"Meow..."

"ah!"

A sharp cat moan, coupled with the servant's scream, made everyone unable to help retreat a few steps.

The lower man who turned on the screen was bleeding on his arms, and the cat jumped out along the small window next to him.

Qiu He was shocked and puzzled: "How come the cat raised by the Queen is here?"

Mo Wuyun didn't doubt that he was: "It's just a cat. Maybe he came out to find food and accidentally ran here."

Qiu He nodded: "So, the thief is really not here. Everyone has misunderstood his sister. I just said that my sister is such a good person, how could she do that kind of thing?"

Wen Yao rolled her eyelids secretly. What did she do? What is that kind of thing?

Mo Wujun turned around and looked at Wen Yao. When he saw Wen Yao, he was frightened and shrank into the quilt, and his eyes calmed down slightly.

"Walk."

This time they really left. Before leaving, those people kindly closed Wen Yao's door.

The room became quiet. Wen Yao narrowed his eyes and put the quilt down, ran to the crooked table in the room to eat the already cold food.

The taste was uncommon, and Wen Yao was disgusting.

But she still showed a very delicious look, swallowing her voraciously, and even putting rice grains on her face.

There was no way, the man in black was actually still in the room. Although he could not see the other person, Wen Yao could feel that she believed in her intuition.

Sure enough, after about a stick of incense, Wen Yao ate all the leftovers that had been cold, and the man in black finally appeared.

"What a fool?"

Wen Yao heard the sound and subconsciously looked around.

Seeing that there was no one, she stood up with her head tilted, holding her empty rice bowl in her hand.

But as soon as he turned around, his nose hit a wall of flesh. He couldn't hold the rice bowl in his hand for a moment and fell to the ground with a snap.

Wen Yao looked at the man, then at the broken porcelain bowl on the ground. The two looked at each other for a moment, looking at each other.

She was shocked. She never expected that the other thief who came into this room was Mo Dongliu.

Did he see her killing someone? Did he see her hiding the body?

It must be that there wasn't, otherwise he wouldn't have spoken to her in this tone now.

The two are so close that they are. If a fool is, what kind of reaction will he react so as not to arouse the suspicion of the man in front of him?

With a flash of lightning in his mind, Wen Yao directly raised his greasy hand and slammed Mo Dongliu hard: "You pay me a salary, you pay me a salary!"

He shouted and beat him, almost vomiting blood.

Mo Dongliu narrowed his eyes and grabbed Wen Yao's wrist. Even Wen Yao couldn't escape the force.

Wen Yao has actually discovered the difference between her body. She is a martial arts practitioner. After practicing for so many years, the teacher who taught him told her that if she hadn't been born with a blocked meridian, she would probably be

Her martial arts attainments will definitely be far beyond ordinary people. It is because of this that she has honed her skills in killing people for more and longer than ordinary people.

And her body is born with eight extraordinary meridians and has great power. If she cooperates with her killing skills, she can increase her original combat power by more than ten times.

But today, she met an opponent.

Even if he could push it away with clever force, Wen Yao did not intend to expose his trump card like this.

Mo Dongliu was afraid that those people would be alarmed by Wen Yao and returned, so he directly covered her mouth from behind with his other hand.

The man's magnetic hoarse voice was shaking in his ears.

The sound was tempting: "Be good, don't speak out, I won't hurt you."

Wen Yao sneered in his heart. This was a joke. Don’t think that she had never heard of the dark history of the Eastern King from the Third Prince’s Mansion. This man is a great devil with a strong appearance.

He has ruthless methods and no one who opposes him will end up having a good end.

There was even a saying in the Northern Song Dynasty that it would rather provoke the King of Hell than the King of East.

Wen Yao narrowed his eyes, and while the man was not paying attention, he opened his mouth and bit the man's hand.

In an instant, the smell of blood came to his nose.

Mo Dongliu unconsciously let go of his hand, Wen Yao took advantage of the moment when he was avoiding due to pain and rushed out: "Kill someone, kill..."

Her whole body was numb for a moment, and Wen Yao felt that she could not move anymore.

Her waist and eyes were sore and numb, and she needed a lot of effort to barely move her fingers.

Mo Dongliu took a few steps to her, took her waist and carried her into the room. His beautiful eyebrows and eyes were slightly frowned, obviously having a headache for Wen Yao's situation.

He is a fool, he can't understand his words and cannot respond to common sense.

However, Mo Dongliu thought of a good idea. His slender phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were tempting. For some reason, such a man was not at all vulgar and looked even more charming and beautiful.

Wen Yao quickly withdrew her gaze. She must not be confused by the beauty of the person in front of her.

However, the original owner was a nerd, and his face staring at Mo Dongliu seemed even more dull.

Mo Dongliu was not angry because of her gaze. He still had a good temper and was patient: "Have you seen the person in this portrait?"

It was originally the most irrational thing to ask a fool.

But Mo Dongliu would rather believe that a fool would tell the truth.

He expanded the portrait in his hand, and his tone was stable and friendly: "If I knew, I will buy you the hibiscus cake of Ruifuji."

Wen Yao's eyes lit up.

No... She was not drooling because she heard the three words Furong Cake.

Seeing his portrait unfolding in front of him, Wen Yao wished he could tear it directly, but unfortunately it was useless. Mo Dongliu could obviously draw ten or hundreds of pictures.

Her acupoints had been washed away, and Wen Yao bit her finger and nodded: "See...I've seen it."

"Where is it?"

Mo Dongliu's tone was a little more impatient.

Wen Yao chuckled gently and said to Mo Dongliu: "You look so beautiful. Let me kiss you and I will tell you."

Mo Dongliu: "..."

Wen Yao obviously disgusted him on purpose. Her lips were still stained with blood from Mo Dongliu's hands.

This man is obviously a clean person. His robes are always spotless, and they will not be touched by others.

He had a good show of embarrassment in his heart, and Wen Yao was secretly proud. In this way, Mo Dongliu would inevitably retreat without fighting.

Unfortunately, the next moment, she heard the man's pleasant voice.

"good."

This time it was Wen Yao's turn to be surprised.

But she didn't dare to show it, and she felt nervous inexplicably.

what to do?
Chapter completed!