The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

From that time on, there was no laurel wreath hung by the princess' window again, and the princess sealed herself up in the dust on the day she said goodbye to her lover.

As the heir to the royal family, she had to grow up and shoulder heavy responsibilities. It’s not that Mu Qingfeng had never come to see her, but the little princess simply didn’t want to see him. In addition, the people of the demon clan were ready to make a move, so he could only come to see his little princess after things were temporarily settled.

I sat alone on the eaves watching her busy as she worked. As usual, she would bring gifts every time she came back. Since I couldn't see her, I could only write letters.

Every time the princess would destroy things to avoid suspicion and leave no evidence, as if she was destroying a secret in her life that must not be known by others.

She read every letter carefully, and her heart was in pain when reading the letters. She knew that her beloved was outside and they could meet as long as she opened the door. However, she couldn't. The reason she separated from her lover was that she was the heir to the throne, and there were too many difficulties for a woman to become emperor. She had to be a tough and flawless stone man, without any weaknesses and without her loved one, so as to protect the country.

It's another birthday. Although Mu Qingfeng rushed back at all costs, it was still dawn. The news was that the owner of Baili Imperial City had changed, and Baili Suxue's life and death were unknown.

When the two met again, the little princess had become the Demon Lord's confidant.

The Qingyuan Sect was defeated, and Mu Qingfeng escaped at the risk of his life. What he wanted to do was to rescue his senior brothers and the disciples who were not dead yet and reunite with his junior sisters. But when he passed by the Qingyuan Warm Pavilion, he heard a familiar voice. This voice sounded very much like Mo Xiaolan. This voice seemed to have magic that prompted him to look over. He, who had always been a gentleman, actually peeked in such a despicable way this time.

The person under Cheng Huan's enemy was none other than his little princess, his lover who had disappeared for a long time.

At that moment, nothing mattered. For the first time, anger took over his mind and rushed in with unprecedented outrage.

Baili Suxue, who was immersed in joy, saw the face of the person who rushed in. At that moment, "she", who had been dead for a long time, came back to life. If she knew that Mu Qingfeng was from Qingyuan Sect, she would never come with Mo Chu.

Mo Chu lost interest after his night of love was interrupted. He took the clothes off the hanger and put them on, then slowly got out of bed: "Master Mu Feng has a habit of peeping at men and women having sex."

"Mo Chu, you beast!" Mu Qingfeng fought with him like crazy, but how could he, who was seriously injured, be a match for Mo Chu, who was at the peak of his career?

Mo Chu threw him to the ground and stepped on his face with his bare feet without hesitation: "I was just about to look for you, but you came here on your own. Tell me, where is Mo Xiaolan?"

"Beast, you will never know where she is."

"Well, then you can die in her place. At least you three brothers and sisters will have someone to take care of you in the underworld."

Just as Mo Chu was about to attack, the man on the bed ran down without caring about his messy clothes and knelt in front of him: "Your Excellency, please spare his life. Please let him go. I beg you."

"Oh." Mo Chu looked at the two of them and understood something in his heart. He squatted down and gently lifted Baili Suxue's chin: "I remember that after our first time, you said that you had a lover. Then you followed me. I asked you about it, but you were hesitant and perfunctory. What's going on? Could it be that your lover is my good uncle?"

Baili Suxue's thoughts were touched and she sat down on the ground.

"Interesting." Mo Chu smiled and sat back on the stool. "I suddenly don't want to kill him anymore, but there is a more fun way." He played with the grapes on the table. "Since Master Mu Feng wants to see it so much, why don't we let him see it to his heart's content? When Master Mu Feng doesn't want to see it anymore, just tell me Mo Xiaolan's location. How about that?"

"Mo Chu!" Baili Suxue growled, "Is this how you trample on me?"

"Trampling?" Mo Luofan smiled and said, "Since Princess Baili doesn't want to play, there's no need to keep this toy for entertainment."

The entertainment he was talking about was undoubtedly Mu Qingfeng.

