The carriage in front of him was obviously extremely luxurious, and it looked gleaming on the outside, but the strange places on the carriage still exuded a trace of sinister aura, which made Ji Wanrong secretly feel a little scared and a little bit frightened. .
She became more and more certain that there was something wrong with Mo Junfeng.
If Mo Junfeng had no problem, why did he act with a guilty conscience and place four demonic birds that were rumored to be able to suck people's souls on the top of the carriage?
Don’t you want those souls who died in vain to be deprived of reincarnation forever?
Ji Wanrong even broke into cold sweat on his back when he thought of this.
She could hardly restrain her inner impulse and wanted to go up there to see what the inside of this carriage was like. Maybe there was someone inside at this moment!
Ji Wanrong fixed his gaze on the carriage, clenched his hands into fists, and then turned to look at Mo Jiecheng.
But before she could speak, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mo Junfeng walking out of the door of Jingzhao Mansion with a smile on her face.
"Rong'er? Didn't you say you were leaving? Why are you still standing at the door... beside my carriage?"
Mo Junfeng spoke in a deep tone, and locked his eyes on Ji Wanrong's fair little face, and asked in a meaningful tone.
Ji Wanrong stared at Mo Junfeng's carriage out of the corner of his eye, his mind working rapidly, and then he seemed to have thought of something, and smiled at him very naturally.
"Originally, I came here today as Xie Zhai's carriage, but there was some problem with the wheels of the carriage on the way and it couldn't go. So I met Mo Jiecheng on the road and came with him."
"Now that I've gone back, I haven't seen the driver yet. I don't want to go back with Mo Jiecheng, but Mo Jiecheng insists on waiting here, so..."
Ji Wanrong was mid-sentence, but seemed to have just come back to his senses: "Aren't you going to investigate the file? Why are you lazy to go out again?"
After listening to Ji Wanrong's words, Mo Junfeng looked up and glanced at Mo Jiecheng, who looked unkind next to Ji Wanrong. Seeing that the two of them were indeed having some kind of conflict, he smiled happily.
That bright smile, the black and white eyes narrowed slightly, like a carefree child.
"If Xie Zhai's carriage hasn't arrived yet, you can get on the carriage with me. You know, this carriage is specially customized by me. It is a luxury version. It may be much more comfortable than my brother's horseback."
Mo Junfeng took the initiative to invite Ji Wanrong to get on the carriage, which surprised everyone present.
Ji Wanrong's heart beat wildly in an instant.
Maybe there is someone in Mo Junfeng's carriage now, or there is some evidence.
Her legs were a little weak, but when she thought of the missing people, including children and pregnant women, Ji Wanrong agreed without hesitation.
"Okay, then I'll take your carriage back. I've been out for a long time and my brother will be worried if I show my face outside."
Mo Junfeng smiled silently at her, then took two steps forward and made a gesture of invitation to her: "Please, Rong'er."
Ji Wanrong was about to summon a scalpel from space and follow him into the car, but Mo Jiecheng interrupted her next action directly.
"If she can get on it, then I, too, must get on it. I remember that I was not willing to let you touch this carriage in the past."
"Anyway, if she doesn't want to ride a horse with me, then I will ride in the car with you."
As Mo Jiecheng said this, he looked at Ji Wanrong. His handsome face was as cold as iron at this moment.
When Mo Junfeng heard this, he stopped Mo Jiecheng's movement.
Just as Mo Jiecheng looked at him pretending to be confused, he shrugged with a helpless expression: "Brother, how can you compare with her? You are big and strong, and you only know reckless kung fu. Wait. You got on the carriage, my dear brother, I am afraid that the carriage will be crushed by you."
Mo Junfeng used a joking tone, but his expression was full of disgust: "But Rong'er is different. Rong'er is my king's goddess."
goddess……
Mo Junfeng mentioned this word again.
Now that it was mentioned, Ji Wanrong felt even more problematic.
Perhaps Mo Junfeng's latest target is her, that's why she is willing to waste time with him.
Thinking of this, Ji Wanrong summoned a scalpel and anesthetic from space without hesitation, and smiled shyly at Mo Junfeng.
"You are also my divine man. I have been standing here for so long and my feet are getting tired. It's better to get in the carriage first. There is no need to talk nonsense with rude people."
After she said this, she originally planned to step onto the carriage, but Mo Jiecheng beside her suddenly made a move.
He stretched out his long arm and suddenly reached for Ji Wanrong's waist.
Before Ji Wanrong could react, he felt a steel hand tightening around his waist.
A sudden feeling of weightlessness hit her, and the next second, she was lifted into the air by Mo Jiecheng.
Mo Jiecheng sneered, hugged her with a livid face, and strode towards his horse, which had been waiting for a long time, regardless of Mo Junfeng's obstruction.
Ji Wanrong was stunned by his series of actions for two seconds, and then she realized what she was doing. She raised her neck and looked up, and what she saw was Mo Jiecheng's dark face.
Almost all of his body exuded a violent aura, which could almost freeze into ice, giving her direct frostbite.
"Mo Jie Cheng, what are you doing?"
Ji Wanrong frowned and twisted around, trying to get rid of his restraints, but Mo Jiecheng sneered and held her body tighter.
"Are you sick?"
Seeing Mo Jiecheng about to throw him onto the horse, Ji Wanrong almost roared.
But Mo Jiecheng still didn't speak, and without even stopping the movements of his hands, he threw Ji Wanrong onto the horse's back without hesitation.
Ji Wanrong groaned, and the sharp thorns from the horse's mane hurt her.
Mo Jiecheng immediately got on his horse without hesitation.
He recalled the nostalgic look Mo Junfeng had cast on Ji Wanrong just now, and he kicked his feet without hesitation, then pulled the reins and the horse started running.
Hearing the sound of hunting again, Ji Wanrong could no longer count how many times Mo Jiecheng had thrown him so roughly onto his horse.
But what made her angry was not Mo Jiecheng's rough actions, but that he deliberately prevented her from getting on Mo Junfeng's carriage.
You know, if Mo Junfeng cherishes his carriage so much, if he misses the opportunity this time.
The next time he discovers that he has found clues and makes him suspicious, it will probably be even more difficult for him to see or get on the carriage.
When Ji Wanrong thought of this, he grabbed the horse's mane without hesitation, then stretched out his waist suddenly, and with a clever move, he jumped directly off the horse's back.
"Ji Wanrong! You are crazy!" Mo Jiecheng looked at Ji Wanrong's movements and exclaimed. His heart almost stopped at this moment, and he subconsciously tightened the reins.
