A trace of solemnity flashed suddenly in Mo Yiran's eyes, and his voice was low: "Since you are Feng Qingcheng, why don't you continue to be the Feng Qingcheng you used to be? Isn't that good? At the very least, it's still alive..."

His words made Feng Qingcheng's heart quietly put away casually, and took a step back, looking at him with some vigilance.

"What does Zuo Xiang mean?"

"I respect General Feng, so I kindly advise you here... If you are not sure, you should restrain your sharpness... Otherwise, you will cause a disaster of killing..."

"What does this mean by sir?"

Mo Yiran's eyes were very meaningful and circling slightly in her eyes, and she suddenly knew how to turn around and leave.

"If I say that, I can only click on it and stop... The rest depends on your fate..."

Seeing his back gradually disappear, there was a trace of complexity in Feng Qingcheng's eyes.

Is this Mo Yiran warning himself to restrain his sharp breath or to warn himself that someone is going to be bad for him?

Could this be the look he gave himself the hint before leaving? This is what he meant?

What kind of disaster will she cause if she is an unarmed woman without any penny?

Could it be that those who did not kill Mu Chenxiao wanted to be detrimental to them?

Thinking that he was bound by Mu Chenxiao with poison and was unable to be free, but he was implicated by him. He might have been gloriously on the blacklist of the assassin killer, Feng Qingcheng felt that he was not human inside and outside.

...

Mu Chenxiao seemed to be drunk. When the guards were carrying the carriage around, he muttered all the way, not knowing what he was muttering to himself.

As soon as he entered the carriage, he lay there motionless as if he had lost consciousness.

Smelling the scented alcohol in the car, Feng Qingcheng kicked him hard: "You should just pretend to be drunk, why bother to make the alcohol in this car... It seems like it is coming out of a robe in the wine jar..."

Mu Chenxiao's long sigh came in a muffled voice, "The treatment between this person is different...When Mo Yiran was drinking and was beside you, why didn't he see you kicking him?"

Feng Qingcheng's eyes suddenly shrank, "Are you following me?"

"Me?" Mu Chenxiao suddenly turned around and lay down, looked at her side, with an unpredictable smile: "I have been drinking all the time, how can I have that free time to deal with your romantic affairs?"

"Then how did you know that Mo Yiran and I have met?"

"It's not just this king who knows it, but half of the people in the capital seem to know it..."

Feng Qingcheng became more and more confused. She clearly remembered that there seemed to be no one around her at that time.

Although I was not guilty when I met him, the speed of the news seemed to be spreading too quickly.

Mu Chenxiao suddenly sat upright and looked at her very seriously.
Chapter completed!