C11 Man these three bastards

Mo Weinong's eyes widened, her heart racing.

Heavens, what if she was so excited? That conceited, pretentious, and ignorant Ji Haolin was actually ? The seed of a love affair between a Mrs. Ji and another person?

Aiyo, this is going to be a good show.

Mo Weinong touched her chest, she was calm and collected, how could she gloat? What was wrong with laughing behind her back? This was too unkind. No matter what, she had to run up to him and laugh.

Mo Weinong raised her eyebrows, and the voice of the Mrs. Ji came to her ears once again.

"I understand, Haolin will listen to me." As she said that, she hesitated for a moment before carefully asking, "But, I've already talked it through with Madam Wanning Marquis today. Suddenly, I'll go back on my words. If you aren't happy with Haolin, what should we do? "

The man frowned, as though he was hesitating, his fingers lightly tapped on the table, and after a long while, he said, "Isn't there another Mo Weinong? Wasn't it said in the outside world that she and Haolin were mutual lovers? You just have to tell Marquis's Wife that Mo Weinong is unsatisfied to be together with a cousin. As for the specifics, that's up to you. "

Mrs. Ji's eyes lit up, "That's right, why didn't I think of that? In any case, that Mo Weinong wanted to be Haolin's concubine and even plotted against our Haolin. Hmph, how can it be so easy to reach our Haolin? I should learn a lesson. "

What?

Mo Weinong's face was filled with disbelief, so what did it have to do with her?

These three bitches, did they really think that she, Mo Weinong, could be easily bullied by others?

Her face turned slightly green and her fingers began to slightly tighten. When she was done listening, she was about to go downstairs when the door to the next room was opened and someone walked out.

Perhaps the sound of their footsteps was too loud, but all of a sudden, the man in the room exclaimed in a low voice, "Who is it?"

Mo Weinong frowned, she suddenly hooked onto a pillar at the side, both of her legs flipped up, and steadily landed on the house beams.

The man opened the door and took a look outside. Seeing that a guest had come downstairs, he heaved a sigh of relief and went back in.

Not long after, Mrs. Ji walked out with her head lowered. The man followed her out the door and disappeared at the top of the stairs.

And at this moment, Mo Weinong was looking at the person on the beam with narrowed eyes.

She didn't think that there would actually be someone hiding on the beam.

The man in front was wearing a black robe and had a face covered by a veil. His eyes were cold and filled with killing intent. He was squatting on the beam without moving, not even breathing.

The black-clothed man squinted his eyes and suddenly attacked towards Mo Weinong.

Mo Weinong's waist bent, and her head fell down, avoiding Yue Yang's attack. Both of his hands pushed forward, and steadily landed on the ground.

The man in black followed closely behind. A dagger in his hand was ice-cold as he ruthlessly slashed across the air.

When Mo Weinong was at the CIA, he was good at close combat. The man did not pull out her sword from her waist, which suited her well.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already exchanged a few blows. Mo Weinong kicked off his dagger, and when he took a step back, she suddenly started pulling at her own collar.

The black clothed man's movement that was just about to step forward was stunned, as Mo Weinong took the opportunity to kick him between his legs.

"Ugh ?" The black-clothed man's pupils shrank as he looked at her in disbelief. Seeing the people below running up when they heard the commotion, he did not dare to fight anymore. He twisted his legs and quickly flew out through the window.

Only then did Mo Weinong hide herself, and when the people downstairs ran up, she went back down again.

She then straightened her clothes and let out a breath before quietly heading downstairs.

Unexpectedly, when they reached the hall downstairs, they saw a lot of people looking at the street outside with their necks bent.