Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

Mo Qingcheng was helpless, his voice slowed down a little, everyone is here, what else can they do?

Just save it!

The man in the black robe gradually let go of his hand, as if confirming that the other party would not murder him, his hand softened and drooped to the stone slab.

Mo Qingcheng shook his head, took a deep breath, got rid of those messy thoughts, and began to inject the man.

On the other side, Shangguan Yichen was also racing against time to save others. If he and his mother were a step late, they might have already lost their hair.

Oh, it's so far away, how can my mother go all the way in vain?

A meaningful smile curled up on the corner of the little boy's mouth, and it's not too late to save people first.

The mother and the son were both busy, and Mo Qingcheng felt at ease with Shangguan Yichen. Although this kid had a cold personality, it would not be a problem to deal with general injuries.

Who made people's brains flexible and hands numb?

After Shangguan Yichen finished his work, seeing that Mo Qingcheng's side was not over yet, he closed his eyes full of distress, and quietly walked forward.

"Mother..." Shall I help you?

"You rest first, Boss, mother will talk to you later." Mo Qingcheng left a sentence, tapped with his fingertips, and the silver needle started to beat rhythmically.

Shangguan Yichen was slightly stunned, mother mighty!

After another stick of incense was busy, Mo Qingcheng pulled out the last silver needle, feeling a little exhausted.

Putting a handkerchief on his forehead, Mo Qingcheng's heart warmed, and he really enjoyed being loved by his own son.

Shangguan Yichen carefully wiped the sweat off Mo Qingcheng's forehead, and his voice became a little softer: "Mother, are you okay?"

The little boy couldn't help but blame himself, blamed himself for his incompetence, if he knew, he would let Qing'er come.

At the very least, Qing'er is a master of both medicine and poisoning, and can relieve her mother's worries, unlike herself who is clumsy and unable to do anything.

Just look at those two people on the ground and you will know that I have no talent at all!

Mo Qingcheng closed his eyes slightly, Shangguan Yichen quickly withdrew his thoughts and cleaned up the mess.

Outside, Ling Feng and others walked around anxiously, not knowing what happened to the master.

And those two damn dark guards, can't they send a message?Shouldn't it be eating inside and outside?

The two hidden guards who were innocently wrapped into mummies: "..."

Pooh!

This ghost can still report the letter?Bullshit!

Heh, fighting wits and courage with the young master will make you come and go!

Mo Qingcheng rested for a quarter of an hour and asked Shangguan Yichen to call for someone.

Shangguan Yichen glanced back at the man in the black robe on the stone slab, walked slowly to the door, and told them in a low voice that they could come in.

Ling Feng stepped into the stone cave, feeling uneasy, could it be... something happened to the master?

No!

No matter what, I have to save my master... Before my thoughts drifted away, I met the woman's fierce eyes, and Ling Feng was so scared that he almost died...

Miss Mo is so scary!

God, why is it so difficult to be a hidden guard?

Ling Feng took a deep breath: "Thank you, Mrs. Mo, my master..." Whether it is life or death, can you give me an accurate statement?

Shangguan Yichen stood aside, looking at Ling Feng coldly, as if he would never stop talking to you if he didn't talk to me.

Ling Feng's heart was pounding, and for some reason, he felt a little guilty for the eldest son of the Mo family.

Shangguan Yichen: Hehe, I'm going to watch, when will you greet me?

Ling Feng was like a needle on his back, cheered up, and said hello to Shangguan Yichen.

Shangguan Yichen: "..."

Is it stupid?

"Mrs. Mo..." Ling Feng turned his head and stood beside Mo Qingcheng, with mixed emotions in his heart.

"Huh?" Mo Qingcheng didn't respond for a while.

"My master..." Why no response?

Ling Feng was dizzy and asked subconsciously.

"Not dead!" Mo Qingcheng spit out two words lightly: "But..."

"What?" Ling Feng was apprehensive, rubbing his hands together.

"Continue to stay in this place where the birds don't shit, I guess Lord Yan will be very enthusiastic..."

Mo Qingcheng left behind a word, and walked away.