Chapter 218

"Is that so?" Mo Qingyun's eyebrows did not loosen. Still looking at midnight, I don't know why, he would feel a familiar feeling in the visitors.

But this feeling is too mysterious. For a time, Mo Qingyun was confused.

Because of this face, he really did not see. Since I haven't seen it, where does the sense of familiarity come from?

"Little Lord, just walk a little further to the place where the matchless little Lord lives. Do you really want to see it? " Compared with Mo Wuying's doubt, Ziwu was very concerned about him.

He looked at Mo Qingyun, a pair of words and stop appearance. In short, it's a very tangled look.

"Matchless, she..."

Mo Qingyun saw the expression of Ziwu, and put his doubt behind his mind. The expression of midnight noon is obviously abnormal. Is she unique? She

Mo Qingyun is not willing to think about it or say it.

"Little Lord, it's here." Midnight with Mo Qingyun came to a courtyard. When Mo Qingyun didn't think clearly.

Reality, has not given him the opportunity to choose.

The distance of a yard, he actually went in. Still don't go in

"Matchless, she. What's the matter with her?" It's all here, one step away. As long as he goes to the door of the room in the courtyard, he will be able to know what happened to matchless.

However, he was a little timid. He doesn't want to

"Little Lord, if you don't want to see it. Then let's go back. " Ziwu holds Mo Qingyun and wants to turn around and leave. But a deep cry came out of the room in the yard.

It's a kind of depression, a kind of joyful tone. Hearing this sound, Mo Qingyun's legs seem to take root on the ground. I can't move a point.

"Matchless..."

Suddenly, Mo Qingyun pushed away midnight. I raised my step as if it weighed a thousand pounds. Every step, Mo Qingyun seems to have exhausted all his strength.

As he approached, the sound in the room was heard more carefully and truly.

"Brother, don't, don't..." the woman cried and begged for mercy. And then there's the heart rate.

In addition to women's timbre, there is also a man's roar.

They, what kind of scene is on in the house. Mo Qingyun listen to the voice, has been standing at the door of the room, he can't go a step.

If, if he saw the scene inside the house. Is he really confident that he can accept it?

From a long time ago, Mo Qingyun knew that matchless is not perfect. But he likes her. I really like it.

In addition, he has his own mother Mo smokeless support.

Although he is a son, I don't know why his mother supports him and Wushuang.

But with that power. He is more firm like matchless heart. After all, he never wanted to be alone.

However, he always knew that the person he liked was not him. The person she likes is the man, who is called brother Huang in her mouth.

What's more ridiculous is, is that man her brother? Is it?

That man is just a liar. His identity, too many, too complicated. If Mo Qingyun takes this step, he and shuang'er will not

So, Mo Qingyun just stood outside the door. He didn't want to open the door in front of him, didn't want to see the scene in the room.

But, if he doesn't want to, is that ok?

If someone wants him to see the scene inside. Like now, the door, as if by the breeze. A crack, just a crack. It's enough for Mo Qingyun standing outside the door to see clearly.

On the bed, tangled figures

Boom, Mo Qingyun as if his brain exploded.

When his people go back to the courtyard and the room where he used to live. He sat on the bed and couldn't imagine how he came back.

driven to distraction.

"How are you, young master?" Mo Qingyun came back like a walking corpse. Behind him, closely follow the noon.

Until Mo Qingyun sat on the bed and looked at it dully. He didn't know anything.

"Little Lord, in fact, matchless little Lord, she was forced." Midnight tangled face, after finishing this sentence, head down.

"Forced?" Mo Qingyun murmured these two words, his eyes were still dim. What he thought and heard in his heart and mind seemed to be the voice he heard when he stood at the door.

That kind of ambiguous voice echoed in his mind again and again.

Obviously, he didn't want to hear it.

But, why, why that voice wants to reverberate in own brain again and again. It's destroying his will.

"Forced, ha ha, forced?"

Mo Qingyun looks miserable. Two lines of tears ran down the corner of his eyes.

It's said that men don't play lightly when they have tears, but they just don't feel sad.

He, is really good like matchless. Knowing that she didn't like him, he still couldn't control his heart.

Miss her, miss her. She lost her memory. Did she know how happy he was? When Beiying told him the news. His mood is really beyond words.

Especially when Beiying deceives her and says that he is her husband.

Every day she called for his husband. At that time, although she and he were not completely intimate. But that time was his happiest.

Because he has a position in the bottom of his heart.

But now?

Now, he saw matchless with others in person, in bed

"Little Lord, matchless little Lord, she was forced, she was drugged!" Ziwu watched the painful expression of the man in front of him. In the mouth, also murmurs is reading that two words. However, there is no feeling for those two words.

He, Mo Qingyun, does he know what the meaning of the two words in his mouth stands for?

Forced, that's forced!

Although, the sound of midnight is already very loud. I really want to wake someone whose spirit is not clear. But now Mo Qingyun has immersed all his thoughts in the scene he saw.

He really didn't know what he was reading. It's just a sentence that doesn't go through the brain.

It was because midnight said that, so he read it.

In fact, his heart is full of bitterness. No matter how he evades, what flashed in his mind is the figure of two people entangled together.

"Little Lord, little Lord, would you wake up?"

Midnight suddenly shakes Mo Qingyun's body, even in the end, in order to make him wake up, gave him a slap.

"Pa --"

Loud voice rang out in the room, this slap red Mo Qingyun's face, the corners of his mouth are broken. It can be seen how powerful the meridian is.

"You?" A slap sobered me up. Mo Qingyun looks at midnight, and his eyes are all angry.

"Little Lord, matchless little Lord, she was forced, she was drugged!" Close to Mo Qingyun's eyes, this sentence is called out. He used almost all his strength. I'm not afraid to be discovered by others.

Because he wants the Lord to know and know clearly.

"Forced, forced?"

It's the same word here.

However, when Mo Qingyun read these two words this time. But it is so beautiful, beautiful, Mo Qingyun's eyes are bright.

"You said, you said peerless, she was forced? Forced??? "

Mo Qingyun stood up from the bed and pressed the shoulder of Ziwu tightly. He was so strong that he felt that his shoulder would break at midnight.

However, he did not dodge. Actually accepted all the strength of Mo Qingyun.

"Yes, Lord. So, you... "

He? Mo Qingyun touched his face and found that he was crying?

Mo Qingyun can't remember when he started to cry. Now, he cried? Because matchless

He knows that he likes peerless very much.

But why do you like it?

Just because, at the beginning, Wushuang didn't like him?

Or, because his beauty didn't fascinate him?

Mo Qingyun thought, suddenly found that there is no reason. If you like it, you like it.

He can't control his heart.

"Lord, the matchless little Lord has been enchanted by you. In fact, as long as you ring the bell around your waist, and then think about the matchless little Lord in your heart. Thinking that she's coming to you, she's sure to come back. "

"But why don't you use it?"

Midnight has always been a time of desire and silence. This time, he finally said what he always wanted to say.

"Enchantment, in my enchantment?" Mo Qingyun heard the words of midnight and frowned.

He knew that Yu Wushuang was enchanted. So, that day she will be so painful. But why does this man say that he has been enchanted?

Is this enchantment still yours and mine?

small bell? Mo Qingyun looks at the bell tied around his waist. When did the bell begin to be tied to him?