MTL - I Became the Ancestor of the Villain-Chapter 77 surprise

  Chapter 77 Shocking Change

   Don't be frivolous to a soil turtle in Tiannan City, how do you know this? I thought I had done a good deed, not to show others the woman's birthday horoscope easily, and to protect these hydrangeas.

  The people next to him glared at him, Mo Frivolous, just thought it was envy and jealousy of him, and never thought that he would actually cut off his fortune.

  He strung the hydrangea in his hand, and frequently looked at the young ladies in every household in the attic.

  He felt sour. When he was in Tiannan City before, he had never been treated like this. Which family's eldest daughter and daughter-in-law didn't take a detour when they heard that he was coming?

   Didn’t expect, I don’t want to be frivolous, and I have today? Hey hey.

  Han Yan'er's eyes were full of coldness, there were too many girls in the attic, and many of them were famous ladies who knew her.

  She couldn't stare, she could only secretly hate Mo frivolous **** for his stubbornness.

  If eyes could kill, Mo Qingkuang would have been executed by Ling Chi long ago.

   Now in public, it's not easy to get angry, so I have to grit my teeth and sulk.

   There is even a girl who is familiar with Han Yan'er, and throws the hydrangea in her hand into Han Yan'er's arms with a smile, which makes her very embarrassed.

  As some girls threw hydrangeas to Han Yan'er, some flamboyant young masters smiled and found a few hydrangeas to throw to Han Yan'er.

  The opportunity to blatantly tease the most beautiful girl in Tianxuan is once in a thousand years.

  Even if someone pursues it afterwards, it can be regarded as a joke, conforming to the customs, and not blaspheming the princess.

   Gradually, after walking all the way, several strings of hydrangeas have been hung on Mo Qingkuang's body, and a tall horse seems to be decorated like a float.

   Mo frivolous, who didn't know the beauty was angry, was still immersed in the joy of being surrounded by hydrangeas, and his body was full of fragrance.

   Well, this one smells like roses, I like it. Look at the birthday, he is fourteen years old, from the family of the servant of the Ministry of Rites? so small? No no no.

  I also like this jasmine fragrance, the little princess of Prince Song's family? Ouch, this is not bad.

   Huh, lotus fragrance? Is it because of my "Ai Lian said"? bosom friend! Looking at the note in the hydrangea, you are twenty-eight years old, you are a wicked woman with a scheming heart.

   Just as Mo Qingkuang was intoxicated by various smells, Mo Fan's voice suddenly sounded from his heart: "Qiankuang, be careful, there are explosives in the hydrangea in front!"

  Mo frivolously looked up, and there happened to be a hydrangea thrown down in front of it. The hydrangea was extremely well made, and the outer layer was wrapped in a layer of bright red brocade cloth, with some exquisite patterns on it.

  After Mo Fan's reminder, Mo Qingkuang, who is also proficient in speed, can tell at a glance that the hydrangea's falling speed is wrong.

   It is not like the general hydrangea is thrown down and swirling, but it looks much heavier, more like falling directly.

   Mo was frivolous and broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't have time to think about who would dare to assassinate him in this public parade.

  The whole body shook, and twenty or so hydrangeas were blown out.

   When his body was no longer restrained, he slapped the saddle, soared into the air, and went straight to the falling hydrangea.

  Han Yaner can see all his movements.

  Han Yan'er relaxed slightly: "Is this kid finally having enough fun?"

   Then I saw Mo Qingkuang kicking the hydrangea head-on to Mo Qingkuang into the sky with lightning speed.

   "There is still that one, hurry up and save your wife!" Mo Fan said again.

   Mo frivolously looked back, and recognized that a hydrangea thrown to Han Yaner was as different as the one he kicked away just now.

  The figure made a strange turn in mid-air, and suddenly appeared in front of Han Yan'er, and kicked the hydrangea towards the control with another kick.

  Han Yan'er looked at Mo's frivolous behavior, and felt a little happy in her heart: "It turns out that he also cares about me, and he doesn't even want me to pick up the woman's hydrangea?"

  Mo Qingkuang is extremely careful in controlling the power of his feet, trying not to touch the mechanisms that may exist inside, and spreading the will to the cork frame outside the hydrangea as much as possible.

  Like a graceful volley, before anyone applauded. The two hydrangeas kicked into the air by Mo frivolously burst open.

   Two loud bangs in succession made the whole street vibrate violently.

   "It's so powerful!" Mo Qingkuang was secretly startled, if it wasn't for Mo Fan's reminder, he would have kept this hydrangea in his arms as before.

   Such a huge force exploded in his arms, the consequences are unimaginable!

  He landed lightly on the ground, the violent roar had startled his BMW, and he raised his front hooves high and neighed.

  The sudden change made everyone stunned on the spot. What's going on? Why did a good hydrangea explode under Mo frivolous kick?

   Could it be the repertoire of this imperial examination?

  Especially Han Yan'er, who was still in a sweet state just now, didn't know what happened.

   "Damn it, he found out! Throw it all down!"

  In some attics along the street, hydrangeas wrapped in heavy explosives were thrown down one after another.

  Mo frivolously turned pale with fright, shouted loudly: "Spread away! There are explosives!"

   But before his voice spread, it was covered by successive explosions.

   "Boom, boom, boom".

  It turned out that the other party did not only bomb him, but the entire parade team was attacked at the same time.

   There was even a bomb that exploded right beside Han Yan'er, and a leg of the horse on Han Yan'er's crotch was instantly blown away.

  The terrifying explosion sounded in Han Yan'er's ears, causing her to fall into a daze.

  At this moment, the previous laughter and laughter on the streets are long gone, and the drums and gongs are noisy.

  Replaced by the people who were blown to pieces by the explosives, and the remains of limbs and arms flying all over the sky.

   There were screams of panic in the attic, and then the windows were hurriedly closed.

  The cries of people and the neighing of horses were mixed together, and the whole street was in chaos.

   Seeing Han Yan'er standing on the spot in a daze, Mo Qingkuang, who had already run away for several feet, had to grit his teeth and rush back again.

  Not caring much, he picked up Han Yan'er's slender waist, which had already fallen into a trance, and put it on his shoulders, and ran away.

   Before leaving, a slap on the face of Gu Hongyi, who was sitting on the ground, also woke her up from her trance: "Go!"

   She was unlucky, a bomb fell under his horse, and the rear half of the horse was blown apart.

  Gu Hongyi was thrown into the air by the strong explosion, including people and horses, turned somersault in mid-air and fell hard to the ground, covered in blood.

  Although she was not seriously injured, the aftermath of the explosion made her legs feel numb.

  Gu Hongyi hurriedly struggled to get up from the ground, stomped her numb legs that were so numb that she lost consciousness, the intense pain made her regain control of her legs, and followed Mo Qingkuang to the intersection in a hurry.

   Delivered at midnight, happy new year

  (end of this chapter)