There is no secret of these letters, it is nothing more than letter exchanges between several major families with Weiyang Palace. What surprised Su Luo was that Luo Haochen and Mo Yunfeng actually had letters to play with, and Luo Haochen also told Mo Yunfeng and his group about going to Muxian Mansion in person.

Su Luo's eyes flashed slightly.

It was not accidental, but inevitable to see Li Yaoyao being quickly found by Mo Yunfeng.

Because Mo Yunfeng led people to guard the periphery of Muxian Mansion early.

He did not go into the Muxian Mansion to enter the Nine-Level Hall because he wanted to be the fisherman for a long time! Because he had long known the efficacy of the Red Blood Scrophularia!

This despicable villain.

Su Luo originally felt a little guilty about what he wanted to do next, but now, not only does he feel no guilt, but he also has a little pleasure of revenge.

What was the reason why Su Luo read Mo Yunfeng’s letters? He was to imitate his handwriting.

After checking the handwriting, Su Luo gave up the initiative of her body to Xiao Shitou. Just like Xiao Shitou could speak magic words on her behalf on that day.

"What do you want to write?" Xiao Shitou frowned at the blank letter paper spread out in front of him.

"Love letter." Su Luo said concisely.

"Love...book..." Xiao Shitou twitched slightly, "Okay, you read and write."

Su Luo, with a stern face, began to recite seriously: "My favorite little Haruko..."

Three black lines appeared on Xiaoshi's forehead, but he still dutifully imitated Mo Yunfeng's handwriting and wrote this line. He had a premonition that Su Luo's words next said were definitely more exciting than this title.

"Kaharuko, I love you very much! Although I have said this sentence many times, every time you turn your face shyly and timidly..."

The little stone was covered in black thread, and the hand holding the pen was trembling. However, his good professional qualities allowed him to continue writing quickly.

"I will always remember that on that dark and windy night, I kissed you deeply and stroked your beautiful body deeply..."

Xiao Shitou lowered his head and continued to write in the font of Mo Yunfeng.

"That night, you lay beside me, we met naked, you said that you were as passionate as fire at this moment, but the snow and ice were filled with spring flowers..."

Xiaoshitou is almost unable to write...

Su Luo's explicit love words, which were full of flesh-laden words, were like not having money, and she was still affectionate when she read them, and she was almost vomiting when she saw them.

But Su Luo continued to recite: "That night...Balabala..."

The more you read these words, the more erotic and sexy, the more wild and explicit. Su Luo almost imagined every move, every posture, and every place, and this service is incredible.

Just as the little stone was about to collapse, Su Luo finally stopped.

"Are you writing it all out?"

"You can see it yourself." Xiao Shitou threw the pen and pulled back his soul.

At this time, the small stone was covered with sweat. This was more painful than practicing.

Su Luo picked up a thick stack of paper on the table, looked at it carefully one by one, and nodded with satisfaction: "This word is so emotional. It turns out that Xiao Shitou is also a master of this."

Xiao Shitou almost staggered and fell. He glared at Su Luo and simply practiced and ignored her.

Su Luo sat on the ring chair behind the table, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became wider and wider.
Chapter completed!