Su Yue flattened her mouth with a dumbfounded look on her face. Otherwise, Bai Xi's cute little face was only pinched by her father and mother. This old witch, where did she put her hands
Yang Jinpeng hid outside the door and heard the conversation between his mother and Su Qi. He felt bitter in his heart. He was his mother's biological son, but her mother had never spoken to him so tenderly. In his daily life, revenge appeared. Or revenge.
And Su Qi's little appearance made Yang Qingqing laugh.
"By the way, beautiful sister, what's your name? When will beautiful sister send Qi'er home? It's getting late, Qi'er's mother will be worried about Qi'er."
Su Qi knew it was impossible, but still asked innocently. He acted the ignorance of a five-year-old child in a decent way, making people unable to feel any impatience or suspicion.
Yang Qingqing's eyes darkened and he said: "This is very simple. I have already sent a message to your mother, and she will come to pick you up." Yang Qingqing suppressed a smile, thinking of the Eight Mysterious Weapons, and a trace of success flashed in his eyes. .
"Wow! That's great. Qi'er will be able to see his mother in a while!" Su Qi was so happy that he threw the pastry back. It was so unpalatable that he couldn't eat it anymore. It would be best to take this opportunity to throw it away. I just hope that my father will come soon so that he can implement his plan, cooperate with his father and mother inside and outside, and clean up this old witch completely.
In Mingyue Villa, Su Zimo and the others were anxiously waiting for news about Su Qi. She wanted to release Jindie to find Qi'er, but she warned herself again and again to believe in Mu Yunxuan and him.
Chu Yourou sat next to Su Zimo, talking to Su Zimo from time to time, but Su Zimo was in a bad mood and looked indifferent.
At this time, He Yunting stepped over the high threshold and walked in quickly.
Seeing that Chu Yourou was here, I couldn't help but feel a little confused.
When Su Zimo saw him, she frowned and asked, "Yunting, why are you back?"
"Of course I walked back." He Yunting strode to the chair opposite Su Zimo and sat down, saying hello to Nalan Wenhao and Situ Ruoyan!
He picked up a cup from the table, poured a cup of water and poured it into his stomach. After drinking it, he purred comfortably, "I hurried back when I heard the news about Qi'er's accident. I'm so thirsty." .”
After quenching his thirst, he tilted his head and looked at his bed, Su Zimo: "Momo, is there no news about Qi'er yet?"
Su Zimo looked away lightly, "Not yet, Yun Xuan knows where Qi'er is and has already led people to rescue Qi'er."
When He Yunting heard this, he froze, "Hey! Hey! Hey...! Momo, this is not your style. The one you lost is your son."
If he hadn't believed in Mu Yunxuan, Momo would not have been able to sit here and wait anxiously at this moment. Mu Yunxuan finally entered Momo's heart. That was fine, Mu Yunxuan was rich and powerful, and Mo Mo Mo won’t have to work so hard in the future.
Su Zimo glanced at He Yunting and said nothing. This was indeed not her style. If it was normal, she would have come to kill him long ago.
"Momo, why are you ignoring me again?"
He Yunting took out a golden fan and fanned his handsome face, which was red from running, in an attempt to relieve the fever.
"Manager, someone broke into the treasure pavilion."
Liu Yue walked in hurriedly.
Upon hearing this, Chu Yourou clenched her hands into fists nervously.
The arc of her movements was a bit large, and Su Zimo sitting next to her also felt it.
"Is there another person who is not afraid of death and breaks into the treasure pavilion?" He Yunting showed a bitter expression. How could these damn people find things for him to do
"Isn't my butt warm yet?"
He Yunting looked at Liu Yue with a grimace on his face.
Liu Yue said nothing quietly, waiting for Su Zimo's instructions.
He Yunting tilted his head sharply and saw Su Zimo looking at him quietly. Being stared at by her like this, He Yunting waved his hand helplessly: "Okay, Momo, I'm going to the Treasure Pavilion right now. Who is this bastard who is not afraid of death? He dares to act wild in Mingyue Villa in broad daylight. He must be I feel like my life is enough.”
He Yunting followed Liu Yue, nagging angrily.
"Mo'er, should we go over and take a look." Nalan Wenhao asked worriedly.
"Dad, no need. As long as you enter the Treasure Pavilion, no matter how good your cultivation is, you will never come back."
Su Zimo was not worried about this. Seeing Chu Yourou's nervous expression next to her, she was not worried about who was going to the Treasure Pavilion. She can rest assured that Yunting will handle it.
"Is the owner's treasure pavilion really so powerful that you can't get out after entering it?" A flash of joy flashed in Chu Yourou's heart, how wonderful it would be if King Yu really died in the treasure pavilion!
