"Second uncle, you are acting like a scoundrel!"

Mo Ling'er covered her red lips and stared at him angrily.

The water eyes with the wavy light and charm seem to spew out fire because of their anger.

Mo Ling'er was very injured at this moment.

I had already given up on my second uncle and had absolutely no idea.

But now he...

"I don't want to see you again!" Mo Ling'er said, turned around and prepared to escape in panic.

She will never see her second uncle again in her life.

Ye Sihuang's expression sank.

He grabbed Mo Ling'er.

"Are you angry?" Ye Sihuang looked at the little girl, and the deep affection and gentleness in her eyes were undoubtedly revealed.

"Do you think I shouldn't be angry?" Mo Ling'er covered her lips and stared at him angrily.

"Don't like it?" Ye Sihuang narrowed her eyes.

When he thought of this possibility, the darkness under Ye Sihuang's eyes became more and more severe.

Mo Ling'er's eyes widened.

His face was filled with grievances and injuries.

"You said it yourself, is it impossible for us? Now you bullied me again, what does it mean?"

A feeling of sadness surged into my heart.

Tears were spinning in Mo Ling'er's eyes.

She still stared at him stubbornly, not letting tears fall.

She is not a casual woman.

She is very serious about her feelings.

Ye Sihuang felt ache in her heart.

His big hands protected the back of her head and gently pressed her into his arms.

"Silly, aren't my meaning clear now?"

"What are you crying, unless you don't want to be with me!"

A magnetic and seductive voice sounded quietly in Mo Ling'er's ears.

Her mind was blank and she was completely confused.

Together?

Uncle Er means that they can be together?

Mo Ling'er raised her head in disbelief, and Shui Lingling's eyes stared at him.

"Uncle II, didn't you say it?"

"You can forget everything you said before. From now on, you will be my Ye Sihuang's wife!"

Ye Sihuang's eyes shine with firmness and determination.

He will never let go in this life.

What kind of identity and seniority are all bullshit!

As soon as he thinks of another man holding her in his arms, he instantly has the urge to kill.

Wife, wife?

Mo Ling'er was as stupid as a wooden chicken.

...

After dinner, Mu Qianqian followed Mo Yan back to the inn.

It was not until evening that Mo Ling'er and Ye Sihuang came back.

Mo Ling'er's face was red, her eyes dodged, and she called out to her sister-in-law and hid in her room.

Mu Qianqian looked at Ye Sihuang in surprise.

"What's wrong? This is?"

"It's okay, it's good if you get used to it!" Ye Sihuang shook her head.

Staring at the closed door, he was slightly ecstatic.

Mo Yan thought about it and looked at his second uncle: "Have you decided?"

"I've decided, I'll set off tomorrow to return to the Mo tribe!" Ye Sihuang nodded and said.

What and what?

Mu Qianqian stared at the two of them speechlessly, and the fight was a mystery.

She couldn't understand at all.

Until dinner time.

Mo Ling'er came out of the room shyly.

Holding Mu Qianqian's hand, he didn't even dare to look at his second uncle.

Ye Sihuang looked helpless.

The girl who is usually bold is now so timid that she doesn't even dare to raise her head.

He doesn't know how to eat people.

Mu Qianqian realized it later and then realized something was wrong between the two.

She looked at Ling'er: "You guys have a quarrel?"

Mo Ling'er shook her head, her little face looked even redder.

Mu Qianqian: "?"

After supper.

Mu Qianqian closed the door, set up a barrier, and flashed into the Linglong Ring Space.

I went to the medicinal field to pick some herbs.

Mu Qianqian returned to the elixir furnace again.

Prepare to refine poison.

After experiencing the incident of the old monk, she felt that she had to increase her protection.

Before her strength has been fully improved, poison is the best way to protect her.

Speaking of poison refining.

Her thoughts floated to the black flame in Mo Yan's palm again.

She always wanted to refine, and the poison she could not refine was the flame like him.

Low temperature cold brew, it would be great if his flame crutch could be used.

Of course, this is just a thought.

Next door room.

Mo Ling'er's door was knocked.

Mo Ling'er, who was lying on the bed, was shocked, like a frightened bird.

"Who?"

She pulled the quilt up, covered her face, revealing only her eyes.

"I!" Ye Sihuang said.

Mo Ling'er: "..."

"Uncle Second, are you okay? I've already fallen asleep!" Mo Ling'er muttered.

But my ears stood up and I listened to the movements outside.

Ye Sihuang was silent for several seconds.

"I will return to the Mo tribe early tomorrow morning."

Just finished speaking.

Mo Ling'er brushed the ground and bounced up from the bed. The next second, the door was opened.

Ye Sihuang stared at the little girl with a faint expression.
To be continued...