She looked at this Qiqi with some regret and pity.

This child is determined to learn martial arts well and avenge his parents!

Seeing his ignorant look, she had to explain that he knew, "Qiqi, ours are different. You are flat and wide. The most common people are concave."

Qiqi seemed to understand, "For this reason, I can't learn martial arts anymore?"

Mo Liancheng said lightly again: "If you can't learn martial arts, it doesn't mean you can't avenge your parents. If you want to avenge you, you have many methods."

Qiqi clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and roared in pain, "I want to kill those who ruined my family with my own hands!"

Mo Liancheng was silent for a moment and gave his advice, "Then learn to poison."

Qiqi was surprised.

Mo Liancheng told him, "If you learn to use poison and make drugs, you really need to compare it. Using poison to kill people is the least effort and the most direct and convenient."

Qiqi took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and when she opened it again, she was determined, "Okay, I'll learn to use poison!"

So Qiqi abandoned Wu and left the poison.

At night, Mo Liancheng and Qu Tan'er were lying on the bed.

After the love was over, Mo Liancheng hugged Qu Tan'er. Qu Tan'er sighed unconsciously, attracting Mo Liancheng's attention, "Tan'er, are you worried?"

Qu Tan'er said: "Chengcheng, do you think Qiqi's pressure will be very high?"

How old is he?

Seven years old!

At the age of seven, you have to bear the hatred of your family.

Mo Liancheng lazily raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "No pressure, how can you get the motivation?"

Qu Tan'er nodded: "It makes sense."

Mo Liancheng was funny. She had been paying attention to Qiqi recently and forgot to toss her more than thirty servants.

The vegetable gardens and fruit gardens that have been cultivated in the backyard have been planted.

The pond has been dug, some fish have been raised, and the seedlings have grown!

Suddenly, he turned over and over to Qu Tan'er's body, "Tan'er, why don't we want another child?"

He murmured, his slender fingers slid down her smooth skin and swam to her underwear. His fingers casually picked up the milky whiteness, and his clothes were wide open, revealing the white and tender skin he had just kissed. The red and purple patches on it were both heartbreaking and unrestrained, and he wanted to ravage it hard.

"Tan'er..." The voice was very low and hoarse.

Qu Tan'er was so angry that she had goose bumps all over her body. She had just tossed for a while. At this moment, she didn't have the strength to fight again, so she punched him and said softly, "City, I'm tired..."

He gnawed her delicate collarbone and reminded her hoarsely, "You don't have to move."

"But my stomach is uncomfortable?"

Having felt uncomfortable in the stomach? Mo Liancheng's throat immediately dissipated. He put his hand on Qu Tan'er's wrist and carefully examined the pulse. He didn't find any strange things. He took it seriously twice, and finally put down her hand in confusion.

Qu Tan'er pretended to ask, "What's going on? Do I have any problems?"

Mo Liancheng browsed, "What kind of pain is it?"

Qu Tan'er blinked her eyes, and her watery eyes were very confusing. She continued to lie in a low voice: "It's just a stomachache... like a pain caused by a hand."

There was no way, she described the symptoms of a woman's dysmenorrhea - of course, she was not really in pain.

So, if you don’t have that ability, don’t lie.
Chapter completed!