The leader is crazy again [Through the book]

Seeing that Mo Daosang still looked as if nothing had happened after drinking, and even continued to maintain their mutual compliments with Qin Feng, which felt hypocritical without listening carefully, Yan Sui finally felt relieved, and the curiosity that had been suppressed just now was also relieved. Can't help but surge up again.

Rubbing the outer edge of the cup with fingertips for a while, he was about to pick it up and taste the miraculous tea.

It smells like very alcoholic wine.

Yan Sui couldn't help being intoxicated and looked forward to it even more, but the moment he was about to touch his lips, the wine glass was shaken by a force and flew out of his hand.

Before he could get angry suddenly, he felt a gust of wind blowing in the hall.

Yan Sui subconsciously knew that it was Mo Daosang's problem. With such an aura, he didn't think about it at all. When he suddenly looked over there, his scalp went numb almost instantly.

The black hair fluttered under a face that was sharp and suffocating, the dark eyes were deep and violent, and the lips were as red as if they were soaked in blood.

The shock almost broke through their minds and was directly stuffed in, no one would feel comfortable.

Everyone in the hall thumped in their hearts, but they didn't dare to move for fear of disturbing the out-of-control beast and causing endless and crazy bites.

For a few days, Mo Daosang couldn't recall any image, only the only thought left in front of him, as if, this is the Modausang they knew, and they were just confused before.

Mo Daosang's eyes moved, and he scanned the round table from left to right without missing a single one. Once he was staring at him, even his superficial composure could no longer be maintained.

He couldn't help thinking angrily what this bastard Qin Feng was going to do and what he was feeding Mo Daosang.

Modausang disappeared suddenly, and they could only feel another gust of wind, followed by the sound of cups and plates being swept off and smashed.

Nothing else is known.

When the eyes came into use again, they saw only the person in white was forced onto the table by Mo Daosang, the overly entangled black and white intertwined, so that they couldn't even tell who it was at the first time.

It wasn't until the long black hair was forcefully pulled back by a hand that he could see the peaceful appearance of the past from the slender eyebrows.

Probably because of the severe pain, half of the thin phantom floated in the pupil.

The place pinched by those even somewhat slender and soft hands was already flushed, and it was particularly eye-catching against the human skin.

Wen Qionghua was forced to look at Mo Daosang. Even though he was so anxious in his heart at this moment, he couldn't say a word. An iron-cast force held him, making his heart tighten even more.

Mo Daosang seemed to be staring at him for a long time, doubts gradually appeared in his stern eyes, and then he leaned slightly, getting close to Wen Qionghua's neck that was no longer sheltered after his head was raised.

So fragile that it looks so pitiful.

A wave of life came over with heat, Mo Daosang licked his lower lip and smiled excitedly.

The tip of the nose rubbed against the sharp Adam's apple, and after cruising up and down, Modausang opened his teeth and ground it.

Feeling the constant and arrogant warm breath that invaded every pore of his neck, Wen Qionghua only felt his whole body tense up uncontrollably, and even his muscles trembled slightly due to the tension.

But inexplicably, an unspeakable throbbing arose.

It was Mo Daosang who looked up at him again with such an expression, Wen Qionghua couldn't even control his right hand to touch him.

Although there is no doubt that he was pushed back halfway, and even because the momentum of falling was too straight, the arm almost broke directly.

After Mo Daosang resisted subconsciously, he suddenly woke up, and when he closed and opened his eyelids, he was completely puzzled.

His head seemed to be hurting, and he frowned and couldn't help but want to help him with his hands. Halfway through the help, his whole body sank down softly.

Only then did Wen Qionghua realize that he had passed out, his body was still suppressed by his remaining breath, he couldn't move at all, he only screamed and there was no response.

Then, with a flash in front of his eyes, he found that Modasang's face was moving away from him a little bit.

The reason is not clear yet, and the unreconciled and uncontrollable madness breeds.

He couldn't see who was behind Mo Daosang until he was a certain distance away. Lin Wentian's expression was not much better, and he wanted to stab him with a sword, but he only sneered With a sound, he carefully moved back to Modasang.

Seeing Wen Qionghua's appearance, Lin Wentian reminded him: "Second Young Master, don't get angry and try to break free, your internal strength will be completely abolished, and the current Junhui won't be comfortable looking at it."

Lin Wentian ignored the surprised gazes of the rest of the people, supported Mo Daosang and walked out of the hall.

Wen Qionghua finally understood how desperate Lin Wen was every time he looked at their backs. At some point, his fingers were imprinted in the flesh, and Hong Yan climbed up along the seam of his armor.

The rest of the people looked complicated.

Yan Sui finally wanted to blame the instigator, Qin Feng, but in a blink of an eye, he saw that this person had no intention of repenting at all, and asked, "What do you want to do? What is in your wine jar?"

Qin Feng poured himself another cup of tea and drank it with the small jar and teacup that he saved just now, and said unhurriedly: "Naturally, it is the prescription to cure his amnesia, but the most important medicine is missing. He added, "You say you want to restore his memory, but don't you try to see how he will react?"

