Several people left the barren mountain, Jingyun looked at Gong Mohan and asked, "Master, do you want to send someone to stare at Mohua?"

"No need, since that man has given me a trick, he obviously has guessed that I want to use Ink Painting as bait. In this way, we can't find anything from Ink Painting anymore."

Wangyue punched her in the palm of her hand and said angrily: "Damn it, I had known this, we should have brought more people here and we would definitely catch him!"

Upon hearing this, Gong Mohan suddenly thought of the Battle of the Ghost King three years ago. At that time, he had three thousand soldiers, and there were only eighteen of them, but they buried his three thousand soldiers in the sea of ​​fire, and all the bones were turned into ashes!

Three years have passed, and he tried his best to find these eighteen people, but they have no trace of them. Every time they dreamed of the soldiers who were burned to death by the fire, he had no face to face them.

Suddenly, Gong Mohan thought of something, Pofeng glared at Wangyue fiercely and said, "Master, let's go back, the princess is still in the mansion."

Wangyue touched her nose, not knowing what she said wrongly.

Thinking of Rong Qianzhi, Gong Mohan's heart seemed to be healed a little, so he nodded and the few of them were about to return to the palace.

In the past few days, Gong Mohan has not returned to his room to sleep. Rong Qianzhi didn't have to face him and went to bed early.

Gong Mohan entered the room. Rong Qianzhi suddenly woke up when he heard the movement, sat up, staring at Gong Mohan through the curtain.

Why did this guy come here in the middle of the night? He wants to scare people!

"I've disturbed you?" Gong Mohan came to the bed and asked.

"Well, Brother Mo Han, why are you here?" Rong Qianzhi pouted and asked.

"This is my room, this is my bed, so I am here to sleep." As he said that, Gong Mohan took off his coat and shoes, threw them on the clothes hanger, and got on the bed.

Rong Qianzhi grinded his teeth. Gong Mohan, a black-hearted guy, always has the ability to anger people to death and not deserve his life. Sooner or later, she will be angry with him.

"Oh." Rong Qianzhi felt that it was too unworthy to be angry to death. He didn't want to pay attention to him anymore and lay back.

Gong Mohan curled the corners of his mouth, reached out to hug Rong Qianzhi, and smelled the faint fragrance of the girl's body, his heart slowly calmed down.

Rong Qianzhi didn't move and let Gong Mohan hug her. They all got married, why are she still pretentious?

Suddenly, she suddenly thought that they did not take contraceptive measures that night. She didn't want to get pregnant at all, let alone run away from the ball.

Thinking of this, Rong Qianzhi was not calm. She reached out and touched her belly. It has been several days since then, so it must be too late to contraceptive. Maybe there is a ball in her belly.

Gong Mohan had already taken off his mask and closed his eyes. He noticed Rong Qianzhi's movements and opened his eyes to look at her: "Zhizhi, what are you doing?"

Rong Qianzhi blushed: "I didn't do anything."

"Then why did you touch your stomach?" Gong Mohan refused to give in.

Rong Qianzhi choked and wished he could slap Gong Mohan to death with one palm, but he could only say in his mouth: "My stomach is a little itchy."

"Who will help you scratch?"

"No!" Rong Qianzhi grabbed Gong Mohan's hand, his face burning like fire.
Chapter completed!