Chapter 892

"Are you really so determined?"

Mo Xichao stared at Mo Xiyan for a long time, square face, coldly said, "seventh Lord, is it really based on Mo Xiyan's words?"

"Naturally, my words prevail. Don't cherish the tide. Are you questioning me or the king?"

Mo Xiyan was also impolite and directly opposed the past. After saying that, he looked up and down contemptuously at Mo Xichao and snorted, "I think you'd better go back quickly and tell your master about it, so that your master won't blame you and you can't afford it."

When she spoke, the sixth day in charge of driving the car had stood behind her, with a solemn momentum.

This makes Mo Xichao play the drum again in his heart.

Before, he thought Murong Yu would say that, but on the surface, he gave Mo Xiyan some face.

Generally speaking, there are some men who give in for their own good.

But there are really no people like Murong Yu who haven't spoken any more until now.

This makes him have to think that Mo Xiyan may really be able to fully represent Murong Yu.

And will not let the seventh Lord suspect or annoy him.

On this thought, when he looked at Mo Xiyan's eyes again, he inevitably dyed some colors.

At the same time, in my heart, I dare not question her again.

"Why don't you roll?" Mo Xiyan saw Mo Xichao standing there and walked away, so he guessed that he was probably thinking about what to do next?

Of course she wouldn't give him such a chance.

So Leng Bu Ding shouted, "do you still want me to release our prince and throw you back in person?"

She smiled and threatened. She really didn't look very powerful.

But she took Murong Yu in her words, and the weight of this words was really heavy.

This makes Mo Xichao have to weigh it up.

In terms of force value, he really can't compare with Murong Yu.

No, it's not just Murong Yu. Even the young man standing behind Mo Xiyan may not be the opponent of the other party.

Because just relying on the momentum of the other party is enough to bring him a heavy sense of oppression.

That is the rolling of strength and the absolute suppression of momentum.

In this way, Mo Xichao has to weigh up whether he has the ability to face Mo Xiyan.

Of course, the answer is yes.

Neither dare nor can.

Thinking of this, Mo Xichao barely maintained his momentum, took a calm attitude, looked at Mo Xiyan indifferently, "I hope you don't bring the seven kings of your family into the ditch. You don't even know how to die."

"Hahaha, you don't have to worry about your son's death and my prince won't die."

Mo Xiyan laughed, waved to Mo Xichao and sneered, "and you can roll."

"You!"

"Step back."

Don't cherish the moisture. Just when he wanted to start, he banged and drew his sword at each other on the sixth day of the ninth day. He had to step back and swallow the anger in his heart.

"Don't cherish Yan. You won't be proud for a few days."

He turned over and mounted the horse. His heart was unwilling to stare at Mo Xiyan coldly and angrily said, "we'll see."

"Oh, I'll see you later. Take your time."

Mo Xiyan nodded carelessly and waved, "Oh, yes, be careful. After all, it's not peaceful recently."

Mo Xichao, who had just walked a short distance, pulled the reins fiercely and looked back at Mo Xiyan. The bottom of his eyes turned vaguely. Only then did he bite his teeth and turn away again.

The people he brought also followed him and quickly disappeared at a fork in the road not far away.

"It's boring."

Mo Xiyan jumped back to the carriage. Before he could stand still, he was pulled into his arms by Murong Yu, and then imprisoned in his arms, half leaning on the cushion together.

"Murong Yu, you're here again."

Because of her habit, she was surprised. She just stared at Murong Yu reluctantly to vent.

"Don't you like it?" Murong Yu was righteous.

By this time, the carriage had moved slowly again.

The sixth day of junior high school had very high driving skills and was very stable. Mo Xiyan didn't feel much bumps.

Therefore, Mo Xiyan doesn't care too much about the stopping and driving of the carriage.

But the man's words made her feel a nameless fire again.

"Are you going to eat me like this?" she turned around, lit Murong Yu with her index finger and said angrily.

"Hum, be careful I kill you." she glanced down and smiled.

"If you're not afraid to affect our happiness, you can try." Murong Yugou hooked her slender waist hand, made a fierce effort, instantly narrowed the distance between the two to zero, then leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I'm looking forward to it."

These five words, like flowing directly from Murong Yu's mouth, with its warm breath, infiltrated little by little from the skin, gradually slipped into her heart, into her soul, and then took bursts of light trembling.

This man is poisonous and has irresistible charm.

Don't cherish this. Yan knew it long ago and knew it long ago.

But somehow, even after a long time with him, even if it was clear that he was such a person.

Every time, she still couldn't resist his charm. It was like being poisoned by him. She couldn't get rid of it.

No, more than that.

She even seemed to fall in love with the poison. When he released the poison, she sometimes took the initiative to meet him?

Is this love?

Mo Xi Yan covers his heart with a hot face and feels that he has gone too far.

Just then, the carriage stopped again.

From outside the car came the voice of dialogue between the sixth day and the gatekeeper.

"Who are you? Do you have permission to enter?"

Entrance permit? Mo Xiyan heard it for the first time, and naturally there was no one on the sixth day of the ninth day.

So he asked suspiciously, "what's that?"

"Hum, you don't have one."

The gatekeeper spoke rather impolitely. He knocked on the notice posted on the city wall with the handle of his knife, and said impatiently again, "open your dog's eyes and have a good look. This is the permission statement."

Then he looked at the so-called permission note on the sixth day of the ninth day.

Because of curiosity, Mo Xi Yan also got up slightly, opened a corner of the window shade cloth and looked at the other end.

The words on the notice were large enough to be clear from her external point of view.

Just the words written on the notice, she really knows everyone, but when they are combined, she can't help but ask Murong Yu, "come and have a look. What and what are these?"

Murong Yu leaned up and looked in the direction of Mo Xi Yan's finger. After a few seconds, the bottom of his eyes was slightly dark, "it seems that something has really happened to Liao City."

Words fall, he took Mo Xiyan back to his original position again, and said to the sixth day of the first day, "the sixth day of the first day, we turn around."