Chapter 997: Save Mobson

Thirty meters away, Shegu was lazy and elegantly sitting in a golden yellow, carved dragon chair.
Next to him, what Cheng Wanduo did was a chair with a phoenix pattern.
On both sides of them, there is a small table with a fruit, water, and flower tea.
Behind them, there are bodyguards to fight for them.
They are like the emperor and the queen, sitting there and watching the sinner.
Cheng Wanduo took a bunch of green raisins, ate slowly, squinting at the eyes, faintly looking at the front of Mobson.
How much blood did this man have?
She ate the raisins, and after 30 meters, she smelled a smell.
Mugu's elbows were held on the table next to him, holding the cheekbones, and the slightly raised lips, looking at Mobosen with a smile.
Such Mobson, he is very satisfied.
In K, what happens when he wants to take him.
Moreover, he is not afraid of his grandfather to find the door, because he broke into the door of his wife's room in the middle of the night.
For a man who wants to steal his wife, he should teach.
"Mu brother!" A sudden and sharp voice suddenly broke the silence here.
Huang Ling, who was framed by two bodyguards, saw Mobson tied to the tree. Her heart was like a knife and she screamed.
Seeing Mobson drop his head, the black clothes are all wet, she thought he was dead.
She struggled to rush, but the two burly bodyguards held her tightly, and her struggles were all in vain.
"Mobson!" Huang Ling called Mobson, she was afraid of cold sweats.
"Bring it over." The faint voice of Mumu sounded.
The tone is not big, but it is full of majesty.
His voice instantly caught Huang Ling's gaze.
Huang Ling looked over fiercely and stared at him: "Shemu, you killed him?!"
The shame of the face of the pastoral, the sneer of the corner of the mouth is getting thicker and thicker.
"He is still not dead." Cheng Wandu smiled charmingly, watching Huang Ling being dragged over.
"Two animals!" Huang Ling stared angrily at the pastoral: "The president like you, one day, will die even worse than Cheng Jianxin!"
"I don't die badly. This is not something you should care about. You should care about your brother." The old-fashioned look looked at Huang Ling slowly.
Huang Ling was shocked and looked at Mobson.
The weak Mobson heard her voice and tried to raise her head and look at her.
His eyes were covered by the bangs in front of him, and the bangs were wet and dripping with water drops.
Huang Ling couldn't see his eyes, but he saw the lips he raised.
When Huang Ling saw it, her heart hurt, her breath was stagnation, her legs were soft.
He is laughing with her, he is telling her that he is fine -
"The calves, knees, thighs, shot a shot. The abdomen, chest, arms, shoulders cut a knife, the back of the scorpion smashed the skin, the head hit a few times, no concussion, but also bleeding. He has been Tied up for forty minutes." Mu Gu looked at Huang Ling with a smile: "Next, he is dead or alive, it depends on you."
Huang Ling was shocked and pale, and she yelled at the pastoral: "Mixed eggs, why do you want to do this? Why?!"
The pastoral light is cold and cold: "Because he broke into my house last night, I want to take you away."
"..." Huang Ling heard, the whole person was shocked.
She looked at Mobson in shock, he wants to save her?
Doesn't she say that he should not do this?
That is the tiger's hole in the pastoral, he sneaked in, not to die?