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After teasing Molda, Inkyan admitted that her nerves had been momentarily pleased.

However, Mo Da was different from the resentful servants of the Mo family, and he was also different from young master Xian! After a few exchanges, even the clay figurine became angry.

Soon, Butler Cong arrived at the Flying Flower Pavilion with Mo Da's first order.

"49!"

Butler Cong smoothed his grizzled hair and straightened his back, trying his best to put on a dignified air as he looked down at Han Yan.

"The general has a talent for painting when he first met you. He should be naturally welcomed by women. After careful consideration, I decided to send you out with an urgent task. "

Oh?

Ink Flame stretched her ears and thought silently, how could Molda be so cautious?

Housekeeper Cong disdainfully looked at the uncaring expression on Ink Yan's face, and casually revealed her purpose for coming here.

"Help the Southern Prince, Murong Nan, collect this year's daughters!"

"What?!"

When the word 'Matriarch' rang out again. For some reason, she felt as if her entire body was trembling!

A month ago at the Grand Desolate Station, that massacre that involved blood donation and flames had unknowingly tormented her for almost an entire month!

30 days in a month!

Mo Yan did not forget the scene of Mo Huang holding his neck and falling into silence!

"No!"

At that time, although she still maintained her respect and politeness on the surface, she was kneeling on the ground, but in reality, her fist that was stuck to the ground had veins popping out all over it. Her nails, which were curled up in the palm of her hand, dug into the flesh, causing a sharp pain.

"As a noble, I cannot capture my own country's daughter!"

However, compared to the previous times, he had succeeded. This protest of Ink Yan's clearly failed.

"This is …" Steward Cong muttered the words' big shot '. Suddenly, a sharp gleam shot out from the old man's eyes, and he emphasized the point. 49, You are already General Morda's man! You are working for the Sirian now! If you want to take someone's money, you have to get rid of the calamity for them! "

"Even if you don't want to, you still have to!"

Why?!

Just as Butler Cong was about to take action, Mo Yan instantly jumped up from the ground, grabbed his collar, and asked him angrily, "Who the hell are you?!"

"Even your master is willing to protect me in the underground beast battle arena! If I don't do something as insignificant as catching a girl, can't you just find someone else to do it? "Why must it be me?"

Housekeeper Cong caught sight of Ink Yan's gaze and said loudly, "This is what the general meant!"

"When the general came out, he knew you would refuse! But he said he wasn't worried! "Because he said you must know how to get what you want!"

"You can't always put on a high front in the general's house and talk about this and that! You have to show me what you really can do, don't you? "

But even though Butler Cong's words were so clear and cruel, Mo Yan still shouted, "I don't understand!"

"Am I not the general's chosen victor from the underground beast battle arena? "With just a single person, he took away a large portion of slaves who had spent three years on military expenditures. Who said he couldn't do it?!"

"Then you can, but why don't you?"

Butler Cong's finger stabbed into Mo Yan's heart! It was a simple and quick death story!

Until now, Ink Yan knew what hell was.

This was definitely not referring to the sea of bitterness that would arise when one was unable to reach the shore no matter how hard they tried to swim. Instead, it was a naked and fruitful situation, forcing you to recall the most painful and most miserable experience of your life, and then forcing you to participate once again, or even to recreate the tragedy of a newborn!

As for her, other than falling back into hell, she had no other choice!