Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

The deacon elder Mo Qing'an was a little confused, there was no need to worry about it the whole time, Miss Qingwu really met her nemesis, why was she so happy?

Shouldn't it be infected?

Mo Qingcheng put the entry form on the table with a smile: "Elder, you have worked hard."

"Ahem... No hard work! This is the badge for the competition, please take it, Miss Qingcheng." Mo Qing'an blushed, and handed a white jade badge to Mo Qingcheng.

Mo Qingwu lowered her eyes, a look of unwillingness flashed in her eyes, and said softly, "Elder Mo, Sister Qingcheng has never participated in the competition, shouldn't she be given a black jade card?"

Mo Qingcheng's newcomer doesn't understand these rules, but the children of the Mo family are all clear about it.

You can only get a black jade medal for the first entry, a white jade plaque for the second entry, and a purple jade plaque for the third entry.

Mo Qingcheng blinked, "Mo Qingwu, there is still something to say here?"

"Yes, Sister Qingcheng..." Mo Qingwu looked at Mo Qing'an proudly, "Elder Deacon, look..."

"Miss Qingwu, this is an order from the Patriarch..." Mo Qing'an showed a meaningful look.

Mo Qingwu was like swallowing a fly, her heart was so terrified that she was dying, damn it, it was her father who came to say hello in person, hum!Let this little bitch Mo Qingcheng die in the martial arts field today.

"Elder Deacon, I'm sorry, I... I don't know if it's my father who wants to take special care of Sister Qingcheng..." Mo Qingwu's eyes were full of guilt, and she played Bailian bitch vividly.

Mo Qingcheng found a handful of melon seeds from nowhere, ate a few, spit the melon seeds on Mo Qingwu's skirt, clapped her hands, and stood up, "Thank you! The competition is about to start, right?"

Mo Qingwu: "..."

I really want to pounce on it and scratch that face. Although it is painted with smoky makeup, it is damn good-looking, how can it be broken?

Mo Qingwu nodded: "Sister Qingcheng, let me introduce you, this is sister Xinxin, this is sister Yulian..."

"Sister? I'm sorry, my mother only gave birth to a girl..." The corners of Mo Qingcheng's mouth curled up, wanting to get married?

Excuse me!

Miss Ben is not interested!

God horse thing?Don't even piss to see what kind of virtue you have?

It's okay to be ugly, and you still go out for a stroll, it's your fault.

Mo Qingcheng complained in his heart, Mo family genes have mutated, right?One is uglier than the other, why bother to wander around?

Mo Qingwu lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and exchanged a glance with Mo Xinxin, Mo Qingcheng, this little bitch wife is too difficult to deal with...

How could Mo Qingcheng not know the twists and turns in these people's hearts, trying to trick himself?Hey, it's not necessarily that the water glass hits the face.

Mo Yi and Mo San silently shed a tear of sympathy for Mo Qingwu and the others. Who can stop them if they insist on bumping into each other to die?

Mo Yulian suddenly said, "Sister Qingcheng, do you know the rules of the competition?"

"Rules of the game?" Mo Qingcheng blinked, "I don't know!"

What is the difference between knowing and not knowing?It's nothing more than melee and heads-up.

Mo Qingwu: "..."

Mo Xinxin: "..."

Mo Yulian: "..."

Mo Qingcheng is worthy of being a good chatterer, one sentence can kill the chat, Mo Yulian pursed her lips, and said no more.

A group of people came to the place where the lottery was drawn, and Mo Qingcheng lazily found a place to sit down, and waited for everyone to squeeze up to draw lots. When the last voice came, Mo San took it back, "Master!"

"Hmm, number one hundred and eight?" Mo Qingcheng's mouth twitched.

The next first match was divided into two arenas, one for male disciples and one for female disciples. The selection method was melee.

Mo Qingcheng glanced around with her cool eyes, feeling happy, having fun...