She began to think seriously. In the past, she could push them all to Ruan Qingliu without hesitation, but now she has promised Qiao Runzhi, at least to him, she will be by her side no matter where in the world.

Since Mara had agreed, there was no way she would break her promise. She looked up at the square sky framed by the house. Occasionally, a few birds passed by, and she felt like a toad at the bottom of a well.

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Just watching, the iron fan in his hand was opened by Mo Luo, and several sets of moves were performed by Mo Luo in the blink of an eye. The movements were crisp and fast.

But Moluo still shook his head and said with some distress:

"Too slow."

It was too slow. Compared with the attack of the Imperial Preceptor that day, it was still too slow. If the Imperial Preceptor really wanted to kill himself, he would be killed within three moves.

Mo Luo couldn't see through the mysterious national master, and he didn't know what kind of medicine she was selling in her gourd, but judging from the single force value, she was really strong.

Such a powerful person must have a place in the world, but she is willing to come to the Southern Kingdom to be inferior to others and to be a subject.

Mo Luo only felt that she had a premonition that she would see the national master again in the future.

And what she has to do now is to try her best to catch up with the pace of the national master, and wait until the next time they meet to hit a beautiful blow and avenge the shame.

Mora has always been unambiguous about the value of force. She has always been cruel to herself. If she can't do something well, she will keep doing it. She will keep doing it until she does it well and keep doing it.

The iron fan was spinning round and round in her hands, as if she had no intention of stopping. Mara stared at the rotating iron fan and was stunned.

When I came back to my senses, I found that Jichen had already been standing beside me.

"My wife, what is this? Is it your weapon? It looks so majestic!"

Mo Luo put away the iron fan, and before Ji Chen had time to stretch out his finger, he nodded lightly.

Seeing Mo Luo put away the interesting things, Ji Chen pouted unhappily and said:

"I want to see again..."

Mo Luo, on the other hand, ignored Jichen's coquettishness at all and just walked to the kitchen and served the food to the table with everyone.

Because Mara was injured, she was recuperating at home these past few days and eating very well.

There is meat almost every meal, and it goes without saying that Qiao Runzhi's cooking skills are very superior, so he is always the one doing the cooking.
Chapter completed!