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Flame King again?

But Flame King is a short-lived ghost, it's better to be on good terms with him than to be on good terms with him.

Mo Wei Nong lowered his eyes and thought, revealing Ji Hao Lin's identity, he could not reveal himself, if not he would become a target.

"And now, Feng Yi Hai suspects that the death of Master Wang's son is against the Third Prince."

"Oh, that's good." Mo Wei Nong nodded his head, then his eyes lit up as he asked, "Tell me, do you want me to throw this blame on Flame King, so that the Third Prince thinks that it was Flame King who did it, and the two became enemies?"

Shen Ling's mouth was agape, and just as he was about to speak, Mo Wei Nong shook his head, "Forget it, making an enemy like the Flame King isn't good for us."

Shen Ling paused for a moment, then nodded his head and asked puzzledly: "Master, why did we leave behind a bloody handprint?"

"Naturally, we have to make a name for ourselves. Only the more famous we are, the better our business will be in the future. The bigger the list, the more shocked everyone will be." Mo Wei Nong wanted to name this name, otherwise, he would always accept some small orders. It was such a waste of a heavenly resource.

After interacting with each other for a period of time, she gradually came to know that the Shen brothers were all extremely powerful experts and were extremely skilled.

She decided that if she wanted to stir up trouble in Marquis Mansion, she had to have the power to do so. Wan Ning Hou was an official, so she was a bandit.

She wanted everyone to know the existence of the killer organization called 'blood print'.

Just as he was thinking, Jin Tao came in from the outside, "Young miss, take off all the things, put them away properly."

Her face brimmed with joy.

She also did not expect that after the Miss left Zhuang Zi, she would actually bring her along. Furthermore, to live in such a courtyard that looked even better than Zhuang Zi, she did not need to do manual labor. As long as she looked after Zhuang Zi, she would be able to eat and live better than Zhuang Zi.

These few days were the easiest, most relaxing and happiest days of her life.

I wish I could always follow Miss in the future. She's willing to do anything.

Mo Wei Nong smiled at her, "You've worked hard, go and see Lan Qin. In the future, you will sleep in the same room as Lan Qin, and can just help out in the courtyard. Shen Qian and the others can all rely on themselves, there is no need for you to take care of them. "

"Yes."

However, Mo Wei Nong's words were still too full, when she finished the dinner Jin Tao cooked for his, and walked to Shen Qian's hall after the meal, and saw them eating the dinner they cooked, he almost fell down.

Can you eat these dark things? Is this hard steamed bun? Is it cooked?

There was also rice. Had he added too much water? The leaf had lost its original color.

Mo Wei Nong really wondered how they had managed to survive all these years. I know they're not fussy, but there's no need to be. It's not a small matter, is it?

She could only turn around and say to Jin Tao, "You … Give them anything they can eat? "As long as the big pot of rice can fill up my stomach, at least I'll be able to compare to them..."

Shen Qian and the others looked at each other, they were usually free to eat whatever they wanted, even if there were better dishes, as long as they could fill their stomachs, they could eat whatever they wanted.

Mo Wei Nong had lost to them.

Jin Tao pursed her lips and secretly laughed, these people were truly interesting, seeing how all of them were expressionless and skilled in martial arts, she did not dare to speak, but she did not expect them to eat like this.

I heard that he's a character who kills people without blinking an eye, but why doesn't he look like one at all?

She immediately turned and left, Shen Qian and the rest could only giggle, and silently clean up the table.

That's right, at the very least, her current life had to be improved. As for the Empress Dowager inspection ten days later, she didn't really care, since she would be back soon after the first round.

The white fox curled up in her embrace and comfortably turned its body over.

It was not free at all in the Hou Mansion or Zhuang Zi, and its master also did not allow it to go out. Now that it had come to the courtyard, it was as if it was alive, jumping around in a lively manner, until it was tired of playing with Mo Wei Nong, then it laid down in Mo Wei Nong's arms and let her carry it away.

It then called out to Mo Wei Nong, "You promised to find a carpenter tomorrow to make me a house to sleep in and play with, don't forget, I'll go ahead and sleep. If you don't shower today, bring me back to your soft bed to sleep and we'll sleep together under the same bed."

Mo Wei Nong pursed his lips in disgust, and directly returned to his room while pinching the flesh on its neck, "Do you take yourself to be a lord? You were drenched in ash outside and you dared to sleep with me without taking a bath, and you even want to cover yourself with a blanket? If you want to be beautiful, then sleep in your corner today. "

The Soprano did not allow others to relax, only thinking of taking advantage of others.

The white fox cried out twice and watched helplessly as she placed it in a small room in the corner that was rolled up with an old quilt. It immediately protested, "This one is smelly, smelly, smelly."

In order to make yourself more graceful and attractive, from now on, you have to maintain a clean and noble attitude. The first thing you need to do is to not sleep together with a smelly thing like you, in order to prevent others from also smelling my stench. "" Okay.

After Mo Wei Nong finished, he ignored her and turned to leave.

The white fox stared at her back with its round eyes. After baring its fangs and brandishing its claws for a while, it fell back feeling wronged.

An excuse, is clearly an excuse. What do you mean you don't want to sleep with me for the sake of being a Empress Dowager?

If she wanted to be a Empress Dowager, she only needed to speak with the Emperor directly. The Emperor is the old man's disciple, why would the two of you, his junior brothers and sister who love each other, need to participate? He could have chosen it directly. How could he care about the stench of it?

Ah pei pei, it doesn't have any stench of dirt on it.

The white fox yawned and stared at him in confusion. It had been running crazily in the yard for too long today. I'm so tired, go to sleep.

Ugh … As if he had forgotten something he had not told his master.

Forget it, it's definitely not a big deal. Let's sleep.