Chapter 1266 Fourth Master Blew up Again

"Yin, Yinzi..."

When Li Chenle lowered his eyes, he happened to see Fourth Master Mo's hand holding the wheelchair slightly moved away, and then revealed the place he had pinched just now.

A few finger prints were left on the hard wheelchair.

Young Master Li was a little horrified.

"...It's really too dangerous, thanks to the eldest lady." Jiang Po sighed.

Then, he looked at Leng Rongrong again, "Miss, were you really sure at the time? Or were you not sure, just thought you should show up? We actually hoped that you would go first. You didn't go, it's true Are you sure?"

Lord Rong:! ! !

Why not ask this.

If she wanted to say something she wasn't sure about, Mo Linyuan would probably be able to kill her with his eyes, right?

"Of course I'm sure, how could I not be sure. If I really die there, wouldn't my husband be a widow?" Rong said exaggeratedly.

"Honey, are you right?"

"How could I make you worry? I have nothing to do. Don't catch a cold, too."

Speaking of which, Leng Rongrong rushed over and began to push Mo Linyuan's wheelchair courteously, while pushing it in, she said, "My dear, you must not have noticed that you have become handsome again recently."

Fourth Master Mo's face showed no signs of loosening, and his expression was still ashen. He grabbed Leng Rongrong's hand pushing the wheelchair.

But with a light pull, he pulled Leng Rongrong to the front, and then he saw the burnt places on her arms.

Leng Rongrong wanted to withdraw her hand, not wanting Mo Linyuan to see her injury.

But this injured man also had a lot of strength. She was afraid that she would hurt Mo Linyuan by using too much force, so she had no choice but to say lightly, "I'm really fine. I don't need to worry about this small injury. It will be fine in two days!"

"Small injury?" Fourth Master Mo's voice was cold, "Is this a small injury?"

"Cough, cough, it's a minor injury. It's nothing serious, it's just a little bit hot! Huahua, Chenle, do you think it's a minor injury?" Leng Rongrong tried her best to wink at the two people following her.

The two remained silent.

Just kidding, at this time, it's a minor injury, Fourth Master won't kill them?

Although this man is sitting in a wheelchair at this moment and can't even walk, he is still very scary, right?

Li Chenle remembered the fourth master who used to be in a wheelchair... He even laughed at him, what was the result?

As a result, he was able to beat him to the ground with a stick while sitting in a wheelchair.

Even if the mother is disabled, she is not human, okay?

"It's fine, it's nothing compared to you." Master Rong blinked his eyes, then looked at Jiang Po, "Steward Jiang, do you think so?"

"It's really nothing compared to Fourth Master—" Jiang Po wanted to say, although it's nothing, but we should pay attention to it.

As a result, before he could say anything, he shivered.

He was frightened by Mo Linyuan's terrifying eyes.

"It's nothing? Then do you want to try it?" Fourth Master Mo's eyes were as bright as torches, as if he wanted to burn Steward Jiang in front of him to look like Master Rong.

Steward Jiang: "I, I, I don't need it?...The most important thing now is to deal with the young lady's wound first."

"Yes, quickly treat my sister's wound!" Zhan Jun also became anxious.

A group of people entered the hall, and the bloody members were also driven in by the storm and rain.

The six members of Bloodletter had probably never experienced such a feeling of lack of dignity, and each of them looked uglier than the other.

The sickle man said angrily, "I feel like we are being chased like sheep!"

"Fuck, really, treat us like a flock!"

"Haven't we considered our feelings?"

"I clearly felt I was offended!"

After the six people entered the living room, they muttered to each other, but no one paid any attention to them, only the storm, the rain, and the big white tiger, and then the crit and the Bengal tiger surrounded them.

The six people also looked very strange when they saw the Bengal tiger.

When they saw the crit at the end, they all let out a chuckle, "You actually let a chicken look at us, do you think we are not as good as chickens?"

Crit felt offended when he heard this sentence.

What happened to the chicken?

It is a chicken and a magic chicken, okay?

What does the contempt in the eyes of this group of people mean?

"Cluck!"

Crit yelled very angrily, and then realized that the six idiots in front of him probably couldn't understand what he said. After thinking about it, the chicken flew up, then jumped on top of the scythe man, and kicked the scythe man .

Then, it jumped on top of the soft sword man's head, kicking wildly.

After dancing, it jumped on top of the woman's head, kicked the woman's hair into a messy chicken coop, and then clucked twice in great satisfaction.

The six people were frantic and wanted to curse.

As a result, Li Ruhua came over with a few pairs of stinky socks, "You guys are too annoying, Fourth Master is angry."

"What?" The scythe man looked at the stinky socks in Li Ruhua's hands in poor English, and his brows were furrowed by the smell.

"Stinky, socks!" Li Ruhua explained in even more broken English, "Shut up, your mouths!"

After finishing speaking, Li Ruhua stuffed the smelly socks into the mouths of the six people.

"You have to believe that this is not my stinky sock, it belongs to a bodyguard outside. His socks are always left unwashed and piled up in a basket. Really, it smells so bad, isn't it very sour?"

Huahua smiled and patted the scythe man on the shoulder, "Enjoy slowly."

Because of the strong smell of the socks, the rainstorm subconsciously took a few steps back.

Several animals lay down not far away in disgust, and covered their noses with their hooves.

The Bloody Six were speechless, tears were about to come out from the smoked eyes.

At the same time, Master Rong was bandaging up, and the doctors who treated Mo Linyuan and Tang Luo were forced to treat Master Rong's wounds.

It's just some burns, and it's not particularly serious, so it's quite simple to deal with.

Of course, being stared at by Fourth Master Mo is actually not that simple.

The doctors are all qualified and strong doctors, but at this moment they are more nervous than an intern doctor. Their slight carelessness made Master Rong frown in pain, and Fourth Master's gaze was like that of an ice skate Like, really scary.

"Well, the wound is almost cleaned up, but the medicine will hurt a little." The old doctor said cautiously, "That's right, this is unavoidable, just bear with it and it will pass."

"Do you want me to chop off your head? It hurts a little when I chop it off, just bear with it and get over it?" Fourth Master's eyes were like the knife in a jerk's mobile phone, and he just looked at the old doctor like this.