MTL - The Cold Prince Dotes On His Wild Wife-Chapter 41 Borrowing The Soul 01

For a long time, Xu Lilian found a way to understand poison, and he looked up sharply, but unexpectedly hit Mo Yan's lips.

Scared Mo Yan hurriedly reached out to cover his mouth, staring at the man in front of him.

Listening to him say: "There is really a way to detoxify!"

Mo Yan listened, and was anxious for a moment, and stretched out his hand to grab the bamboo slip in the hands of He Lianyi.

What made her curious was that she could catch the bamboo slip. Now that you can catch it, you must take it!

He Lianyi felt that the bamboo slip in his hand suddenly weighed a lot, and looked at it curiously, but why was it getting heavier? There seemed to be a pair of hands competing with him for the bamboo slip.

His cold eyes were staring forward, and his slender fingers squinted tightly at Bamboo Bamboo.

Mo Yi exerted all his strength, and as a result, Zhu Jian still lay quietly in the hands of Helian Wing.

Does she want her to bite? Mo Yan stared at the white fingers, whispered, "Why not?"

If so, bite into Helian's hand!

There was a sudden pain in Helianyi's hands. He stared at the two rows of tooth marks slowly bleeding, throwing bamboo slips in his hands, and yelled coldly.

"Who is pretending to be a ghost here!"

Mo Yan covered her mouth and grinned, slipped quietly to the desk, and sat on Helien Wing's chair. She stared with interest at Helien Wing, watching him lean down and retrieve the bamboo slip again He came over to the desk again.

When Mo Yan saw this, he hurried up to make a seat for Helien Wing, but accidentally overturned the oil lamp on the table.

Suddenly, the fire was around, and Mo Yan's face was burning, feeling that his whole body was cramped, and he couldn't move.

She shouted, "Save me, Uncle Huang!"

He Lianyi glanced at the window and saw that the doors and windows were tightly closed, and the study room was not ventilated. He was also some distance from the desk. How could the oil lamp suddenly drop? There is also a genius, he clearly felt that someone was fighting him for bamboo slips and bit his hand! Think of a possibility, is it a hermit in the Southern Wilderness? Thinking of this, Helianyi's eyes flashed a killing.

He lifted his internal force and quickly dropped all the curtains. The study was dark, except for the fire that was still crackling on the desk.

The South Wilderness is a mysterious country that has long disappeared in the world. People here are inherently invisible. In order to survive, they choose to use their superior conditions as a killer, because only the killer is the most rewarding, and they make a lot of money. In order to live happily and comfortably. As long as they deal, they have never missed.

I heard that it was Helian Hung Lie who destroyed the entire Southern Wilderness that day. On that day, the South Wilderness polar sky suddenly burst into fire, and the fire continued to burn for three days and nights. No bones remain. From then on, there will be no south shortage in the world, and no one will mention it again.

Helianyi was a distant distance from the desk. He stared coldly at the twisted phantom struggling in the fire. His indifferent voice was like a thousand years of glaciers, deep and with a deterrent that could not be ignored.

"Nanhuang's stealth technique! Are you from Nanhuang?"

Mo Yan was alive and painfully alive. Hearing his words, he kept shaking his head.

When Helianyi saw the phantom as if shaking her head, she raised her eyes and looked at her sharply,

"If it is not honest, the king will now burn your ashes and smoke!"

Mo Yan heard the shock and felt that He Lianyi's murderous power was getting heavier and he was so anxious that she burst into tears.

The man couldn't hear her at all, how could she let him find himself? Suddenly, Mo Yan's eyes lighted up, and he could not bear the pain in his body. He slowly reached out and picked up the ink pen on the table. Name, Mo Yan.

After the last effort, she threw it out, and she closed her eyes slowly, and fell down beside Helian Wing's seat.

When Helianyi saw the name on the bamboo slip, thinking of the sound he had just heard, his heart trembled and quickly put out the fire in front of the table.

In the study, it was dark for a moment, Mo Mo was roasted by the fire for a long time, and finally felt a hint of coolness.

She slowly opened her eyes and lay weakly on the seat, looking up at Helian Wing, who was standing at the desk.

Seeing his deep eyes staring at the direction of the seat, her trembling fingers picked up the ink pen and wrote on the ground, stiffly:

"Uncle, save me!"

He Lianyi watched the ink pen beating constantly under the seat until the four soft words fell into his eyes.

He asked in a deep voice:

"Are you from Nanhuang?"

Mo Yan continued to write, "No! Assassinate Xiao Yan"

When Helianyi saw this, his heart sank, and he hurriedly asked, "How do you want your king to save you?"

"Bring Mo Yan."

Seeing that He Lianyi was unmoved, Mo Yan wrote: "Uncle, I can't hold it."

Her eyes disappeared when she finished lifting her eyes. The ink pen slipped out of Mo Yan's hands. Now, she only hopes that He Lianyi will bring Miss Mo Fujiu as soon as possible, otherwise, she really wants to see Lord Yan.

This is really a bad feeling, really bad.

Just a moment's effort, Helianyi took Miss Mo Fujiu to the study.

When entering the study, the guard outside the door was specifically told not to disturb anyone.

Helien Wing hugged Miss Mo Fujiu and walked to the desk. He looked at the direction in which the ink pen was falling. There was no trace of temperature in the low voice, and he asked coldly:

"What do you do now?"

Mo Yan slowly opened his eyes, looked at the woman in Helianyi's arms, and tried his best to pick up the ink pen on the ground and wrote,

"She's dead, I live. Uncle Huang, I can't help it ..."

He Lianyi saw the words on the ground and glanced at the woman in her arms, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Why does the king believe in you. If Mo Yan is dead, the king cannot blame him! You have What's the purpose of using the death of General Mo's Miss Nine to frame the king? "

"Uncle Huang, you were prescribed a medicine, and it was a puppet that knocked you down and saved ..."

This woman! Helien Wing is now sure, this woman is Mo Yan! When I saw the last word that I hadn't finished writing, I saw that the ink pen suddenly dropped with a clang, and said "bad".

He did not hesitate to pierce a silver needle into the eyebrow of Miss Mofu Jiu, and quickly placed her carefully where the ink pen fell,

"Mo Yan, tell my king, what should I do next?"

At this moment, he was afraid to lose her. It had nothing to do with King Xiang and no responsibility, but the inexplicable feeling in his heart.

Mo Yan remained motionless, and He Lianyi called again with a low voice,

"Mo Yan!"

Mo Yan still hasn't moved, He Lianyi has never been so helpless! He never thought that such a thing would happen. For a long time, he has the general existence of Mingyou Kingdom. There is nothing in the world that he cannot do, but today is the first time he has encountered it.

Knowing she was in front of herself, she was helpless and helpless.

The inexplicable anger in his heart burned, Helian wings clenched his fists to the ground, and yelled in his mouth, "Damn!"