Chapter 14 How to look cute

   The person on the bed shuddered and let out a burst of giggle.

   "As expected of the famous grandfather in the imperial capital, actually, he even knows the art of soul capture."

Soul capture, as the name implies, is to control people's three souls and seven souls through magic, and manipulate people's mind. In today's world, there are very few people who know the soul-taking technique as a forbidden technique.

   Ke Mo Yichen not only knew, but was able to calm his mind and not be affected by her Soul Destruction.

   Zuo Qiu Ran's eyes reappeared, and she knew that this man was definitely not that simple.

   Otherwise, she would not have regarded him as a rival in her previous life.

  Mo Yichen withdrew his hand with a calm expression, "Miss Zuoqiu, since you have decided to cooperate with me, don't use such tricks to test me, otherwise, I will doubt your sincerity and real purpose."

   It was a cozy bedroom just now, and the atmosphere suddenly became weird. They looked at each other, and both of them saw the same thoughts as their own in each other's eyes.

   To doubt, to test, to examine, to use.

   In the end, it was Zuo Qiuran who took the lead in withdrawing his gaze and pointed to the storybook that Mo Yichen had thrown aside, "Is there any more stories to listen to? Brother-in-law."

   Mo Yichen frowned, and didn't like being linked with the woman Zuo Qiuhan.

   "If you want to stay in my place, you'd better not anger me."

   His voice was cold, obviously angry.

   "Okay." Zuo Qiuran blinked, and when he spoke, Li Wu disappeared, "Uncle."

  Mo Yichen:…

   "The bald head is strong..." Mo Yichen's cold voice sounded again, reading the contents of the storybook.

   After a long time, a well-proportioned breathing sound came from not far ahead.

   Raising his eyes, Mo Yichen glanced at him.

   Slightly pink lips, white and tender cheeks, shallow pear eddies, long black eyelashes…

  The closed eyes blocked the original coolness and weirdness. Now Zuo Qiuran is like a delicate doll, so cute.

   Leaving Zuo Qiuran's room, Mo Yi and Mo Qi were still waiting outside.

   "Master." Mo Yi stepped forward, pushed Mo Yichen, and walked towards the study. Both he and Mo Qi had something to report to Master.

  …

   Half an hour later, the study.

   "Master, the situation in the imperial capital is as you expected, everything was within our expectations." Mo Qi said.

  Mo Yichen nodded and didn't speak. He sat beside the bed and looked out the window, as if he was waiting for something.

   Not long after, a dark shadow suddenly appeared. If it wasn't for Mo Yichen's extraordinary strength and keen insight, he might not have been able to spot it, and a figure had left the Qiuwuyuan villa.

   Mo Yi and Mo Qi's expressions sank at the same time.

   "Master, I'll go check..."

   "No need." Mo Yichen stopped Mo Yi.

   He knew who that figure was, and he could predict what that person was going to do.

Mo Qi was a little worried, "Master, Shihua Daoist fingerprinted you to come to Wuqing City, and you can solve this catastrophe, but you are really sure that the person Shihua Daoist said is destined is the one... that is Zuo. Miss Qiu?"

   Being glanced at by Mo Yichen's cool eyes, Mo Qi quickly changed his words.

  Mo Yichen just looked out the window without answering. After a while, he said coldly, "She will be a variable in Zuoqiu's family."

   Zuo Qiuran, who was being discussed by Mo Yichen's master and servant, was standing on the wall of the Zuoqiu family's ancestral house at this time.

   The night wind was rustling, the ink hair fluttered, and those almond eyes swept across the entire house, flickering with a ruthless light.

  Warm reminder: My family Ran is definitely not a little white sweet, so, Lord Chen has suffered

   (end of this chapter)

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