Chapter 222 Xiao Yue'er, do you want to eat grilled fish?
An Er cut to the chase, and as soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the study dropped sharply.
Mo Liyuan's knuckles turned white, and the sandalwood table under his palms cracked with spider-web-like lines.
An Er knelt on one knee, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Mo Liyuan glanced at An Er coldly, "You'd better pray that Yue'er is okay, otherwise..."
An Er shuddered and lowered his head even lower.
Mo Liyuan stood up and walked out of the study. "Tianyi, prepare the horses and mobilize the secret guards. Even if we have to turn the entire five hundred miles of the capital upside down, we must find Yue'er."
Tianyi responded and left.
Mo Yifan chased him into the courtyard, "Wait for me! Little uncle, I'm going too."
When Mo Yifan came out, there was no sign of Mo Liyuan. He looked down at the ground and saw that the bluestone slab where his little uncle had just stepped on was already cracked three inches wide.
Mo Yifan swallowed and hurriedly chased after him.
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Inside the carriage
Lan Xiyue opened her eyes suddenly, only to see the swaying crimson curtains. She tried to move her fingers, but found she couldn't move at all. She could only glare at the figure before her.
"Xiao Yue'er, are you awake?" Dongfang Ming's thin lips curled slightly, his fingertips entwined with a strand of hair. He turned around, a playful look in his eyes: "Xiao Yue'er, the look in your eyes breaks my heart."
"Stop talking nonsense," Lan Xiyue's voice was as cold as ice, "unlock my Xue Dao."
Dongfang Ming suddenly leaned forward, his fingertips lingering on her earlobe: "Not now."
"Where are you taking me?" Lan Xiyue suppressed her anger.
"How is Miaojiang?" Dongfang Ming suddenly smiled, and the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye was dazzling.
"Dongfang Ming!" Lan Xiyue's voice suddenly rose. "Release the acupoints immediately!" She still had points to earn and to build up her power to kill the dog emperor! How could she have the leisure to go to Miaojiang?
"It's okay if we don't go to Miaojiang." Dongfang Ming turned around, his back to her, and took a sip from the celadon teacup. The mist blurred his sinister eyes. "Xiao Yue'er, wherever you want to go? I will accompany you."
"Dongfang Ming, what are you crazy about?" She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, flames were burning in them. "I want to go back. Don't make trouble. I have something to do!"
The teacup landed heavily on the table with a crisp crack. Dongfang Ming turned around with a flick of his sleeve, overturning the incense burner on the table. Ashes fell onto the carpet of the gilded carriage.
"Go back to Mo Liyuan?" Dongfang Ming squeezed every word out between his teeth. "Is Mo Liyuan worth your concern? Where was he when you were in danger?"
Lan Xiyue was stunned. Why was this guy so angry? He knocked her out and taught her a lesson. Shouldn't she be angry?
"Monster, you misunderstood. This has nothing to do with Mo Liyuan. I followed that man's carriage out of the city and came to the mass grave. Mo Liyuan didn't even know about it. Even if you didn't show up, I would have been 100% sure to deal with them."
Dongfang Ming turned around and looked at Lan Xiyue lying in the carriage, his eyes looking at Lan Xiyue affectionately, "Xiao Yue'er, do you like Mo Liyuan so much? Please don't like him, okay? Look, I am no worse than him. I can accompany you wherever you go, but not him, Mo Liyuan."
Lan Xiyue looked at Dongfang Ming's affectionate eyes and was stunned. This monster, he...
After she knew that Dongfang Ming was the grandson of the strange old man, she always treated him as a brother, without any romantic feelings between them, otherwise she would not have been so careless in front of him and let him knock her out.
System: "How affectionate! What a pity! Mo Liyuan is the only one who can earn points from the host."
"System, stop talking nonsense and help me unlock the path of Xue Dao, please."
System: "Master, this system is powerless!"
"No, are you that bad? System!!!"
System: "Master, if you were not bad, could you be knocked unconscious?"
Lan Xiyue choked, "I'm not a newbie. Damn it, I didn't have the slightest bit of vigilance against Dongfang Ming, okay? Who knew he would suddenly go crazy?"
Lan Xiyue wailed in her heart: Weird old man, wake up quickly and look at your grandson, he actually kidnapped me!
Woo…
"Dongfang Ming, this carriage is so bumpy that it makes me uncomfortable. Also, I'm hungry. Stop the car."
Dongfang Ming glanced at her and saw that she looked unhappy, so he said, "Punu, stop the car!"
Upon hearing this, Punu, who was driving the carriage outside, immediately stopped the carriage and said, "Whoa..."
The carriage stopped, and Dongfang Ming's voice came again, "Punu, go hunting and barbecue."
"Yes, young master!"
"Dongfang Ming, please untie my xuedao and let me get down to stretch my muscles. It's uncomfortable for me to lie like this."
Dongfang Ming suddenly stood up, and when he leaned over, his hand brushed against Lan Xiyue's ear.
"What are you doing..." Before Lan Xiyue could finish her words, she was picked up sideways.
"Didn't Xiao Yue'er say that lying down was uncomfortable?" Dongfang Ming laughed softly, his Adam's apple trembling slightly. He walked out of the carriage and jumped down by stepping on the shaft.
"Asshole!" Lan Xiyue's eyes turned red with anger, her long black hair falling like a waterfall in his arms. "Untie the acupuncture points, I can walk on my own!"
Dongfang Ming pretended not to hear anything. He carried Lan Xiyue to the stream and gently placed her on a flat bluestone.
"Xiao Yue'er, do you want to eat grilled fish?" Dongfang Ming raised the corners of his eyes slightly and gently brushed her scattered hair with his fingertips.
Lan Xiyue closed her eyes and said weakly, "Whatever you want..."
Dongfang Ming chuckled softly, retracted his hand, and took off the black iron folding fan from his waist. He turned his wrist lightly, and with a "swish", the folding fan flew out of the air like a sharp blade, drawing a silver line on the water.
“Crash—”
The moment the water splashed, the folding fan flew back into his hand with a fat sea bass.
The fish tail was still swinging vigorously, and water droplets splashed on his charming face, adding a bit of evil.
Dongfang Ming put away his folding fan, but was troubled by the fish in his hand. He held the fish's gills with his slender fingers, frowning slightly. This fish...what should he do with it?
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