The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

After saying that, regardless of everyone's reaction, he directly took out a room card from Liang Qi's hand, glanced at Luo Qifeng, and she followed him hurriedly and spinelessly.

Han Yichen looked at the backs of the two people walking away with tears in their eyes, and wailed in a low voice, "Fuck! This hurts my heart, old man!"

"My condolences, brother! There is no hope for you and Mr. Mo to fight for someone!" Yang Liang patted his shoulder with a half-smile but didn't know what it meant.

Liang Qi on the side also looked confused.

Han Yichen felt that he was really suffocated by the tight speaker, but he had no choice. He was so lucky that he hired a master at a low price that no one else could hire.

Forget it, for the sake of his own life and Xiao Fengfeng's family mission, he should just endure it.

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Luo Qifeng washed herself in the bathroom until she was almost peeled off, then she changed her clothes and walked out.

Mo Shang sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her with a faint gaze, wanting to suck her in like a whirlpool.

"Well...I suddenly remembered that I have something to discuss with Han Yichen." Luo Qifeng felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, and inexplicably wanted to run away.

"What's the matter?!" Mo Shang raised his eyebrows, his tone vaguely oppressive.

"It's about this ancient tomb." Luo Qifeng held on to his guilty conscience and tried to find an excuse for himself to escape.

She decided that no matter whether she would be energetic tomorrow or not, she would stay at Han Yichen's place until midnight tonight and wait until Master Mo fell asleep before coming back.

Otherwise, she would always have the feeling that her innocence would be compromised.

"To discuss it with him, why not talk to me!" The corners of Mo Shang's mouth curved upward, but paired with his cold face, it looked sinister.

Luo Qifeng swallowed and took two steps back, turned around and wanted to run, but as soon as he moved, he felt a cold body hit him and pressed him against the door panel.

Mo Shang put one hand around Luo Qifeng's waist and pressed the other against the door. He gently leaned his cold lips against her ear and spoke in a tone as cold as the north.

"Run?! Are you so afraid of me?! Or are you feeling guilty!"

"I...what can I feel guilty about?" Luo Qifeng struggled to break the arm around his waist with all his strength, but the other party did not move at all.

She felt anxious and struck Mo Shang's waist with her elbow.

He released his grip on Luo Qifeng, but before she could make another move, he quickly clasped the two arms that wanted to cause trouble behind his back with one hand.

Then he wrapped his arms around Luo Qifeng's waist again, lifted him up, turned and walked towards the bed.

"Let me go! What do you want to do! You are the speaker we invited, and this is how you treat your employer?!" Luo Qifeng pushed his legs hard and cursed loudly.

"Ha..." Mo Shang laughed coldly, and then threw Luo Qifeng heavily on the bed, "That little money is not even enough to ask me to help check the luck of the tomb. Do you think he can afford it? I?"

"Then why did you come?" As soon as Luo Qifeng regained his freedom, he quickly shrank into the bed and stared warily at the man standing beside the bed, looking at him coldly.

If his father hired someone to protect him, the other party would definitely not have this attitude!

Could it be that he was really invited by the uncles from his clan to kill him? !

If that was the case, why didn't he wait until he got into the fight before doing anything to him? !