index finger that scratched her cheek. The nail clipped her skin. She gently bounced it and gently blew it. Even the ugly yin and yang face can be seen. Her movements are elegant and noble, with a bit of enchanting.
Chu Muchen, who stood on the wall, was suddenly gloomy, close to the thin lips, and looked at the ugly woman at the moment.
Mo Qingfeng got up, took a clap, twisted his waist, and walked away with a lotus step.
Zhao Minjing's pale face flashed a bit of a strange, this female devil is not going to kill her? Just gone like this?
Suddenly, she returned to God and found that she had not lost her life. She immediately got up, picked up the burden on the ground, and endured the pain from her chest. She ran and stumbled.
Just ran out of the house, Zhao Minjing panted, the more the chest was stuffy, the sweat on his forehead slipped down the cheeks and flowed to the wound, causing the pain.
Zhao Minjing casually reached out and touched it. Suddenly, he looked at the palm of his hand and had blood on his palm!
Is her face hurt?
Suddenly flashed the smirk of the moment when Mo Qingfeng shot her face. Her heart tightened and reached out to touch the painful position again. I didn't touch it. This touch, the whole face hurts, and the blood flow is not limited.
what happened?
What did Mo Qingfeng do to her?
Zhao Minjing squinted at her face. The blood on her face flowed like a blood vessel bursting. Zhao Minjing, who was flustered and resentful, wanted to go back and ask her to Qingqing. She just turned around and the heart hurt so she could not breathe and her body suddenly stiffened.
The double sighs changed the resentment just now, and it was replaced by fear. She wanted to move. The body was so stiff that she could not move. The throat seemed to have a hard object blocking, and the throat could not, and could not breathe.
The stiff body slowly fell backwards, his eyes wide open, his eyes full of fear, and his consciousness became blurred.
In the ear, the sound of the cold and cold ice of the ink is heard, and the following is going to give the king of the king a small...

Du Wenjun was like a wind, and came to stand next to Chu Muchen. After a deep look at Chu Muchen, he followed the eyes of Chu Muchen to see the purple shadow.
"What happened to her?" Chu Muchen asked coldly.
Du Wenjun flashed a touch of complexity at the bottom. "Mrs. Zhao just died on the street when she left the house. She was stiff and full of horror. It made people feel that she was frightened and overkill."
As soon as Chu Muchen heard it, Yu Hua suddenly became cold.
Mo Qingfeng is like a stepping flower, walking at a brisk pace, thinking that she will return to the cold water pavilion. She wants to eat a good meal, and then enters the space will dominate the world. Recently, she likes to stay inside and does not come out, from the space, she It is a very important thing to do.
Suddenly, she was a body, frowning, how could the air float with this familiar fragrance?
Yan Hua was cold and turned sharply. Chu Muchen, who was in Tsing Yi, stood on the wall above her. Yan Hua looked at her coldly, and her eyes were like swallowing her.
Mo Qingfeng was slightly surprised. She was always keenly aware of the surrounding environment and what happened. She was very vigilant. Even if there were ants crawling on the ground, she could detect it.
When did Chu Muchen follow her?
What did she see about Zhao Minjing?
If not, why should he use her eyes to see her?
Mo Qingfeng squatted a little, and when he saw it, he saw that it was not something that was unspeakable. "Eight lords, are you going to keep track of me without any trouble?"
"Who are you?" Chu Muchen's voice is very cold, like a thousand years of cold rivers.
"墨卿风." Mo Qingfeng also returned to him three words coldly, who else can she be?
"I don't know how!"
As his voice just fell, Mo Qingfeng noticed a powerful murderous attack. She was cold, her toes were light, and her body jumped up and fell on the roof behind her.
Hey!
At the moment when her body was off the ground, the position of the station was suddenly hit by a powerful cyclone, and the ground shook, and even the walls next to it shattered.
Chu Muchen was slightly horrified, but he did not expect him to move so fast, and Mo Qingfeng could avoid it.
Mo Qingfeng stood on the roof, a gust of wind blew, purple clothes, blue silk, and looked coldly at Chu Muchen, sneer a smile, said: "eight princes, pity Xiang Xiyu do not understand? You are really embarrassing to me. ""
Chu Muchen ignored her ridicule and still asked coldly: "Speaking of your true identity, the king will spare you not to die!"
She said that she was a gentleman, and he believed that she was a gentleman?
Everything in Mofu can't escape his palm, let alone the seven Miss of Mofu?
The life of Mo Qingfeng was placed there. He investigated very clearly. He was weak and incompetent, timid and afraid of things. He was raised in the squat, how can he know how to poison? How come this is repaired?
Even if the timid Miss Ms. Seven understands medicine, it is absolutely impossible to martial arts. Since she was "resurrected", it is completely different from the previous Mo Qingfeng. No matter the tone of speech or the way of doing things, they are completely different people. How does he believe in savvy, they are the same person?
Mo Qingfeng's lips and corners outline a very deep ridicule. "Chu Muchen, am I laughing at you stupid or laughing? Are you obsessed? If I don't want to tell you, how many times you ask is useless."
"It seems that you are acknowledging? You are not the wind of the wind!" The cold voice rang, palms force, slammed into the ink wind.
The ink of the Qing dynasty swept away, avoiding the murderousness, she had not had time to make a move, and it was a murderous attack.
The man, who is so quick and so embarrassed about a woman, really wants to take her life?
Mo Qingfeng avoided a wave of attacks. The body just stood firm, and both palms gathered their skills. Then they flew up and rushed, and the speed was as fast as the wind, attacking Chu Muchen.
At this time, she only had one thought. Since this man is so embarrassed, don't blame her for being indifferent. If he is not dead, how can he spare her?
Chu Muchen did not escape, he wanted to try her skill, still standing on the wall, coldly watching her like a blast, when she approached, his palm suddenly gathered the internal force to palm and hard with her, two The powerful and deadly force of the road collided and made a loud noise. The body of Mo Qingfeng was bounced out, the chest suddenly felt a pain, and the mouth suddenly had blood flowing out.