Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

Mo Qingcheng refused in a cold voice. He's a petty boy, wanting to use a tactic to delay the attack?

Hehe, hurry up, get out of here.

Ring: Encountered a stubble?Kicked to the iron plate?

Hey……

What?

Don't want to die!

Mo Qingcheng squinted his cold eyes, and wanted to destroy the ring. For some reason, this thing was full of weirdness. What if it caused trouble for him?

"Wuuu...Little lady, you are beautiful and kind-hearted, please accept me!" A delicate voice sounded in my mind, who else could it be if it wasn't a ring spirit?

Mo Qingcheng smiled evilly: "Let you become a master, what can I do?"

Ring spirit: "Little lady, I can help you fulfill your wish."

"I believe in you!" Mo Qingcheng's eyes became even colder.

The ring on the fingertip suddenly trembled violently, the temperature suddenly rose, and the hot Mo Qingcheng was thrown out directly.

"Ah...Master Beauty, don't..." The Ring Spirit wailed.

Mo Qingcheng's little heart was hit by [-] critical points, mother sold it, was this contracted?Or was it contracted?

A strange memory flooded into his mind, Mo Qingcheng became dizzy for a while, and meowed, wanting to beat Long Yinjie fat.

Bullshit dragon chanting, she's so cute like a bitch...

The Dragon Chanting Ring Spirit hid in the corner shivering, drawing circles, how could the beautiful master forget about it?

Not alive anymore!

No!

We must live strong and squeeze those crooked melons and cracked dates away.

snort!

I, Xiaoyin, are so easy to bully?

Mo Qingcheng was upset, and wanted to throw Longyinjie into the interstellar space, but Longyinjie refused, and the farmer almost ran away on the spot.

Little witch, master, say it again, no, say it three times!

I don't collect trash!I don't collect trash!I don't collect trash!

Mo Qingcheng rolled his eyes, his eyes were full of disgust, and he put the Dragon Yin Ring in his pocket.

Unexpectedly, this cheap thing turned into a black light, which automatically fell on Mo Qingcheng's finger.

Mo Qingcheng: "..."

How can you be so coquettish?

Tea in tea!

Long Yinjie didn't care about it, and tried to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible. The beautiful master's memory is missing, so it's better not to provoke her.

There is still room for that little devil to temporarily save his strength, hum!Let me wait...

Mo Qingcheng took a deep breath, this piece of dog skin plaster is so difficult to chew, so let's give it up for now, there are still important things to deal with.

Looking back at Long Yin Jie to settle accounts!

Long Yinjie was thinking, how to escape the catastrophe, and do something to satisfy the beautiful master?

Or, tell the beautiful master directly that he has learned to be broken in the change of time and learned to curse?

No, no, the beauty master hates these messy things the most, woo, wait online, urgent...

After a stick of incense, Mo Qingcheng flew down and found Bai Yi and the others.

Shangguan Yichen rushed forward and hugged Mo Qingcheng's waist, trembling all over: "Mother..." I thought you would never come back again...

The little boy had never been so worried about gains and losses, he hugged Mo Qingcheng tightly, and would not let go.

Mo Qingcheng couldn't help but touch his forehead. Why did the cub, who was always as stable as an old dog, become so clingy?

Sighing helplessly in his heart, he gently stroked Shangguan Yichen's head: "Good girl, isn't this all right?"

What are you worrying about?

Shangguan Yichen closed his eyes tightly, and sniffed greedily, the smell of his mother was really good.

A faint medicinal fragrance permeated his nostrils, gradually calming down the little boy's mood.

"Mother, don't be an example!" Shangguan Yichen blushed, withdrew from Mo Qingcheng's embrace, and stubbornly raised his head to stare into Mo Qingcheng's eyes.

"Okay! My boss will do whatever he says!" Mo Qingcheng resisted the urge to burst out laughing, probably frightening the child, it was all the fault of cannibalism.

The cannibal bone carving who was enslaved by the farmer burst into tears, this pot, the carving can't bear it...