Chapter 1493 Extra 21

"Fight with me? Why are you fighting with me?" Mo Qingfeng looked down at Zhao Minjing with a contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Mo Qingfeng, you...you will not die well, you will be punished!" Zhao Minjing turned her head, her face was covered with blood, her eyes were fierce, and she was cursing with hatred, a bit like a resentful female ghost.

Mo Qingfeng took two steps closer, stood next to Zhao Minjing, and looked at her condescendingly, his beautiful eyes full of contempt, "I didn't do anything bad, what kind of retribution will I get? When you and Mo Zishan conspired to plot against me, did you? Have you ever thought that you would suffer retribution? Look, this is the retribution you planned for me. Now I am just treating others in their own way. Is this wrong? If I didn't do this, I would be laughed at today. Wasn't it me who was kicked out of the house? If you are in this situation today, you have to blame yourself. It's great to be the third wife of the Eighth Prince's house and stay safe. Why do you have to fight against me? You want to know why you were divorced? Really? It’s not that Chu Muchen doesn’t favor you, it’s not that you’re not ruthless enough, it’s karma, and you got retribution by being kicked out of the house today.”

Such a stupid woman deserves to die. Mo Qingfeng didn't kill her when he caught a ghost last time, so that meant sparing her life.

But she was restless, thinking about how to plot against others all day and night. Is Mo Qingfeng easy to bully?

She once swore that she would not offend anyone unless they offended her, but if someone offended her, she would repay him twice as much.

Mo Qingfeng stood there, her beautiful eyes becoming more and more indifferent. Today, she was here to end Zhao Minjing's life. Such a stupid woman would only make trouble if she lived in this world. If she didn't die today, she would definitely be a disaster in the future.

"How could you be okay after you clearly drank that pot of wine?!" Zhao Minjing suddenly felt the gloomy cold air emanating from her body and couldn't help but shiver.

She saw her drinking the jug of wine one glass after another. Why was she fine?

Now she regretted provoking Mo Qingfeng. If she had not listened to Mo Zishan, she would still be the third lady in the Eighth Prince's Mansion, with people around her to serve her, and she would have lost all her glory and wealth.

Why are you fighting with Mo Qingfeng?

Even though she is a princess, the prince does not favor her. Yi Qingyun is dead and her life in the palace is better. Why should she provoke this female devil in front of her?

"Because I'm capable enough." Mo Qingfeng smiled, but his beautiful eyes were not warm at all, with a hint of contempt.

"You are not Mo Qingfeng! You are a monster!" After Zhao Minjing calmed down, she yelled at Mo Qingfeng again.

"I am Mo Qingfeng, the intact Mo Qingfeng." Mo Qingfeng sneered, "Zhao Minjing, do you regret it now? You shouldn't have provoked me in the first place."

"You, don't get too proud too early!" Zhao Minjing's voice was trembling. Thinking that she was leaving the house, even if she was a female devil, she no longer had to be afraid of her. She had to walk with dignity. She glared at Mo with resentment. Qingfeng said loudly: "You killed the second lady and brought me out of the house. Do you think there are no women in the house to fight with you? Mo Qingfeng, don't be too proud. The prince has always been thinking about the princess of Qinchuan Kingdom. The prince must If you can marry her, she is the real princess!”

"What does it matter to me who becomes the princess? Let me tell you, I don't care about the status of the eighth princess at all." Mo Qingfeng bent down, with cold eyes, gently patted Zhao Minjing's face and said coldly: "You have always I want to be a princess, but unfortunately you don’t have this chance. You can go downstairs and be a concubine to Yama.”

After speaking, his eyes became more sinister, and the index finger that patted Zhao Minjing's face was slightly bent, and the sharp nails were lightly scratched, and there was a shallow wound on Zhao Minjing's white and tender face, with blood oozing from the wound.

Zhao Minjing didn't feel any pain, but was so frightened by Mo Qingfeng's words that she turned pale and her body couldn't help but tremble. She looked at her in fear. Seeing her eyes as cold as a life-threatening Shura, she trembled even more, "Don't ……Do not kill me……"

She doesn't want to die, she wants to live.

Mo Qingfeng retracted her hand, and Feng Qingyun glanced at the index finger that scratched her face. The nails were pinching her skin. She flicked it gently, then blew it gently, and even the ugly yin and yang face could be seen. Her movements appear to be elegant and noble, with a hint of enchantment.

Standing on the wall, Chu Muchen's eyes suddenly darkened, and he pursed his thin lips tightly, looking at the ugly girl in front of him sinisterly.

Mo Qingfeng stood up, clapped his hands, twisted his waist, and walked away lightly with lotus steps.

A flash of surprise flashed across Zhao Minjing's pale face. Wasn't this female devil trying to kill her? Just left like this?

Suddenly, she came back to her senses and realized that her life was still alive. She immediately got up, picked up the baggage on the ground, endured the pain in her chest, and stumbled away.

As soon as she ran out of the house, Zhao Minjing was panting, and her chest became more and more stuffy. The sweat beads on her forehead slid down her cheeks one by one, and flowed to the wound, causing the slightest pain.

Zhao Minjing reached out and touched it casually. She was suddenly startled and looked at her palm. There was blood on it!

Is her face hurt?

