Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

Mu Wanqing grabbed Mo Qingcheng's hand and acted coquettishly: "Mother, can I leave this matter to Qing'er?"

Facing the cute little girl, Mo Qingcheng's eyelids twitched: "Okay, but mother wants to tell you, you have to be careful in doing things, and don't do things that hurt nature and reason. Of course, you can use any means to deal with enemies."

"Got it, mother, thank you!" Mu Wanqing smiled and rolled her eyes, "I'm going to find the second sister, she has a lot of tricks."

"..." Mo Qingcheng, who was about to speak, couldn't afford to offend anyone...

The neglected Shangguan Yichen and Mu Yunchuan looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

For the first time, Mo Qingcheng did not continue to stay up late, but lay down on the bed early and fell asleep.

I have been busy drying rice these days, and my whole body is almost exhausted.

In the middle of the night, Mo Qingcheng suddenly opened his eyes, jumped, and disappeared into the room in the blink of an eye.

"Ma'am, the magistrate of Qi is seriously injured and is in critical condition..." Bai explained as he walked.

"What's going on?" Mo Qingcheng's cold eyes were full of anger: "Is it the Bai family? The Shangguan family? Or the Mo family?"

"Ma'am, none of them... seem to be people from the underworld..."

"Damn it!" Mo Qingcheng cursed, and the matter of fighting with Ling last time has long been forgotten.

wrong!

"There are ghosts in the county government!"

"This subordinate doesn't know." Bai Yi's expression was solemn, and the baby felt bitter.

A quarter of an hour later, Mo Qingcheng stepped into the cabin in the forest, where the hunter temporarily settled.

A huge night pearl exuded white light, shining on Qi Yuanwei's pale face, making it even more strange.

The man was dying, lying on the ground, and the old butler was crying bitterly, his hands trembling, and he fed the antidote one by one.

Two hidden guards were seriously injured and unable to take care of themselves.

Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly: "Old man, let me go."

The old housekeeper's expression was dull, and he suddenly realized that he knelt on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed repeatedly: "Madam, help me!"

"Noisy!" Mo Qingcheng impatiently pulled out the needle bag, stepped forward, and squatted down.

A white shadow flashed, and the old butler fell to the ground, unconscious.

The two hidden guards struggled to get up, and a cold voice wafted into their ears: "If you don't want to kill your master, please be quiet. Either turn around, or fall into a coma."

Mo Qingcheng was too lazy to talk nonsense, his cold eyes swept lightly, the two dark guards were shocked, and subconsciously turned their heads away.

The two looked at each other and took a deep breath. This style of painting seemed wrong. What was wrong would not be reflected for a while.

The brain is not injured... It's incomprehensible!

The corner of Bai Yi's mouth twitched, Madam's move was simple and rude, and the effect was immediate, hey, I learned another trick.

Mo Qingcheng threw out a medicine bottle: "Take it quickly."

"..." Bai Yi was stunned for a moment, his hands were quick and his eyes were quick, he grabbed the medicine bottle in his hand, Gululu swallowed three pills in a row.

Mo Qingcheng supported his forehead: "One grain per person."

Bai Yi: "..."

It's not too late to say, I'm done eating...

The pill melted in his mouth, Bai Yi lowered his eyes and glanced at the medicine bottle in his hand, a faint refreshing breath penetrated into the eight extraordinary meridians, making him want to roar comfortably.

Bai Yi poured out a elixir, stuffed the bottle into his bosom, split the elixir into two, stuffed it into the mouths of Qi Yuanwei's two hidden guards, took out his handkerchief to wipe his hands in distaste.

The two dark guards burst into tears, were they rejected or were they rejected?

The corner of Mo Qingcheng's mouth twitched, did not expect Bai Yi to have such a treacherous side?

Bai didn't look sideways, staring at the door of the wooden house, thanking the old man for his wise decision...

Mo Qingcheng fed Qi Yuanwei the detoxification pill, applied needles to stop the bleeding, and bandaged the wound.

Three centimeters to the left of the chest, a broken sword with barbs, bleeding black blood.

Mo Qingcheng stared coldly, either his strikes were not good enough, or his arrow skills were too good...