"Mo Zimei, do you think you can escape from Prince Su's Mansion with your three-legged cat skills?"
The speaker was floating on the top of the tree, dressed in white, with three thousand black hairs like a waterfall falling on his delicate waist.
"As expected of the God of War Su Xicheng, I even put in a whole pack of Mongolian sweat medicine and it didn't even knock you out."
Su Xicheng, at least I helped you block dozens of rotten peach blossoms. There is hard work even if there is no credit, but I just took some money from the palace to run away, so why are you chasing after me?
Su Xicheng, to be honest, I am so ugly, you are so good-looking, and you are the eighth prince who dominates the world. If you think about it, all the young women in the world will flock to you like bees. Why do you have such strong tastes?
Su Xicheng: If you keep the money, so will the people!
Mo Zimei: Why do you think you are so great because you are a prince? No one can stop this girl from leaving.
"Thank you Su Su, please let me down now. Look, it's almost dawn, and I have to hurry on my way."
Su Xicheng's handsome face obviously darkened a bit. With a swipe, he simply and roughly threw the package on Mo Zimei's back a few feet away.
There was a loud snap a few feet away.
Mo Zimei tugged at Su Xicheng's clothes anxiously, "Ah! Su Xicheng, what are you doing? That's gold, my money."
The man picked up the woman and jumped over the ten-foot-high wall with a single leap.
"Ice Cube Face, what are you going to do? Put me down quickly!"
"Warm the bed!"
Mo Zimei
Intention: I want to sprinkle sugar~~~