"Mo Yunxi, don't think that if you intercede for me in front of the Holy Lord, I will be grateful to you!" Mo Zixuan's golden eyes couldn't hide their disgust, because she and Mo Yunxi were both saints and sons who were chosen by the patriarch to serve Mo Yuye, so someone always subconsciously put them together.

What kind of golden boy and jade girl is simply disgusting. Who wants to be with him, she likes Mo Yuye This matter has never been hidden in front of Mo Yunxi.

But when others laughed and said that they were a couple, he just laughed it off and never explained.

Others, on the other hand, interpreted his smile as acquiescence.

Ordinary people thought so, and even the patriarch and the patriarch's wife thought so.

I can't bear it! Why is this Mo Yunxi so annoying, the more I look at it, the more I hate it!

If it weren't for this incident, the patriarch and the patriarch's wife would probably still think they were a couple.

Thinking of this, Mo Zixuan felt more and more that she had done the right thing about poisoning in the first place.

Mo Yunxi smiled bitterly in his heart, Zixuan, why do you hate me so much. That ink feather night, is it really that good?

"Zixuan, if it weren't for Madame to help you with the old feelings this time, the Holy Lord probably wouldn't let you go easily. Not to mention, you're in a cell now, but you're unharmed. Mo Yunxi stared at Mo Zixuan, with a hint of melancholy and struggle in her turquoise eyes.

"I will never forget Madame's kindness to me, and I will do my best to repay Madame when I am out of prison." Mo Zixuan pursed her lips and said that she thinks she is not a good person, but she will not be ungrateful.

However, Mo Yuye, she will not let go easily, unless she is dead.

Mo Yunxi, who had been watching Mo Zixuan, naturally caught the flash in her eyes, and he laughed at himself: Mo Yunxi, you are just making yourself amorous from beginning to end, so why bother to practice yourself again?

"You take care of yourself, I'm leaving." Mo Yunxi turned around and left, leaving no trace of clouds.

Mo Zixuan just wanted to shout to stop him, but after noticing that he was no longer in the cell, she swallowed hard.

How did he go so fast? She also wanted to ask him about Mo Yuye's current situation?

Just ask him the next time he comes back.

Mo Yunxi, who walked out of the cell, looked back at Mo Zixuan's place again: I'm sorry, Zixuan, for your sake, and for my little selfishness.

I won't tell you about Mo Yuye's departure from Heavenly Demon Island anyway.

At the same time, the Patriarch's Mansion, in the living room.

"That's what he said?" The interrogator was a man who looked to be up to forty years old, dressed in a dark purple brocade robe, with dark hair tied to the top of his head with a jade crown inlaid with purple crystals. There was a hint of surprise in those ink-colored Danfeng eyes that were as deep as the night sky.

His face is a little vicissitudes, but it is still handsome and extraordinary. If you look closely, his knife-like facial features are very exquisite. It is not difficult to imagine how handsome he must have been when he was young.

The man was carefully skinning the grapes, but instead of eating, he put all the flesh on a glass plate beside him.

"That's what the Lord said to his subordinates." Mo Yan, who was kneeling on one knee, answered truthfully, and he had a headache. The Lord was at ease, leaving a mess for them to clean up.

"Oh?" The man rubbed his chin in amusement, and smiled evilly, that look was exactly the same as Mo Yuye.

That's right, this man is Mo Yuye's father, the patriarch of the Heavenly Demon Clan, Mo Xie.

"Since he has entrusted everything to you, then you can do it!"

Mo Yan saw Mo Xie's expression of "optimistic about you", and then got up and left with the glass plate and walked to the back room, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

For Mao, he always feels more pressured?

"Ling'er, come and taste it, this is the grapes that your husband peeled for you." As soon as Mo Xie entered the room, he walked towards the stunning woman who was sitting on the edge of the bed sulking with a flattering face.

The woman's hair is dewed, her ink-colored hair is swayed with amethyst tassels, and her facial features are exquisite and exquisite, small and exquisite.

Lightly sweeping Emei, the skin is as delicate as warm jade, soft and greasy, and the cherry mouth is not dotted and vermilion, and it is bewitching.

Violet apricot eyes, watery, and innocent like a fawn.

Dressed in a light purple lotus leaf swing fairy dress, the thin waist is not full of hands, so beautiful and so pure.

Such a woman seems to have been born to be held in the palm of a man's hand and held in her mouth. Because, she is so beautiful.

At this moment, she puffed out her cheeks and her cheeks flushed. It seems, coquettish and cute.

Looking at such an ink feather spirit, the ink evil almost didn't hold his breath and ate her.

"Humph!" The woman almost didn't hold her little face when she saw the grapes, and snorted coldly again in a pretended squeamishness.

"Don't be angry, my husband will be lighter next time." Mo Xie walked to her side, hugged her, buried his head in her neck, and sniffed her body fragrance.

"You, hum, shameless!" Mo Yuling shyly thumped his chest.

"By the way, how's it going? Is Xiao Ye really 'running away from home'? Mo Yuling asked solemnly, secretly thinking, if this is the case, then Xiao Ye's first 'run away from home' is too late, right?

I think she ran away from home when she was ten years old, although the reason was because she was dissatisfied with her family.

Hearing the question of his wife's disconnection as always, the corners of Mo Xie's mouth twitched.