Chapter 2018: Not worthy of worship

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"Sister, what are you doing?"
Mo Shanghua glanced at the closed door of the ancestral hall, and the lips sneered a mocking smile. "You deliberately take people away, is it to show me the drama alone?"
After a pause, her eyes were cold and she pulled the scorpion hard. "You and Liu Bohan are not worthy of her blessing, not to worship her, or..."
She deliberately lengthened her voice and sneered at her face. "Anyone in this hall, you are not worthy of worship."
Liu Yan was not surprised. He opened the hand of the stranger and wiped the tears on his face. He said: "How is the match, how about not accompanying it?"
Her lips smirked and smiled. "As you are, the person who is the most qualified to worship is not qualified."
The flowers on the street were calm and calm, and the red lips were cold and cold. "Then you have to hold it, never show your feet. After all, this richness of the sky is not easy to hold."
Liu Yan’s face is unchanged and his face is smiling.
You are relieved. This is the lady of the house. I am very comfortable and will continue to do it.

After the arrival, the marriage of the wind and the scenery is so rich and prosperous.
It’s fascinating to think about it.
Mo Shanghua obviously didn't want to pay attention to her idiot dreaming, and her voice turned sharply. "I only ask you one, my mother is not killing you."
Liu Yan seems to have reverted to the purely good-hearted Xiangfu Qianjin, and his face is innocent. "What is your sister talking about? Mother... isn’t it harmful to you?"
Moss spent most of her disgust on her appearance. She took her straight and pressed her back to the ground, putting her in front of the board.
"I ask again, you only say, is it that you kill?"
Liu Yan did not expect that the flowers on the stranger would directly press her here to force the question, and all the camouflage was torn in an instant.
When she struggled, she endured the panic and screamed: "Hey, what do you want to do! I am a well-deserved daughter. How dare you take me, Liu Bohan will not let you go!"
Yes, she must not dare!
If she dares, she will have no chance to turn over this time!
She is going to be buried!
Thinking of this, she has calmed down a lot and gradually controlled her emotions.
The brows on the stranger did not wrinkle, and they were not busy exerting their strength. They only secluded: "If you are not afraid of provoke people and ruin the image of your painstaking efforts, you will continue to scream."
After a pause, her voice rang softly. "Yes, I didn't tell you? I have the means, I tortured it out. If you don't say it, I will let you try it one by one."
How dare she! How dare she!
Liu Yan had just stabilized a lot of emotions and then got chaotic again. Under the fear and horror, the body shivered.
Moss flowers but did not care, vacated a hand, pressed her with one hand, the other hand did not know how, the trick was generally pulled out a silver needle.
Under the faint candlelight, the more invented by the silver needle.
Liu Yu has cultivated a substitute for a flower on his own. He does not learn martial arts because the martial arts person is light in weight and will only reveal the stuff when he walks.
Second, although there is no martial arts, she can still experience some necessary training.
For example, how to help the master keep a secret...