"I am here to rob you of your love!" On their first meeting, he saved her, but then domineeringly pulled her into his arms.
In her past life, she repaid the wrong kindness and loved t...
Seeing that she agreed, Mo Yunlan quickly let go and rubbed her arm as if she could rub goosebumps all over the place.
"If you don't agree, your older sister will feel disgusted with herself."
Fu Liu covered her mouth and laughed, but looking at the two sisters, her eyes inexplicably welled up with tears.
Such sisterly love is truly wonderful.
Mo Yunlan was tortured terribly, but she was mentally excited and kept pestering Mo Yunzhao to ask her what happened.
Now she no longer believes in taking medicine.
Mo Yunzhao didn't shy away from Fu Liu and told her about his cultivation of demonic arts.
Simply put, he lost his spiritual power but unintentionally comprehended demonic energy.
The two listened intently, finding it all quite amazing, and completely believed her words.
Mo Yunzhao: "Demons and spirits cannot be cultivated together, but demons are superior to spirits, so don't worry, sister."
Mo Yunlan's eyes lit up upon hearing this, "Then I'll also waste my spiritual power and cultivate with A-Zhao."
Fu Liu glanced at them enviously, then lowered her head and remained silent.
"No," Mo Yunzhao refused in a deep voice.
Mo Yunlan patted her chest and assured him, "I'm not afraid of pain or hardship."
Hearing the sound, Mo Yunzhao said calmly, "Sister, if you keep shooting, it will be even flatter."
"Mo Yunzhao!" Mo Yunlan roared angrily, "Don't try to change the subject."
Mo Yunzhao said seriously, "Now is not the time. Listen to me."
A place rich in spiritual energy must be a place with little demonic energy.
She was reborn and able to cultivate, but only because of the foundation from her previous life.
Mo Yunzhao looked up: "Fu Liu, you will cultivate demonic arts with me."
Fu Liu, who was nominated, looked up excitedly, but then lowered her head dejectedly, saying, "This servant is clumsy at everything except cooking, and will fail the city lord's high expectations."
Mo Yunzhao: "It's alright. Learning a little bit will improve my knife skills and make the food I make even more delicious."
"Yes." Fu Liu instantly felt no pressure, her round face breaking into a smile like a blooming flower. "This servant will go and make you something delicious right away."
Da Bai and Fu Meng returned at dinner time.
Big White lay at Mo Yunzhao's feet, its tiger face buried in the dried fish basin, its tiger eyes darting around, seemingly plotting something.
Fu Meng reported that she had seen it with her own eyes and counted it herself.
Lai Hongbo was given a hundred strokes of the cane, all of them real. If it weren't for his spiritual power protecting him, he probably would have died long ago.
Even if he doesn't die, he'll be bedridden for a month, after all, his butt will be bruised and battered.
Finally, Fu Meng emphasized, "When I was about to return, His Highness the Crown Prince had already passed by."
Mo Yunzhao ate her food in silence; the lecherous man's affairs were none of her concern.
Fu Meng: "This servant watched as His Highness the Crown Prince bestowed medicine upon Lai Hongbo, and the Third Prince remained kneeling and did not rise again."
Mo Yunlan was puzzled. "What does Your Highness mean by this? Is it a slap followed by a treat?"
Mo Yunzhao put down his chopsticks. "That medicine may not be a good one."
Fu Liu ladled out the soup and placed it in front of her, saying, "The city lord truly understands His Highness the Crown Prince."
Mo Yunlan exclaimed, "Oh, you two are having an affair."
Mo Yunzhao calmly drank his soup. "Fu Liu, serve Sister papaya soup to nourish her breasts."
Mo Yunlan exploded, "Mo Yunzhao!"
...
That night, a gentle spring breeze blew, the stars twinkled, and the time was perfect.
Big White, who was lying in front of the door, glanced around with its tiger eyes, shook a few of its whiskers, and then leaped out of the city lord's mansion.
At the same time, a fiery figure leaped into the city lord's mansion, riding the wind.
The man and the tiger glanced at each other, then passed each other as if they hadn't seen each other.
Dabai left the house and Ling Jingyu entered the house.
They all have ill intentions.