210. Is This Prince Hungry, Is There Anything To Eat? 3
"The bed is my own, please find the floor yourself. I don't want to be so domineering, but it's also necessary, because I accidentally sprained my foot when I dragged you from the hot spring. So, in order to repay me, you shouldn't have snatched me." After that, Qu Tan'er stood up, and indeed walked to the bed one by one, and then lay down lazily. It was so comfortable. Sure enough, it was still a bit more comfortable with the bed.
"Injured? Why didn't you say it earlier?"
Mo Liancheng's Meifeng is lightly locked. No wonder she has been sitting there for several hours without moving?
"..." Qu Tan'er glanced at him, "Your Majesty, you haven't asked."
The next moment, Mo Liancheng was already sitting on the edge of the bed and checking her ankles.
Sure enough, it started to swell...
"Idiot!" Suddenly, Mo Liancheng's eyes turned cold, and he quickly pulled the person in the bed into his arms. In an instant, he avoided the bed and lifted up a quilt, throwing away the sudden shot of the cold arrow. He then hugged her and rolled down the table, blocking most of the cold arrows!
Qu Tan'er was so shocked that her chin was about to fall off.
"Mo Liancheng, didn't you say that the killer won't come down?"
"Uh...the estimation is incorrect."
Mo Liancheng smiled awkwardly and said it lightly, as if the estimate was wrong, that was... normal. Then, his eyes fell on her ankle, "How is it? Does it hurt?"
"It's okay." It hurts, how could it not hurt?
"Are you sure you're okay?" Mo Liancheng stared at her, not believing in what she said was fine.
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"Then why are you sweating?"
"Is it so hot?" He said so much, but he still won't let people live. There are still a bunch of killers outside? Before Qu Tan'er could calm down, she didn't pay attention and asked Mo Liancheng to pick him up. She even kicked the door open and walked out of the door.
Under the night, more than ten masked men were indeed standing.
However, there are obviously fewer ones on the cliff top.
"Hey, it's such a coincidence, who are you looking for?" Qu Tan'er waved her hand and greeted them very kindly.
Mo Liancheng couldn't help but thrust the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
Fortunately, the masked man's faces were blocked by the black cloth, and it was also night and I couldn't see them clearly. But I guess it wasn't much better.
"Eighth Prince, you are quite lucky. You will still have a life of life after falling down. But tonight is your death! Brothers, kill!" A tall man in black shouted at the leader.
This group of people was no longer like the mud on the cliff. They rushed up as soon as they saw Mo Liancheng. However, it was impossible to suspect that they were not the same group, because the masked man who had just spoken could also hear from his accent that he had also said on the top of the cliff. It was the man who rushed out and wanted to kill Mo Liancheng and the others.
Seeing a dozen killers rushing up.
Mo Liancheng was not surprised, and only suddenly smiled at the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and asked the person in his arms, "Do you think they have the ability to win my life?"
"You did it on purpose." She frowned slightly, not sure what medicine he was selling in the gourd.
"Tell me, I want to hear it." Mo Liancheng smiled faintly, and affirmed her statement.
Chapter completed!