Ji Wanrong still had that weird smile on his lips and walked towards Mojie City with steady steps.
Mo Jiecheng fell limply on the soft couch, staring at the scalpel in Ji Wanrong's hand in horror, not even having the strength to move his butt back.
"You... calm down..."
Mo Jiecheng used his inner strength to force himself to stand up, but all his inner strength was exhausted, but he still only said this sentence.
"I'm very calm now." Ji Wanrong juggled the scalpel and threw it upwards. The sharp sword went straight down and was nailed between Mo Jiecheng's legs.
Mo Jiecheng lowered his head and watched the handle of the scalpel swinging rapidly left and right. The tip of the scalpel was only an inch away from his big baby.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Don't come here. If you...come here again, I...I will call someone!"
This woman is simply a succubus!
But even after kissing her, her saliva was still poisonous!
He was so poisoned that he couldn't move!
Ji Wanrong pricked up his ears and didn't hear clearly what Mo Jiecheng was mumbling until he got close to his face.
She slowly smiled, showing eight teeth: "Just scream, even if your throat breaks, no one will come to save you."
She pulled out the scalpel suddenly, and Mo Jiecheng's chest trembled again.
Ji Wanrong felt so happy that his great revenge was avenged.
She patted Mo Jiecheng's face with the handle of the knife, and then blew a rogue whistle at him: "Do you still want to have children? Do you agree to reconcile?"
Mo Jiecheng didn't speak, his eyes were fixed on the knife, and he was almost suffocating, only to see a bright light flash in front of his eyes.
Ji Wanrong raised his knife and cut Mo Jiecheng's intact clothes in half: "Don't you like to take off your clothes? I'll let you take off as much as you can!"
Mo Jiecheng felt a sudden chill in his chest.
Before he could take a breath, he felt a second cold in his abdomen and a third cold in his lower body.
The candlelight in the room reflected his naked muscles.
The dim firelight illuminated his abdominal muscles a honey color. Ji Wanrong turned the scalpel in his hand and used the back of the knife to scratch and pull on his chest muscles.
"Tell me, do you agree with the divorce or not?"
Mo Jiecheng put the tip of his tongue against his back molars and closed his eyes tightly without looking at her: "If you have the ability, you can make me stronger, otherwise I will look down on you!"
The corners of Ji Wanrong's mouth twitched suddenly.
What he said sounded like a chaste and fierce man, and Ji Wanrong even doubted whether he was enjoying it.
But even though his expression didn't change, looking at his chest rising and falling suddenly, one knew that she was about to piss him off.
Ji Wanrong thought about what Mo Jiecheng had just said and didn't bother to talk to him anymore.
But it was really not in good taste to leave him naked in your own house.
And not very safe.
So Ji Wanrong found a thick and long hemp rope from inside the house. The hemp rope passed through his chest and then tightened his chest.
She used the technique of tying pigs to tie up the entire Mojie City from front to back, top to bottom.
When she was in the army during the Chinese New Year in her previous life, she helped the cooking room when she had nothing to do. This was how they tied the pigs before killing them.
The harder the pig struggles, the tighter the rope becomes.
Mo Jiecheng was too tired to make a sound at this moment, but the look in Ji Wanrong's eyes showed that he was cursing dirty in his heart.
So she clapped her hands and went back to bed to sleep.
Through the curtains, one could still hear the heavy breathing coming from the soft couch.
Ji Wanrong felt a little scared. She slowly sat up and hesitated for a while, then she lay down straight again. With this fear, she fell asleep peacefully.
When Ji Wanrong got up the next day, it was still dark.
After she rustled through her clothes, she opened the bed curtains with sleepy eyes, and what she saw was Mo Jiecheng's angry eyes.
There were many red bloodshot eyes in his eyes, probably because he was so angry with her that he stayed up all night.
Ji Wanrong swallowed with fear and grinned at him: "Good morning."
"You poisonous woman! Release me quickly!"
Mo Jie roared angrily in the city.
He had regained his strength at this moment, but after struggling for a long time, the rope on his body became tighter and tighter. He felt that he had seen Ji Wanrong's method of binding him somewhere before, but he could not remember it anyway.
The rope binding method was extremely complicated. Since he had seen it before, he might have come from the army.
Letting this weird woman tie him up in such a difficult way shows that in Ji Wanrong's heart, he is not only powerful, but also superb in martial arts.
Thinking of this, Mo Jiecheng still felt a little proud in his heart.
Ji Wanrong seemed to have remembered something and hurriedly walked to Mo Jiecheng's side.
Mo Jiecheng thought she was afraid and wanted to untie the rope from her body, but he didn't want Ji Wanrong to pick it up beside him, pick the most suitable piece of fabric, and stop his mouth.
Then Shi Shiran turned around and left the room.
Mo Jiecheng looked at Ji Wanrong's back, Tianling Gai was about to fly out in anger.
But it doesn't matter, he comforted himself.
Chongzhou is outside. Soon, Chongzhou will be able to come in and untie the rope from his body.
By then, it will be Ji Wanrong’s death!
As soon as Ji Wanrong walked out of the door, he saw Jian Qing, Siqin, and Chongzhou, three heads eager for knowledge.
"Wang...Princess? Why is it you who came out? Where is the prince?" Chongzhou was very shocked.
Ji Wanrong gave him an ambiguous smile: "Your prince was too tired last night and hasn't woken up yet. You understand."
Chongzhou's eyes suddenly widened.
He didn't expect the prince to be so useless. He naturally heard the movement in the house last night, but he didn't expect that it was not the princess who collapsed from exhaustion, but the prince!
However, he didn't show it on his face, but gave Ji Wanrong an ambiguous look in a very polite way: "I understand, understand, understand! All my subordinates understand! Then my subordinates will go to the military camp to ask for leave for the prince right away! Just say that the prince was tired last night , I can’t get up today, I need to rest.”
Ji Wanrong nodded meaningfully.
After Chongzhou said this, his steps were brisk, and he seemed to have wings behind him, and he flew away at a trot.
After Chongzhou left, Ji Wanrong also washed up, and before Mo Jiecheng could stop her, she took Jian Qing and Siqin out.
Since Mo Jiecheng went back on his words and disagreed with her reconciliation, she was going to find reinforcements so that Mo Jiecheng could see if her medical skills were truly as good as heaven and earth.
When Chongzhou came back from the military camp, he asked someone to make Shiquan Dabu Decoction. When it was three o'clock in the morning, Chongzhou was squatting in the yard counting ants, but he didn't hear Mo Jiecheng's orders in the room.
He walked into the house suspiciously, and when he saw the scene in front of him, there was a scream that broke through the roof.
The sound of the heavy boat made the birds on the trees flap their wings and fly away. Upon hearing the scream, the guards guarding outside Chuyun Garden broke into the house with serious expressions.
"Tie... pig rope? Wang... prince? You are really good at playing!!"
Mo Jiecheng looked at the large group of people in the room, his face was livid, and his body was full of evil spirits, as if he was about to kill someone.
