This princess is inappropriate

Mo Wei stared at him firmly, and said word by word: "No, insult my mother."

Chu Jingmao's pupils constricted suddenly, as if he knew something, and he glared at her with an unbelievably shocked expression.

She really wasn't Chu Jiaoping!

Just thinking about it, he only heard the sound of his own neck being twisted, and he wanted to say something again, but he could only stare in fear, opened and closed his mouth unwillingly, and then lost his anger.

Mo Wei let go of her hand slowly, walked to the table with a carefree expression, then fell down powerlessly, her eyes dull and confused, after a long time, she murmured: "I'm not a bastard... who am I... ..."

A strong hand lifted her up, and Mo Wei felt the familiar strength, and a strong and suffocating sense of oppression emanated from her surroundings.

She looked up suddenly, and saw Mo Wuyou's familiar face, her eyes turned red suddenly, as if she had a thousand grievances, her voice was slightly hoarse and fragile, full of strong dependence: "Master..."

Mo Wuyou looked at her delicate appearance, frowned coldly, and let go of the hand that was holding her.

Mo Wei suddenly came back to her senses, swallowed, blinked her eyes hard, held back the tears she was about to shed, lowered her head and said respectfully: "Congratulations, master, for leaving the customs."

Mo Wuyou glanced at Chu Jingmao, who was dying with regret, and said, "You know everything?"

Mo Wei looked at the direction he was looking at, and immediately understood, with deep sadness in her eyes, she said, "Yes, Chu Jingmao told me everything."

Mo Wuyou narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and stared at Chu Jingmao condensedly for a long while. He was really tired of his life. He hadn't seen him for more than ten years. Did he really think that he didn't exist?

Seeing that Chu Jingmao had already lost his breath, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't do anything to him, but his voice was a little low and unhappy, and said: "You killed too fast."

Mo Wei didn't understand why Mo Wuyou was so angry. She, who never dared to disobey him, still lowered her head and said, "Master taught you the right thing. Chu Jingmao shouldn't be terminated like this."

Mo Wuyou didn't pay attention to her anymore, and was about to turn around and leave, but Mo Wei looked at his back, and suddenly stopped him: "Master..."

Mo Wuyou stopped in his tracks without answering.

Mo Wei clenched her fists tightly and said, "Master, do you know my mother?"

Mo Wuyou frowned, and asked without answering, "Why do you ask that?"

Mo Wei gritted her teeth, and said: "Once upon a time... I once saw a mummy in the Chu Mansion. The way that person died was from the hands of the master. When I was seven years old, my mother died, and the master appeared by such a coincidence. In the Chu Mansion, I was accepted as an apprentice, but the disciple just wanted to ask if the master treats the disciple's mother..."

"I don't know." Mo Wuyou interrupted her coldly, and said, "I will pay attention to you only because of your different-colored pupils, you know?"

Mo Wei's disappointed eyes were full of darkness, she slowly lowered her head, and said: "Got it..." After a moment of silence, she said again, "Master, I really want... really want to see my biological father... "

Mo Wuyou turned to look at her and asked, "Why?"

Mo Wei gritted her teeth angrily, and said, "I...I'm going to kill him!"

Mo Wuyou looked at her steadfastly, with no joy or anger between his brows.

"My mother is so soft and weak. A person who couldn't bear to trample on an ant to death was taken away by such a cruel man. She didn't take any responsibility and was forced to marry Chu Jingmao, a bastard. She died like that. Injustice, so miserable...

"If it wasn't for him, my mother would have a better life. She has suffered such a great humiliation, I am not reconciled! I am not reconciled!" Mo Wei became more and more excited as she spoke, gasping for breath, and said, " Chu Jingmao is a beast, and that person is even more! Let me find that person, and I will cut him into pieces!"

As the words fell, a sharp dagger appeared in front of her eyes, and she suddenly turned around.

Mo Wei was stunned for a moment, raised her hand to take the dagger, and Mo Wuyou held her hand again, aiming at her heart.

She raised her eyes and was startled suddenly, her slender hands trembled in an instant, they were all tightly imprisoned by his powerful force, unable to move, the resentful and rampant tone dissipated just now, she could only open her trembling lips, Said: "No... Master..."

"It's me." Mo Wuyou opened his mouth.

Mo Wei looked into his gloomy eyes in shock, as if she didn't dare to miss any of his expressions, she stared at him without blinking, her heart was beating violently, and said, "What?"

"It was me who took away your mother's innocence and gave birth to you." Mo Wuyou said every word.

Mo Wei opened her mouth slightly, with a dull and unbelievable expression on her face, but innumerable strands of ecstasy burst out from her heart.

"Satisfied? You want to kill me, come." After Yuluo, Mo Wuyou stabbed her hand holding the dagger towards his heart again.

"No!" Mo Wei shook her head in a panic and struggled, "Master, this disciple dare not! Disciple is wrong..."

Mo Wuyou let go of her hand, turned sideways, recalled the past, and sighed softly.

With a "crack", Mo Wei let go of her hand, and the dagger fell down.

She looked up at Mo Wuyou. She had never had the courage to look at him so closely before. She was surprised and pleased at the same time. After watching him for a while, she smiled.

Mo Wuyou glanced at her and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Hearing his words, Mo Wei smiled even more, her eyes were full of admiration, and said: "I just never thought that Master is my biological father, my father, not that weak and cowardly scum Chu Jingmao, but such a powerful person, is the king of Beiming who covers the sky with one hand."

Mo Wuyou glanced at the dagger on the ground, luckily sucked it up, and stretched out a hand towards Mo Wei.

Mo Wei understood, and immediately took out a handkerchief from her sleeves and offered it with both hands.

Mo Wuyou wiped the dagger slowly with a handkerchief, and said, "It's not that I don't want to marry, it's that she insists on marrying Chu Jingmao."

She froze, puzzled and said: "Why?"

Mo Wuyou stopped wiping, slightly raised his eyebrows, and said, "Maybe you are afraid of me?"

Mo Wei was speechless, and remained silent for a moment. Chu Yan and Mo Wuyou were people from two worlds. It was hard for her to imagine that they would have any intersection.

She pursed her lips and said, "Then... how did Master know Mother? Can you tell me... what happened before..."

Mo Wuyou glanced at her, turned around, put the handkerchief back on the table, put the dagger back into the scabbard, and said, "I don't want to say anything."

Hearing this, Mo Wei seemed a little disappointed. Seeing that Mo Wuyou wanted to go away, she said again: "Master! Can I... can I call you..."

"Call me Master." Mo Wuyou replied indifferently, and left.

Mo Wei was a little depressed, but she still couldn't restrain the ecstasy in her heart. After a long time, she smiled again. No wonder she was stupid. Mo Wuyou still wanted her to be the young master. It turned out that he was her biological father. In the past few years since mother's death, today is the happiest day for her.