"Dust Spirit."
Hearing Mo Qingli's voice, Feng Chenling was overjoyed, threw away the hairpin, embraced Mo Qingli with both hands, and responded in surprise, "wife master, wife master, I am here, I am here."
Mo Qingli raised her hand to caress Feng Chenling's face, and smiled softly, "Idiot, I'm fine."
Mo Qinghan, who was standing behind Feng Chenling, did not see Mo Qingli wake up because she was blocked by Feng Chenling, and thought that Mo Qingli was severely injured by herself and fell into a coma.
Also, being hit on the head by Mo Qinghan's stick with internal strength, most people would be seriously injured even if they didn't die.
Seeing that Feng Chenling had dropped the hairpin, Mo Qinghan immediately strode to Feng Chenling's side, raised her hand to grab his arm, and was about to pull it towards her when a cold, temperatureless hand covered her grasp. The hand holding Feng Chenling's arm.
Mo Qinghan looked up along the palm of his hand, and met a pair of eyes that were deep, cold and cruel, even a little bit bloodthirsty, Mo Qinghan involuntarily took two steps back in shock.
At that moment, she felt a breath of death, eerie and horrifying.
"You..." Mo Qinghan wanted to raise the wooden stick in her hand, but found that she had dropped the wooden stick on the ground at some point. Looking at Mo Qingli who was approaching her every step of the way, she raised her hands in the center and swallowed it. Saliva, comforting myself - I am a person who knows martial arts, so hard to be afraid that this stupid woman will fail!
Thinking of this, it seems that I am not so afraid, and I can't feel the breath I just felt. Mo Qinghan laughed at herself - she really made such a fuss, that she would think that idiot Mo Qingli would threaten her, it was ridiculous.
Mo Qinghan mobilized her own internal strength, moved quickly, and slapped Mo Qingli with a palm, "Idiot, die to me."
She roared, with a victor's smile on the corner of her mouth, idiot, anyone who competes with me for a man is in hell, and you are no exception.
But after only a moment, Mo Qinghan's smile froze on her delicate and charming face, and then it crackled all over the ground, replaced by screams of horror.
"Ah—it hurts."
Mo Qingli let go of her hand in disgust, and Mo Qinghan fell limp on the ground. Ni Cui, who was in the distance, hurried over, supported Mo Qinghan, and rubbed her wrist.
"Ah—it hurts." Mo Qinghan pushed Ni Cui away with the other hand, "Get out," and stared at Mo Qingli fiercely.
How could Ni Cui really get out of here, she still bit the bullet and helped Mo Qinghan get up.
To say that the Sixth Princess' attack was really ruthless, and she directly broke the Fourth Princess' wrist. The speed is so fast that people can't believe it. It seems that the rumor that the sixth princess does not know martial arts is false. The sixth princess not only knows martial arts, but is also a master of martial arts. Nicui thought secretly.
Seeing all this, the guard next to him lay on the ground, his clothes were wet with sweat, and his face was pale—it seemed that because of his arrival, the fourth princess beat the head of the sixth princess, and then the sixth princess beat the fourth princess' hand. twisted off. My God, if the queen finds out about this, the lives of my whole family will be lost! It's a pity that I just married my husband not long ago, and I want my husband to be a widow.
Thinking of her charming husband, he looked up at Mo Qingli and Mo Qinghan who were about to continue fighting, the guard gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and said loudly, "Prince, the prince is dead!"