The Northern Wing Emperor was not angry, and his chest was stuffy and uncomfortable being pressed, so he almost rolled his eyes...

"Your Majesty... talk quickly, wuwu..." This was so good that the queen was panicked and cried.

"You..." The Northern Wing Emperor gasped and said a word, staring at the crying woman with a fierce look, and wanted to beat her to death.

"Ah, Master, you've spoken, you finally spoke, woo, scare me to death..."

"Puff." Mu Shishi came from a distance, looked at the scene and the queen's words, and couldn't help laughing. This woman really didn't know what to say about her.

Hearing the laughter, the queen turned around and recognized Mu Shishi, and was immediately angry: "Why are you laughing at?"

"I laugh, I laugh at you for being stupid, I laugh at you for being idiot." She looked at the queen and said, then looked at the North Wing Emperor who was pressed by the big tree: "Ye, isn't this the emperor? What's the situation?"

"You little bitch..."

Mu Shishi's cold eyes immediately made the queen banish her voice.

"You..." The Northern Wing Emperor's face turned pale, and he was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he couldn't speak.

"This is not bad. This emperor has many beauties in the harem. I guess they are all the emperor. How great is it now. The emperor is lowering the tree, so I praise it in seconds." Mu Shishi smiled enchantingly, shook her head and left.

Behind the North Wing Emperor's face was blue and purple, and his eyes were staring at Mu Shishi's back with a "pu" breath, and blood spit out of his mouth...

"emperor……"

"Mu Shishi...you...you...I won't let you go..." A mouthful of blood spurted out, and his suffocating voice came out intermittently.

Mu Shishi left with graceful steps, and the shouts of the North Wing Emperor came from behind. She turned around and looked at the North Wing Emperor who was looking at him from afar, then opened her mouth and laughed.

A arrogant and domineering smile circling throughout the sky.

The Northern Wing Emperor burst into tears. The laughter was a kind of magical sound to him. It was so arrogant that people dare not look down on him. Mu Shishi, Mu Shishi, sooner or later, he will return all the humiliation to her!

Mu Shishi is a full return today. She not only saved Nan Ling'er, but also humiliated the Northern Wing Emperor. The anger in the palace last time made her feel depressed for many days, and now she is just right to let out this breath, how happy she is.

"Why are you so disobedient when you ask me to go home?" Mu Shishi met Bai Mufei who was coming towards her as soon as she left the door.

There was a hint of anxiety on his face and a complaint on his tone.

"The prince has something to invite, but it won't be a loss of your face if he doesn't come." Mu Shishi wrapped her clothes.

"You." Bai Mufei pointed at her forehead: "I still care about face."

Face is not worth it in his eyes.

"If you don't care, that's going to come. He said that the micro pistol was fake, so I naturally wanted to demonstrate." Mu Shishi stood up straight, laughing treacherously.

When Bai Mufei saw her like this, she understood everything and demonstrated it. It seems that she was very successful in demonstration.

"Are you cold?" His wide robe covered her thick body.

"Yeah, a little bit." She drilled into him. It was getting dark and the temperature was already falling.

Bai Mufei hugged her body, lit her toes, and flew up: "Go home."

Go home? Yes, go home!

The word home makes people feel very warm. No matter how much cold wind or how many grievances and contusions you receive outside, home is always the best comfort.

Thinking of her father waiting for her at home and the man beside her, she felt more and more happy.

Bafu Restaurant.

In room No. 1, a man in red sat cross-legged, with white mist faintly emitting her body, and the surroundings were as cold as ice, and the ink method floated slightly toward the surroundings.

Even his clothes were fluttered by the breath, and the red clothes were charming, but what this man gave to people was sacred, like a cold Buddha statue.

"Master." Zhang Yue pushed the door and gave her a bamboo slip.

Mo Qianye closed his eyes tightly, and the breath surrounding his body circled and never went away for a long time.

Zhang Yue half bent over and stretched out the bamboo slips.

After more than ten minutes, the aura on Mo Qianye's body gradually retracted and dissipated. The closed eyes opened, the golden shiny, and his slender fingers stretched out, took the bamboo slip and glanced at it.

"Qianli, I'm looking for a painting recently." The cold voice said in a low voice.

"Yes, Wutong Pavilion has killed a lot of people. If this continues, Wutong Pavilion will definitely become the enemy of some sects."

"There is only one reason why Qianli is searching for such a big shot." Mo Qianye's golden eyes could not see anything unusual.

Qianli is cruel by nature and treats his beloved women so cruel. However, at the same time, his cruelty is love, crazy love...

He was curious about being able to make Qianli love so deeply.

"Master, should we look for the whereabouts of the scroll?" Zhang Yue asked.

Mo Qianye moved his finger and the bamboo slips in his hand turned into ashes, and he said lightly: "No one knows what a woman he looks like in the scroll. Even if the deity wants to find her, she can do nothing."

Zhang Yue's mouth twitched, helpless? When did the master be so unsure of his ability?

Is there nothing I can do? The master doesn't want to help find it. If the master wants to find it, let alone a picture scroll, even ten picture scrolls can be found.

"What should the master think of the matter of Qianli?" Zhang Yue couldn't guess what he meant.

"Let him go." He waved his hand, then lay on the soft couch, closing his eyes.

Painting scroll, Wutong Pavilion lost the painting on the last day, a pair of dark eyes flashed through her mind, and the corners of her cold mouth quietly curled up. She was really capable of stealing things from thousands of miles away from Wutong Pavilion!

Zhang Yue nodded and carefully exited the room.

Second floor, Room 7.

The strong smell of alcohol rushed out of the room, and the good aroma of wine floated on the corridor to make the passing drunks nostalgic.

"Paila..." The sound of the wine jar falling to the ground.

"If you drink, you won't be drunk and don't return." Hua Zeming held a wine jar in his hand, and was already drunk.

The man in white lying on the table had a rosy complexion because of the wine. He groped and picked up the wine jar on the table, raised his head and drank it in big mouthfuls. The wine flowed along his chin and onto his body.

"Haha... good, good, let's drink..." Half drunk and half-deep, she fell to the ground unstable.

"Drink...cough cough..." Yan Chenluo leaned on the bed, his eyes blurred, be drunk, be drunk...

If you are drunk, you will not live so happily. If you are drunk, you will forget many things and many things.

"Haha... I said, how could there be a woman like Mu Shishi in this world? How could there be..." Hua Zeming shook his head and said in a dizzy manner.
Chapter completed!