The fake daughter is a little lucky star (MTL)

Chapter 70

Chapter 70

    Feng Huaili didn't answer, and looked at Mo Cang with unbelievable eyes. His eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness. He asked with difficulty, "Are you poisoned?"

    Mo Cang was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up, walked to Feng Huaili, and motioned to Mo Shiyi. Stepping aside, he suddenly raised his foot and stepped heavily on Feng Huaili's chest. He was stepping on the hairpin, and the hairpin was completely pressed, and the few pearls hanging on it instantly shattered into powder.

    Mo Cang's voice was as cold as frost: "You, your good father, Cheng Wang, and the old thief with Prime Minister Lu, do you think the emperor doesn't know about it? Or do you think I'm blind and deaf when Mo Cang is not in the capital for a long time? Finally, I will give it to you. One chance, where are those women?"

    A hairpin completely sank into Feng Huaili's chest, blue veins would appear on his neck, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his eyes protruded, as if he would die in the next moment, he gritted his teeth and said viciously: " Mo Cang, you have no basis for your claim! You dare to murder me as a royal son, you are not afraid of my father..."

    "Your father? Your father is afraid that he will be in danger soon!" Mo Cang said, Followed by grinding hard. It's a pity, Yan'er is still a little bit short, and he will have to teach her well in the future.

    Feng Huaili spat out a mouthful of blood and tried to pull Mo Cang's feet with both hands, but it was in vain. Mo Cang crushed it again, before he took his foot away, wiped the soles of Feng Huaili's clothes, and stood aside.

    Mo Shifu brought in two women in black, threw them in front of Feng Huaili, and saluted Mo Cang: "Master, I only caught these two women and hid them in the rice jar in the kitchen. Kill them all in the courtyard. It's just that Jiang Lin, who was beside Feng Shizi, didn't know where he went, and the woman who pretended to be Feixue was not here."

    Mo Shiyi stepped forward and grabbed the two women's buns and raised their faces. It is convenient for Mo Cang to see clearly.

    I saw one of them had a face swollen like a pig's head, his lips were broken, his mouth could not be closed, and he had a few teeth missing. Mo Cang nodded slightly, thinking that this is the one that Yaner hit with the leg of the table.

    Looking at the other one, the man looked horrified and muttered, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't know anything".

    Mo Cang frowned slightly and looked at Mo Shiyi: "Is there any injury on her body?"

    Mo Shiyi reached out to the woman, checked her pulse, and nodded: "Master, the trauma is on the chest."

    Mo Cang sneered in his heart, Feng Huaili's bastard never asked such a timid bastard to imitate Yan'er.

    "Master? Do you want to silence?" Mo Shiyi asked.

    "Deal with it!" Mo Cang said lightly.

    Mo Shiyi nodded, and the next moment, there were two clicks, the sound of a broken neck bone, the two women didn't have time to snort, their heads folded to one side and fell to the ground.

    "Master, what about the one who pretended to be Feixue?" Mo Shifu, who was waiting beside him, asked.

    "It doesn't matter, I will find it." Mo Cang looked at Feng Huaili and said. There is another imitator of Yaner, don't even think about running away.

    Mo Cang bent over and pulled out the hairpin with only a nod on Feng Huaili's body. He took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped it carefully. He threw the handkerchief on the ground and held the hairpin in his hand. .