Hearing him say that he wanted to take action against Mu Qingfeng, Baili Suxue had no choice but to agree. Now she had nothing. Although Baili Imperial City was taken away, it was still Mo Chu who took over in the end. That imperial city was no longer the imperial city in her memory. Even this body was immortal because of Mo Chu. Now the only thing she wanted was for her Ah Feng to live, even if it meant seeing her in this broken and humble state.

She slowly took off the only piece of cloth on her body, and the little princess, who had always been held in the hands of everyone, knelt down in front of the man.

"No, no." Mu Qingfeng struggled forward, wanting to take his delicate little princess with him, but now he couldn't even stand up.

Mo Chu was still not satisfied and wanted to provoke Mu Qingfeng, so he took a candle and dripped water drop by drop onto the fair skin in front of him.

The fair skin turned red immediately when it touched the wax drops.

Mu Qingfeng's eyes turned red when he saw this scene. His delicate little princess would cry even when she was scratched, so how could she endure such painful wax drops?

Baili Suxue bit her lips tightly and refused to cry out, but tears were already flowing all over her face. No, she had to hold back and not make any sound. As long as she could hold back, Afeng would not go crazy because of her pain and provoke this devil.

She is not in pain.

As long as Afeng is fine, she won't feel any pain.

"I said." Finally, Mu Qingfeng gave up on Mo Xiaolan. He really had no way to ignore his lover. At this moment, he forgot what Mo Xiaolan had done to Mo Chu. He kept deceiving himself that she was Mo Chu's master and Mo Chu would not do anything excessive to her.

Seeing that his mouth had been pried open, Mo Chu laughed happily, threw a piece of clothing to the person kneeling on the ground, squatted in front of Mu Qingfeng, pulled his hair, and forced him to face him: "Tell me, where is Mo Xiaolan."

"She went southwest. I don't know where exactly she is, but as soon as I give a signal, she will appear." Mu Qingfeng answered like a thoughtless person.

"good very good."

After searching the flare from him, he disappeared in front of Mu Qingfeng with Baili Suxue.

"This is called the Warm Room, why is it so cold?" Mu Qingfeng asked himself over and over again.

Early in the morning of the second day, Mo Chu arranged everything and hung Mu Qingfeng on the main hall of Qingyuan Palace, waiting for Mo Qingge to fall into the trap.

Sure enough, within an incense stick of time, she came. Even when she was on the run, she was still as pure as a lotus. Seeing her like this, Mo Chu really wanted to pull her down from the high platform and bury her in the mud. As long as he could make her as dirty as himself, he could get this noble lotus. As long as it could belong to him for life, he didn't mind the lotus becoming dirty, no matter how dirty it was.

"Xiao Lan." Mu Qingfeng opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at her, slowly uttering three words: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, senior brother. You've tried your best." Mo Qingge had no intention of blaming him. He swung his sword and cut the rope to save Mu Qingfeng.

"Don't touch him!" Mo Chu on the platform yelled, "He's covered in blood and very dirty. Don't you hate dirty things? Why do you still want to touch him?"

Mo Qingge didn't respond to him. He carried Mu Qingfeng on his back and prepared to rush out to kill him.

Looking at the dress stained with blood and dirt, Mo Chu's eyes were full of anger. The lotus of the master must be defiled by the master himself, and it would not tolerate the stains of others.

Mo Chuyi swung his palm, and Mo Qingge was hit. She spat out a mouthful of blood, and Mu Qingfeng also slid down her back.

"Brother." Mo Qingge was also seriously injured from the last battle, and that palm strike directly wiped out two levels of her fighting power. However, she still managed to hold on and said, "I'm sorry, brother."

"Xiao Lan, you miscalculated this time." Mu Qingfeng said, "Mo Chu doesn't just want your life, he wants the whole world."

"Noisy." Mo Chu couldn't bear to watch the two reminiscing about the past, so he delivered a fatal blow to Mu Qingfeng, and this blow hit the woman in the laurel yellow Western dress. He looked at her like a laurel flower in front of him, and also like a bunch of laurel flowers spreading out. The sequins on her clothes were so dazzling that people couldn't take their eyes off her.

At this moment, Mu Qingfeng no longer felt the pain in his body and rushed over to hug the "laurel flowers" scattered on the ground.