Chapter 258 Calling the emperor is worse than raising a cat (14)

  Xuanfeng was slightly stunned, meeting in person for a while?

   Do you want to go to Prince Mo's Mansion in person? Is it too dangerous?

   "Master..."

  He wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Jun Zhimo.

   "This king knows what you are going to say.

  However, three days later, it will be the birthday of King Mo, so is there any reason for me not to go? "

   Besides, since Jun Mochi invited him, of course he will take this opportunity to do something.

  At the same time, in Junzhimo's room, a black figure appeared in front of Yuanqian like a gust of wind.

  The black figure looked slender and weak, and it was clearly a woman.

  She stared fiercely at Yuanqian's alluring cheek, and the anger in her heart became more and more obvious.

   There is also this soft couch, which is clearly Jun Zhimo's favorite soft couch, and no one else is allowed to get close to it, but now, this woman of unknown origin is actually lying on it to sleep?

   It's just too much.

  The next second, the eyes of the black figure burst out with overwhelming jealousy. She picked up the dagger in her hand and was about to slash at Yuanqian's face.

At that moment, Yuanqian's tightly closed beautiful eyes suddenly opened. In the dark night, Yuanqian's eyes were like black mist, and the movements of the black figure's hands froze. At this moment, Yuanqian turned over and avoided the black figure. s attack.

   "...Damn mentally retarded, there are always **** who want to kill me!"

   "Damn the arrest warrant, why don't you cheat on me!"

   "MMP, at the critical moment, I have to rely on myself!"

  Yuanqian continued to curse a few words.

   His eyes flashed, and there was an extra folding fan in his hand.

  The black figure did not give up, and the dagger in his hand attacked Yuanqian fiercely and quickly.

  However, Yuanqian hooked his lips and gave her a sneer.

  The folding fan in her hand was not opened, like a plaything, flipping back and forth between her fingers, there was only a bang, and the folding fan collided with the dagger.

  The dagger was broken in the middle, and the tip of the knife fell to the ground, making a piercing sound. By the moonlight, the half-broken dagger reflected the wanton smile of the brimming red lips.

  The black figure stood there stiffly, with an expression of disbelief.

How can it be?

How can this be? Even though the person in front of him didn't have any internal strength, he broke her dagger effortlessly?

  At this moment, she looked at Yuanqian in horror as if she had seen a ghost.

  Yanqian's fingers flipped over extremely quickly, and the folding fan disappeared between Yuanqian's fingers almost in the blink of an eye.

  The black figure stared blankly at all this, before he could react, the next second, Yuanqian seemed to be crazy, and quickly ran towards the door.

  The moment she ran to the door, the door was opened.

   Then, Yuanqian rushed over.

   "Help! Someone is going to kill me!"

  Yuanqian hugged the man, rubbing back and forth on his chest, the expression on her little face clearly showed that she was extremely wronged.

  The man was Jun Zhimo who rushed over when he heard the movement.

  He hugged Yuanqian distressedly, coaxing her patiently.

   "Good boy... don't be afraid when I'm here."

  The man raised his hand and pressed Yuanqian's head into his arms, preventing her from shaking it at will.

  But who is Yuanqian? Still rubbing back and forth in his arms.

  Jun Zhimo simply didn't say anything, and let her torment, but his fierce eyes swept towards the black figure, the red candle was lit, and the face of that black figure was reflected extremely pale.

   "Who gave you the guts!"

  His voice was extremely indifferent, as if he was in hell.

  (end of this chapter)