Yan Sui naturally had no reason to speak, and Wen Qionghua gave up struggling.

Qin Feng let go of the empty cup, and the cup shattered into several pieces on the ground with a bang. He looked at the food all over the floor with regret, and went back to his courtyard leisurely.

Song Yichen inspected Wen Qionghua's condition and confirmed that he would recover on his own in a few moments, so he said a few words of relief and pulled Yan Sui to say that he would not bother him and ran away.

Yan Sui: Although I am very worried about Brother Lingyi, I feel that it is so complicated and scary, but this kind of thing should not be in the heroism, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't care.

And here, Modausang, who was pretending to be in a coma, sensed the direction of the outside world, and roughly knew that Lin Wentian had brought him back to the main courtyard.

Even though it belonged to him, he had never been to that room, so strange that he almost opened his eyes and became violent.

Xiao Yanzi's excited voice suddenly sounded: "Lord host, I just used a mind reading, guess what the right protector is thinking."

I don't know why, every time I hear Xiao Yanzi's emotions are so high, I want to hit him hard and see how disappointed he is, Mo Daosang rarely feels that he is a little too much.

However, he didn't hesitate at all in his actions, and the tone he used was flat and almost irritating: "Probably, the night he was beaten to death by me, he felt pressed by my robe, and then he was still thinking, I Definitely caring more about him."

It was rare for Xiao Yanzi to snoop like this once and be stunned by his host, but after thinking about it for a long time, he was really unwilling to reconcile, so he asked again: "Master host, you can guess casually."

"Is there anything to guess?" Mo Daosang even felt that Xiao Yanzi stayed with him for so long, could he give up the hope that fell on him, "At this time, Lin Wentian must have It’s easier to think of something that will fuel your belief when you are proud, and my contact with him is only one time that is easy to remember.”

Xiao Yanzi figured it out by himself before he realized that it was true. The right protector would definitely not want to recall the time when he was carried back to the Beacon Hall by the host. The impulsive touch on a rainy night caused even more painful consequences.

Really only this.

What should I do if I feel that the Right Protector is so pitiful? Do you want to tell the host?

At this time, Mo Daosang's back touched the soft bed surface, so in order to prevent Lin Wentian from looking for death, he woke up in time.

The usual doubts flashed past, and then thanked with a smile.

Lin Wentian was stiff at first, like a young man whose mind had been discovered for the first time. After a while, he retreated respectfully: "Junhui, as long as you are fine."

Just stop talking.

After hesitating for a long time, he poured a glass of water and came back: "Junhui, do you want some water?"

Mo Daosang didn't know that his right envoy was such a temperamental person before, but since this person betrayed him, it doesn't matter to him whether this is true or not.

Immediately took the water and said, "Mr. Lin, thank you."

Lin Wentian was silent for a long time before saying: "Junhui can call me, Yingyang," and then added, "That's how you called me before."

Seeing his look of longing, Mo Daosang felt bad again: "Mr. Lin and I just met each other for the first time, and we called each other Biaozi, it must have been a while."

Lin Wentian almost wanted to ask him how long have you been seeing Wen Qionghua, and Yan Sui, you never had even half contact with him before.

However, you can only endure it.

When he could bear it no longer, he bit out the word "farewell", turned around and left angrily.

Mo Daosang threw the water glass in his hand back on the table, lay down with his arms on his head and half closed his eyes, and then, thinking of something, he casually smiled.

"Master host, when did you discuss things with Mr. Qin?" Although Xiao Yanzi was curious, but now he wanted to divert the attention of the host, he panicked, okay?Who could be more pitiful than him, he had to stay with the neurotic host all the time, "Is there something wrong with my storage area, why is there no memory at all."

Mo Daosang answered his question like he used to throw away trash: "When he went out to get tea, he tapped some on his forehead."

"Just, that's it?" Xiao Yanzi couldn't believe it.

"With every move, you can tell your heart everywhere, Xiao Yanzi, who do you think here is someone who would do unnecessary actions for no reason?"

Xiao Yanzi felt that his authority as an encyclopedia system had been challenged. Fortunately, there was the little angel Yansui who kept him from getting too crazy. He happily replied: "Young Master Yan."

Little Angel Yansui is really cute, he really likes him more and more.

Mo Daosang didn't bother to pay attention to his happy little Yanzi: "He just felt that Lin Wentian was pushed too hard, and if he didn't give him a change, he would fight to the death."

"Is it so serious?" But when he looked at the right protector, his face turned dark, "Don't Mr. Qin hate the right protector?"

"He's not for Lin Wentian." When he got here, Mo Daosang evoked the sly smile just now, "It's just that he didn't want to end his fun earlier, what a young master Qin."

Little Yanzi trembled, and decided not to talk to his host anymore.

At the same time, even Young Master Qin was afraid, so he couldn't help but light a candle for him.

Young Master Qin, good job, may you rest in peace.