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The next day, Ink Yan found herself waking up at the window.

The melodious bird cry was like a modern quartz clock, pulling her out of her dreams within half a second. She felt herself falling apart. Even the force that was pushing his eyelids open was almost gone. A buzzing sound reverberated around his head.

How strange!

She had only drunk three cups of wine last night. How could a glass of 20 degrees' worth of sweet water make a modern agent like her feel hungover?

At this moment, Ling opened the door and hid behind it. She carefully called out, "Sir, are you awake?"

"Mhm," Ink Yan weakly replied, raising her hand to climb up the wall, trying to climb up through the window.

However!

In the next second, "Oh no!" Ink Yan cried out in pain, and her whole body fell heavily onto the ground!

Ling Ling quickly ran in, held her and massaged her legs, asking nervously what was going on? Is it sore somewhere or how to drop?

The corner of Mo Yan's mouth twitched as she waved her hand, "Hand-hand …" The top of his hand, it was all f * cking painful ~

Unable to make sense of the situation, Ling Ling could only guess and try to touch Ink Yan's arms.

As a result, Aiyo ~

Mo Yan screamed again!

He only felt that his hands and feet were in pain! The scars on his body that had not healed before seemed to have cracked at this moment! The pain radiated from his heart! The pain was extreme, causing her to feel dizzy and nauseous.

Since when did Ling Ling ever see her cry out in pain like this? He was so scared that he fell to the ground, held his head and shouted, "Don't hit me!" Mistress, your hands and feet weren't injured by me!

At that time, Mo Yan was so angry that she almost died!

Why did it seem like slaves were shunning responsibility for such an inexplicable matter?

He could make me look like an unpardonable scoundrel at any time?

"Ling!"

Ink Yan helplessly dragged her tone as she called out to her servant girl. She was extremely calm and wanted to tell her that she had only suffered a laceration.

Who would have thought that Ling Ling would actually run out of the Flying Flower Pavilion and shout along the way when she heard this?

"Men, men ~"

He actually left her on the floor!

If he couldn't get up, the slaves wouldn't be able to count on him. Ink Yan could only roll her eyes and try to whistle, thinking that the wind and sharp blades should be coming back by now. No matter how bad it was, there was still a three-legged wolf that liked to dig dog holes.

Things were even worse now!

After the two beeps sounded out, Mo Yan looked at her nose and her heart, not hearing a single wolf run upstairs!

The breeze whizzed past the pavilion, rattling the pine branches. The sunlight shone through the windows and onto the ground. It was so bright that even the wooden floor of the room had a faint smell of wood. Following the faint sounds in the room was the distant chirping of birds. Two, naughty. It sounded like some noble young master had casually teased a canary.

Everyone, or the other creatures of the world, were busy with their own business.

Shui Yan waited for almost a quarter of an hour. Since he couldn't get help from others, he decided that it would be better this way. He closed his eyes and fell asleep for a moment. However, she had not expected this. His actions of 'slacking' in the morning had actually been protested by the heavens.

Just as she was about to fall asleep and continue her dream, a large number of wolves suddenly poured into Myrda's Bright Moon Tower. Morda, who had also just woken up, was also standing upstairs like a wooden stake in his pajamas. He looked down at his family's battle pet, which was holding a half-human tall dog in its mouth, lying neatly on the floor.

Every wolf had an unspeakable pride in their eyes. It was as if they had not been ordered by the Wolf King to surround and intercept a group of dogs the previous night, but had been engaged in a battle with an extraordinary enemy.

Morda glanced at the southern word on the dog's collar and began to support his forehead with a headache.

Murong Nan had just offered up a treasure to him yesterday, and today, he had captured all of his dogs. Is this really okay?

However, compared to the trouble caused by the Dog Corpse, Molda was more concerned about the reason why the pack of wolves still ran out even though they knew that their mission was to stay vigil!

The person their family brought from Sirius was definitely not possible, not even the unpampered Steward Cong!

Then it was!

"49!"

Mo Da's eyes suddenly opened wide! The laziness from his awakening turned into an intense volcanic eruption in an instant!

Following that, the sleeping Ink Mist heard Mo Da's shout in her dreams.

"Go!" Now, get me 49! "

"This general wanted to ask him just what has the Prince of the South offended him to the point that he wants his dogs to be exterminated?!"

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