In Siyu Pavilion, Murong Shaofeng sat under the octagonal pavilion.
Zhu Yan walked in and said happily: "Your Highness, Your Highness guessed it right. Something happened to Qi'er. King Yu took advantage of the fact that everyone in the village was focused on Qi'er, and he really went to the Treasure Pavilion."
Zhu Yan said with a smile on his face, King Yu seemed smart and capable, but not as thoughtful and thoughtful as their gentle and elegant His Highness.
"Momo's Treasure Pavilion has always been gone, and King Yu has fallen into a big trap this time."
Murong Shaofeng smiled, with a trace of cunning flashing in his eyes. His ability to escape countless pursuits by King Yu for so many years was based on his understanding of King Yu, wasn't it
"Has Yun Ting passed?"
Murong Shaofeng asked casually.
The jade hands with clear joints were drawing circles on the stone table.
"It has passed."
Suddenly, the smile on Murong Shao Fengjun's face widened even more, "Then let's go over and appreciate King Yu's expression!"
Murong Shaofeng stood up and upon closer inspection, there was a hint of evil on his gentle and elegant face.
In a separate courtyard outside the city, a nurse walked in hurriedly.
"Oops, door master, someone broke in."
When Su Qi heard this, he blinked. It was hard to believe that his father and mother came to save him, hehe! Then you can work together with your father. When he was walking around, he had already poisoned the courtyard. As for this old woman, her cultivation level is too high, but he also has a way to poison her. Now his whole body is covered with poison. And when the old woman pinched him, she was already poisoned.
"Take this child out. Anyone who dares to break into other courtyards will be killed by our sect leader."
Yang Qingqing ordered viciously, but her eyes looked like Su Qi. These lovely children would never survive more than a few hours in her hands. Su Zimo had three children. If Su Zimo handed over the Eight Mysterious Weapons, she could He considered letting them live for a few more days, but if Su Zimo didn't hand over the Eight Mysterious Weapons, she would kill her children one by one.
"Yes, Sect Master." Huyuan just turned around, and a burst of mysterious energy was injected into his brows. Huyuan rolled his eyes and fell to the ground dead.
"Ah!" Yang Qingqing stood up in surprise.
Mu Yunxuan's figure quickly passed by Su Qi and held her in his arms.
He looked at Yang Qingqing coldly.
"How did you get here?" Yang Qingqing couldn't figure it out. The people around the other courtyard were all people at the peak of the Shenxuan stage. How could they attack the other courtyard so quickly.
"Qi'er, are you okay?" Mu Yunxuan ignored Yang Qingqing's question and only cared about whether his son was okay.
"Dad, with Qi'er's intelligence, how could he let himself get into trouble?" Su Qi smiled proudly.
Looking at that gloating smile, a trace of doubt flashed in Yang Qingqing's heart.
"What did you do?" Yang Qingqing didn't believe that a child who was only five years old could have scheming intentions.
Su Qi smiled proudly, "Haha! You old witch, you will have to pay a price if you dare to catch me. Those masters of yours who are at the peak of the Mystic Stage have now lost their profound energy and are like useless people. And you, didn't you pinch me just now? If you touch my cheek, you will soon lose your vitality."
"When did you poison him?" Yang Qingqing was a little unbelievable. If someone poisoned him, she would know it immediately because she was also an alchemist.
"When I went out to relieve myself and when you pinched my cheek just now, I smelled the stench on your body and knew that your cultivation level was also very high and that you were an alchemist. I was thinking of some way to poison you. What? I didn’t expect you to deliver it to your door yourself."
Hearing this, Yang Qingqing's eyes turned ferocious.
"How dare you drug the leader of this sect?" Yang Qingqing fell down on the chair, a little unbelievable that she would fall into the hands of a child.
At this time, Qing Feng walked in, "Holy Lord, we took care of all those people without any effort."
"Mu Yunxuan, do you dare to touch my sect leader's people?"
When Yang Qingqing heard this, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes. She had spent many years training people at the peak of the Mysterious Divine Stage, and yet they killed them effortlessly
"Before touching my son, you should think of the price you will have to pay after doing so."
Mu Yunxuan sneered. Yang Qingqing has always been arrogant. Even the disciple he taught, Ji Yu, is the same. However, he will never underestimate the enemy and is still on guard against Yang Qingqing. Yang Qingqing has been creating Tianmen for many years. Lao Jianju slips. This time , she may have tried it out, but they said no.
"Dad, Qi'er still thinks it will be a thrilling day? This old witch is too vicious, dad must kill her, otherwise, she will use some tricks to deal with us."