Don’t Mess with the Dark Princess

  Chapter 122 Hitting is kissing, scolding is love

  However, Mo Qi's aggressive palm failed to hit Huang Yueli at all.

  When he was still three feet away from Huang Yueli, he was knocked out by a profound force several times stronger, his body flew upside down, and hit the wall heavily!

  The voice of the pavilion master was as cold as ice: "Mo Qi, what are you doing? You are so courageous, do you really want to live?"

   Mo Qi clutched his chest, struggled to get up, and fell to his knees.

   "Master, you...this woman hurt you! You have such a noble status, how dare... how dare..."

  Huang Yueli understood, it seemed that this guard who was eager to protect his master couldn't bear the sight of a vicious woman like her stabbing his master.

  The man touched his neck, his hand was stained with bright red blood, against the white jade-like fingers, it was particularly glaring, he turned his head to look at Huang Yueli, curled the corner of his mouth, and did not speak.

Huang Yueli glanced at him, and said with a cold snort: "What? How noble is your master's status? You can't even touch it? That's just right, as long as you persuade your master to get away and don't hang out in front of me, then I can't stab him even if I want to, can't I?"

  The man frowned, and suddenly, as if he couldn't bear the pain of the wound, he groaned.

  Mo Qi almost jumped up nervously, "Master...you!"

The man didn't even look at him, but aimed at Huang Yueli, and said aggrievedly: "Little thing, do you want to be so heartless? Don't worry, no matter who I am, I won't treat you Putting on airs for my wife, I will never fight back when I beat you, and you will never fight back if you scold me, you can stab as many times as you like!"

  Huang Yueli raised her eyebrows, "Really?"

  She shook the sharp blade with a gloomy light in her hand, as if she wanted to make a few more cuts in the past.

   "Master!"

  Mo Qi almost rushed over again, but was held down by other guards who rushed in after hearing the movement just now.

   "What are you doing? Don't stop me! Didn't you see that woman was going to stab the master?"

"I'll go! It's enough for you stupid young man!" Mo Liu pressed him firmly from behind, "Can't you see? The master is willing to be stabbed by Miss Bai! Otherwise, rely on Miss Bai's training Why, how could it be possible to injure a single hair of the master?"

   "What nonsense are you talking about? The master is not a masochist, why should he be stabbed?"

  Mo Liu hurriedly covered his mouth, "Shh! What nonsense are you talking about? You really don't want to live?"

  Actually, Mo Liu was also very puzzled, although he said that judging by the attitude of the master, he probably wanted to marry Miss Bai as the mistress.

  But, what kind of identity is the master? The object of admiration of so many princesses of great powers and Tianjiao of Zongmen, his personality is cold, noble and aloof, and he never pretends to talk to women.

  Why is Miss Bai so conniving?

  He has been with the master for so many years, anyone who dared to challenge the authority of the master will be ashamed, but this Miss Bai has shown the face of the master again and again, that's all, and even directly stabbed the master!

   What's even more weird is that the master didn't take it seriously, no, it's not that he didn't take it seriously, but he seemed to be enjoying it...

  Under the weird gazes of his subordinates, the pavilion master took the initiative to lean towards Huang Yueli, and even parted the clothes on his chest, revealing a large piece of firm and **** chest muscles, with white jade-like texture and clear lines.

   "Come on, get stabbed here, the body of this seat belongs to you. I didn't expect, little thing, you have such a strong taste. But as the saying goes, beating is kissing, scolding is love, beating and scolding is..."

  (end of this chapter)