Chapter 313

"Why doesn't anyone dare to come?"

Don't cherish Yan's great momentum. Just standing there has frightened these fake monks.

All the young monks shook their heads and stepped back.

They told Mo Xiyan with practical actions.

They really dare not.

Mo Jingyuan was even more stunned.

Although as early as when Mo Xiyan left the prime minister's house, she had found that she had changed.

But it is far from being more intuitive and shocking.

Even, just standing behind Mo Xiyan, she felt pressure.

Not to mention the monks?

"In that case, Miss Ben won't accompany you."

Mo Xiyan snorted, turned around, opened the main hall door, and strode out. The whole process was like flowing clouds and flowing water, neat and natural.

In the twinkling of an eye, it disappeared at the gate of the hall.

She, she just left?

"Ah, sister!"

Mo Jingyuan panicked and hurriedly chased out.

But before she ran out of the hall door, her right knee was hit by a heavy object.

"Ah!"

She gave a cry of pain and fell to the ground.

She turned in horror and looked back. What caught her eyes was the group of monks coming towards her.

Fear is like countless poisonous vines, climbing up her body from the center of her feet, along her lower legs, and finally hitting her heart.

"You, don't come here!"

Mo Jingyuan stared at the monks in horror and kept retreating.

I was hoping that Mo Xiyan could come back and save her.

Although she also knows that this is unlikely.

But she was her last hope.

"Miss Mo, since your sister has left, you can stay and finish the ceremony we agreed."

The old monk lay on the ground and stared at her with pity.

Mo Jingyuan is too familiar with such eyes.

Both the prince and the two middle-aged men looked at themselves with such eyes.

There were too many people on the other side. When they came together, her heart was also occupied by the emotion called despair.

"No, no, no, don't come near me. I'm your employer. Yes, you've already received my money. How can you turn against me?"

In the face of danger, Mo Jingyuan's brain suddenly flew around and shouted at the monks.

"Moreover, I am the favorite daughter of the Prime Minister of the current Dynasty and the Crown Princess appointed by the crown prince. I, I promise, if you dare to touch me, they will kill you."

The more she spoke, the more confident she was, and the fear in her heart was slowly diluted by this confidence.

Mo Jingyuan stared at the monks, stood up a little and smiled at them fiercely, "yes, you should have known Miss Ben's background when you took my business. Then you should know whether what I said is true or false."

Unfortunately, the old monk really hasn't investigated the identity of Mo Jingyuan.

Otherwise, even if he borrowed ten courage, he would not dare to deal with this business, let alone touch Mo Jingyuan and Mo Xiyan.

At this time, it was precisely because they had not investigated, so he felt that the woman was just making a show.

"Oh, that's interesting."

The old monk laughed, stared at Mo Jingyuan, raised his right hand and ordered, "help me up."

The two little monks standing beside him hurried forward, mixed with him, put him under his arms and helped him to stand up.

Mo Jingyuan looked at the old monk and felt more and more uneasy.

She instinctively stepped back. She didn't want to step on the threshold, slip and fall to the ground again.

Before Mo Jingyuan could react, the old monk came up to her with the help of two young monks, looked down at her, and raised a sarcastic arc at the corners of his mouth.

"Stop, don't come again."

Behind Mo Jingyuan is the threshold. The threshold of the main hall of the temple is much higher than ordinary ones.

That she just wanted to quit, but she couldn't get over it.

She tried to lift herself up and back up, but failed again.

"Tut Tut, look at our Miss mo. I feel sorry for her."

The old monk stepped on her skirt and stopped her in the same place.

Mo Jingyuan's face turned pale instantly, and the three extreme emotions of panic, shock and fear grabbed her heart.

Mo Jingyuan, who was in extreme fear, shouted angrily at the old monk again, "I warn you, if you know what to do, just let me leave, or I will let my father and the crown prince burn you together with this temple."

"Yo Yo, listen, this Miss Mo said she was going to shovel us together?"

The old monk looked around and then turned his attention to Mo Jingyuan. "Do you think we will be afraid of death?"

Mo Jingyuan felt numb when they stared at her.

The fear in her heart suddenly increased. She was surprised that she was like a fish, placed on a huge occupation board, waiting for these monks to slaughter.

No, no, she's the prime minister's daughter.

How could she fold it here?

The great panic destroyed all the last reason in her heart.

She was very, crazy and constantly tearing up her skirt.

Now her only purpose is to pull the stepped skirt out of the soles of the old monk's feet.

"It's not so easy to run."

Seeing this, the little monk standing on the side of the old monk hurried forward to stop her movement.

Just as he was about to come forward, a hand stood in front of him.

"Boss, you..."

"No, we'll just wait and see a good play."

The old monk's eyes fell on Mo Jingyuan's skirt.

The little monk didn't understand. As soon as he looked along his line of sight, he understood the old monk's intention in only a second.

"What the boss said is, we'll wait for a good play."

Other people with doubts on their faces also looked at Mo Jingyuan, and then combined with the two people's dialogue, they immediately understood.

All showed a clear, expectant and excited smile