Quickly wear your male god is online

Chapter 611 Sleeves (105)

Mo An'an's figure is like a ghost, avoiding groups of bright and dark guards, while still having the energy to communicate with the system.

"According to the normal situation, those Beirong people should live in the guest house, but these people..." Tsk clicked twice, these guys who have forgotten the blood feud of their ancestors are obviously not human!
Naturally, it is more hidden to place people in the place of their ancestors!

"I don't know what happened to the coffin board of the ancestor of the Lan family?"

Even the ancestors can be sold... This is an aristocratic family that has been corrupted to the extreme!
Thinking of this, Mo Anan's always gentle but indifferent eyes flashed sharp and bloodthirsty!

"They don't deserve to be called a family!"

For a moment, the system felt like it was about to crash, [Host, you... what's wrong with you? 】

Mo Anan's eyelids were half drooped, "It's nothing!" It's just that her soul fusion is getting closer and closer to perfection.

Although her memory only recovered a little bit, she knew the identity of the "system"!

The space-time grinding disc from the chaotic world!

In fact, just now, without the help of the system, she was able to avoid the hidden guards, but she subconsciously hid her strength.

Getting rid of these temporarily useless thoughts, Mo Anan sped up his actions.

"click"

With a slight bang, a secret door was opened, and then quickly closed again.

An extremely long passage appeared in front of Mo Anan... At the end of the passage, there was a space similar to that of a bedroom.

The two people in the bedroom were extremely surprised by this uninvited man in black!
The younger man blurted out, "Who are you?"

Only surprise can be seen on their faces, but no expressions of fear, fear, etc. can be seen!

Mo Anan raised her eyebrows, "I..."

As if thinking of something, he paused, and said to the person who spoke just now: "This...Young Master, before asking others, you should introduce yourself... This is the most basic etiquette!"

Hearing this, the young Beirong man nodded, "I'm Grimtaine..."

"Grim!" The old Beirong man who hadn't spoken all this time just yelled. Although Grimtaine's face was stinky, he just snorted softly and turned his head to one side.

Mo Anan smiled, "This old gentleman... It seems that you don't welcome me?"

Simuk's mind is obviously much better than that of Grimm's, and he stared at Mo An'an quite well, "What's your name?"

Mo Anan looked at him for a while, and seemed bored, "Okay, okay, since you want to know so much, I'll tell you. My name is Ye, and my name is Papa! You can call me Papa Ye, or me dad!"

Simuke is a person who will not be easily influenced by others. He didn't call her Papa Mo Anan, nor Papa Ye, but said: "Then where did you come from, and how did you get here?"

"Of course he came in!" With an expression of "Why are you so stupid, you have to ask such a simple question"!

Simuke, however, didn't have the heart to talk any more, he took out the dagger he was carrying with him, pointed at Mo Anan, "I hope your Excellency will think it through before answering!"

Although several aristocratic families have secretly hooked up with Beirong, this kind of thing cannot be put on the table!

The blood feud between the Central Plains people and the grassland people can be said to be from generation to generation. If the army and the common people know about it... who knows what will happen?
Therefore, the two representatives sent by Bei Rong lived in the basement!
You know, one of them is still a prince.

Mo Anan squeezed his left hand with his right hand. He wanted to play again, but the other party seemed to be in a hurry...

(End of this chapter)