My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 4: The first thousand six hundred and eighty-third

"Different positions? Different positions." Qiao Mu sneered, "I, Qiaomu, will not be like a mad dog, biting others for life and life because of their different positions."

　　" Ask yourself, from Sikong Xing to Shuntian Mansion, and then to Shenzhou! How many times have you dealt with me on this road? You instigated Palace Master Geng Pengcheng of Shuntian Mansion to go to the Star Territory Sikong, when When I was seven years old, I started to deal with me!"

　　"You arranged Wen Ruwan, a woman, to intervene in the lives of me and my family, with the intention of manipulating my life, wanting me to live as good as death?"

　　 "All these conspiracies, after I met Mo Lin, after I joined the Shenshui Sect, suddenly collapsed."

　　 "You're playing it!" Qiao Mu's hand came out with a black ruler, staring coldly at Mu Qingya in front of him.

　　"The countless pursuits, countless conspiracies and tricks afterwards, it's just that you want to come back."

　　 "You failed completely (you succeeded in your last life)." Qiao Mu looked at her with cold eyes.

　　 "You can no longer control my life (you made me miserable in your last life)."

　　 "How I want to live, how I want to go, I control my future entirely by myself. (How much blood and tears I paid for this)"

　　 In her previous life, she didn't even know that she was the daughter of the Mu family. She didn't even know that this world, this world, could be so vast.

　　 didn’t even know that, in order to deal with her, in order to prevent her from gaining her original identity, in order to prevent her from setting foot on the fertile land of the Three-State Continent, he used so many disgusting people. Pickling means.

　　 Now she even doubts whether this Mu Qingya is a psychologically distorted metamorphosis.

　　 Otherwise, how could she be so at ease that she used all these conspiracies against a seven-year-old girl.

　　 What kind of hatred or resentment is it that made her hate and poison her mother, Long Chuyun?

　　"You will never know. For a person accustomed to freedom, equality, and openness, what kind of life is the worst."

　　"You won Qiaomu." Mu Qingya let out a long sigh of relief, "I have nothing to say to Mu Qingya."

　　 "I'm just so curious, how far can you go, a ghost who crawled out of hell, in this life?"

　　"The ice-cold snow-capped mountains, cold to the bones. The faint sea of ​​fire, the flames burn the heart. Princess, the future, isn't it terrible?"

　　 "I will accompany her for as long as I go, don't worry about it." Mo Lin took a cold word, moved slightly, and came to the side of the arbor, reaching out to hold her icy little hand.

　　"What is there to be afraid of? We work together, and all difficulties can be solved by ourselves."

　　 The little princess raised her head and glanced at his smiling eyes, her heart suddenly soft.

　　"Hehehe." Mu Qingya suddenly smiled very openly, looking at Qiao Mu softly and said, "My child, you are much luckier than your mother."

　　 "I know, I know you hate me, and you want me to die now."

　　 "It's just that I still have a lot of things to do. At least today it is impossible to die." Mu Qingya pursed her lips and smiled, with a confident expression on her face, "Master Talisman, on these three continents, There are only a handful of heavenly masters!"

　　 "You are really a person, you have to look at it with admiration!" Mu Qingya sighed lightly.