Mo Qingfeng's sinister smile when he slapped her face suddenly flashed before her eyes. Her heart tightened and she stretched out her hand to touch the painful area again. It was okay not to touch it, but with this touch, her whole face hurt and blood flowed.

what happened?

What did Mo Qingfeng do to her?

Zhao Minjing covered her face, and the blood on her face kept flowing out as if a blood vessel had burst. Zhao Minjing, panicked and angry, wanted to go back and ask Mo Qingfeng for details. As soon as she turned around, the pain in her heart made her unable to breathe, and her body suddenly stiffened.

Her eyes changed from the anger just now, and was replaced by fear. She wanted to move, but her body was so stiff that she couldn't move. Her throat seemed to be blocked by a hard object, and she couldn't swallow or breathe.

His stiff body slowly fell backwards, his eyes widened with fear, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.

Mo Qingfeng's cold voice rang in his ears, "Go downstairs and become a concubine for King Yama..."

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Du Wenjun's figure was like the wind, and he came to stand beside Chu Muchen. After taking a deep look at Chu Muchen, he followed Chu Muchen's gaze and looked at the purple shadow.

"How is she?" Chu Muchen asked coldly.

Du Wenjun's eyes flashed with a hint of complexity, "Mrs. Zhao exploded to death on the street just after she left the house. Her body was stiff and her eyes were full of terror. It made people think that she died of excessive fright."

When Chu Muchen heard this, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Mo Qingfeng walked briskly, thinking that she would have a good meal when she returned to the Cold Water Pavilion, and then she would dominate the world when she entered the space. Recently, she liked to stay inside and not come out. When she came out of the space, she There is something very important to do.

Suddenly, she paused and frowned. Why was there this familiar fragrance floating in the air?

His eyes turned cold, and he turned around suddenly. Chu Muchen, dressed in green clothes, was standing on the wall above her. His eyes were looking at her coldly, as if he wanted to devour her.

Mo Qingfeng was slightly surprised. She had always been keenly aware of the surrounding environment and what was happening. She was very vigilant and could detect even if there was an ant crawling on the ground.

When did Chu Muchen follow her?

Did he see everything she did to Zhao Minjing?

If not, why would he look at her with such eyes that he wanted to devour her?

Mo Qingfeng raised his chin slightly, and he saw it when he saw it. It was not something shameful, "Eighth Prince, you are not following me when you have nothing to do, are you?"

"Who are you?" Chu Muchen's voice was as cold as a millennium cold river.

"Mo Qingfeng." Mo Qingfeng replied with the same cold words. Who else could she be?

"I don't know what's wrong!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Qingfeng felt a powerful murderous aura coming towards her. Her eyes turned cold, she tapped her toes, and her body jumped up in an instant, landing on the roof behind her.

Bang!

The moment her body left the ground, the place she was standing was suddenly hit by a powerful cyclone. The ground shook and even the wall next to it cracked.

Chu Muchen was slightly shocked. He didn't expect that he would attack so quickly, and Mo Qingfeng could avoid it.

Mo Qingfeng stood on the roof, a gust of wind blew, his purple clothes were fluttering, and his black hair was raised. He looked at Chu Muchen with cold eyes, smiled sarcastically, and said: "Eighth Prince, don't you understand how to cherish the beauty and cherish the jade? You are so cruel to me. .”

Chu Muchen ignored her taunt and still asked in a cold voice: "Tell me your true identity, and I will spare your life!"

She said it was Mo Qingfeng, did he believe that she was Mo Qingfeng?

Nothing in the Mo Mansion can escape his grasp, let alone the seventh lady of the Mo Mansion?

Mo Qingfeng's life experience is there. He made it very clear through his investigation. He was cowardly and incompetent since he was a child. He was timid and afraid of getting into trouble. How could he know how to use poison when he was raised in a boudoir? Where did this body cultivation come from?

Even if the timid and fearful Miss Mo Qi knows medical skills, it is absolutely impossible for her to know martial arts. Since her "resurrection", she has become completely different from the previous Mo Qingfeng. Regardless of the tone of speaking and the way she handles things, they are two completely different people. , how can he believe that they are the same person?

A deep sneer appeared on the corners of Mo Qingfeng's lips, "Chu Muchen, should I laugh at you for being stupid or for being persistent? If I don't want to tell you, it won't matter how many times you ask."

"It seems you admitted it? You are not Mo Qingfeng at all!" A cold voice sounded, and he used his palms to hit Mo Qingfeng fiercely.

Mo Qingfeng's figure swept away to avoid the murderous aura. Before she could make a move, another murderous aura hit her.

Damn man, he can attack a woman so quickly and so harshly, does he really want to take her life?

Mo Qingfeng avoided the waves of attacks. He just stood firm, gathered his strength with both palms, and then flew up, as fast as the wind, and attacked Chu Muchen.

At this moment, she only had one thought. Since this man was so cruel, don't blame her for being unkind. If he didn't die, how could he spare her?

Chu Muchen didn't run away. He wanted to test her skills. He still stood on the wall and looked at her coldly as she came like a gust of wind. When she approached, he suddenly gathered the inner strength in his palms and used his palms to hit her head-on. A powerful and fatal force collided with a loud noise, and Mo Qingfeng's body was ejected. There was a sudden pain in his chest, and blood suddenly flowed out of the corner of his mouth.