Chapter 210

Chu Yunyao hugged Bai Diao, turned her body to one side, and dodged Mo Jinlan's attack lightly.

Unable to succeed with one blow, Mo Jinlan refused to let go, shook his long whip, and swung it towards Chu Yunyao again.

Chu Yunyao turned around and dodged it, holding the white sable in one hand, and grabbed the horned short knife hung on the wooden screen for decoration with the other hand, and held it in her hand.

Mo Lingyuan was very impatient, afraid that Chu Yunyao would be injured, and wanted to help, but the warlord firmly clamped his wrists.

Mo Zhongtian stood beside Mo Lingyuan, lowered his voice, and said threateningly: "In the study, didn't you keep saying that she had no intention of harming you? Now is her chance to prove herself.

Don't think that you take all the responsibility on yourself. The deaths of Zeng Jiali's three people have nothing to do with her.

What happened in your house that night, I know no less than you.

The first time I saw the girl, I knew she was not a little girl who had never seen the world.

Even if a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, it shouldn't look back at me with such calm eyes.

As long as she has no intention of hurting you, it doesn't matter if she is Chu Qingze's daughter, let alone not Chu Qingze's daughter.

I can tolerate her.

If she can be your help, I will certainly be more happy to see it succeed.

But if she drags you back, even if you sever the father-son relationship with me, I won't keep her..."

"Father, she is innocent." Mo Lingyuan said in a low voice, the muscles on his arms stretched, and blue veins emerged.

"From the moment she married into the Young Marshal's Mansion, she is no longer innocent." Mo Zhongtian stared at Chu Yunyao with dark eyes, with an expression of ambiguity on his solemn face.

I can't figure out whether to appreciate more, to test more, or to be confused and wary.

Or, a combination of several.

Qin Zhirou saw Mo Lingyuan being tightly held down by Mo Zhongtian, both of them looked unhappy, as if they were arguing, the gloom in their hearts dissipated a lot.

This smelly girl is not a guy who plays cards according to the routine at all.

He doesn't shy away from what he does.

In front of the warlord, he didn't show any kindness and flattery that he should have.

She is even more aware of her daughter Mo Jinlan's strength. Since she was a child, she has dreamed of being able to serve in the army on behalf of her father like Hua Mulan.

The majestic dance of a long whip made many men flinch.

Originally, she disapproved of girls being too aggressive, but now that Chu Yunyao, who was being beaten by Mo Jinlan, retreated repeatedly, and she didn't even have the strength to fight back, Qin Zhirou felt quite proud in her heart.

This little bastard who is neither big nor small and has never seen the world, should be given some color and taught a lesson to let her know what is called respect and etiquette.

The second whip was deftly avoided by Chu Yunyao, and Mo Jinlan felt completely humiliated.

No woman has ever escaped three whips in her hands.

When Mo Jinlan whipped out for the third time, he struck out so fast and hard that he could even hear the empty sound of the whip piercing the airflow.

Chu Yunyao took a few steps back, barely standing still.

The long whip fell on the china next to the pear wood cabinet.

The Song Dynasty porcelain vase engraved with the three friends of Suihan was broken into pieces.

Still unscathed, Chu Yunyao stretched out three fingers to Mo Jinlan and reminded, "The third trick."

"It's only three tricks. Today, I must show you how powerful I am." Mo Jinlan became angry from embarrassment.

"As a brother and sister-in-law, I will let you do three tricks, benevolent and righteous." Chu Yunyao protected the white sable with one hand, and clenched the horned dagger with the other, "It's still too late for you to withdraw your whip and admit your mistake."