Survival in a wooden house, the bosses’ life of pampering their wives!

"Chifeng, are you so naive that you think you can easily escape from my grasp?"

A playful smile played at the corner of Mo Liyuan's mouth, and he uttered each word slowly and methodically, as if he was playing with the prey in his hands.

"Bah! Mo Liyuan, don't be so arrogant! Although I, Chifeng, believe that I am no match for your Nine-tailed Fox Clan, how glorious can you be?

Humph, the toxin in your body remains uncured, isn't it? Let me tell you, it's no ordinary illness, but an ancient and profound curse!

Today, if you are willing to show some mercy, I will generously reveal the method to crack it."

Chifeng thought he had found the opponent's weakness, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously with a hint of pride.

However, things are unpredictable, and he never expected that the man in front of him would be so unfathomable.

Mo Liyuan sat leisurely on the back of the Qilin, stroking his forehead with one hand, his posture lazy and noble, his black robe swaying in the wind. He looked half immortal and half demon, with nine fox tails swaying gently, adding a bit of weirdness and mystery.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, as if he could see through everything in the world.

Suddenly, he waved his hand casually, and an invisible wind blade rushed out like a ghost. It looked ordinary, but in fact it contained the power to destroy the world.

Chi Feng was horrified and tried his best to block the fatal blow, but he was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The wind blade easily penetrated his defense and hit his chest hard.

Bang! Chifeng's body was thrown out like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground, and the dust flew up.

He struggled to get up, but due to his severe injuries, he could not move and could only watch his fate come to an end.

Puff! There was another dull sound. Chi Feng lowered his head and saw a terrifying hole in his chest. His eyes were full of disbelief.

You...you actually... Before he could finish his words, he fell in a pool of blood.

Mo Liyuan snorted coldly, his voice so cold it could freeze the air: "Shadow, take this wretch away and lock him up in death row. Keep him under strict guard. It's time to tighten our net."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow appeared out of nowhere, knelt on one knee, and respectfully received the order: Yes, master, I will execute it immediately.

Mo Liyuan's figure flashed and disappeared in an instant, as if he had never left any trace on this land.

Inside the Huanyue Palace, the tranquility was broken.

"Oh, my dear son, are you hurt?"

Yu Liuli's voice was gentle and anxious. She hurried over and looked at Mo Liyuan with concern on her face, tears glistening in her eyes.

She gently stroked Mo Liyuan's cheek and said distressedly:

"That old fox Chiyan is truly ruthless. He's been doing such a cruel thing to you, hiding deeper than a fox den! A ten thousand year plot, tsk tsk, his patience is finer than embroidery!

Back then, your father and I were merciful and took in this ungrateful couple out of their deep love. Now, they're biting you back. They're not even as loyal as a dog!"

After she finished speaking, tears slid down at the right moment and landed accurately on the back of Mo Liyuan's hand, as if making a silent accusation.

Mo Liyuan quickly stood up, held Yu Liuli's hand tightly, and comforted her softly, "Mother, don't be sad.

Although the old thief cursed me, the child was not seriously hurt.

The curse on the child only occurs on the full moon night of each month and is of no concern on other days.

However, there is one thing I don’t understand, and I hope mother can explain it to me.”

Yu Liuli's heart tightened when she heard this. Could it be that incident? Then, she put on an expression of "motherly love as high as a mountain," so gentle that it could drip water:

"Speak now, child. As long as I know something, I will tell you everything I know."

That look, firm yet tinged with cunning, seemed to say, "No matter what you ask, I can make up a fantastic story."

Mo Liyuan stared into his mother's eyes with a sharp gaze and asked, "Mother, have I ever lost any memories? Or experienced anything important?"

Yu Liuli's heart trembled, and then he quickly adjusted his expression and said in a relaxed manner:

"Hey, kid, why are you asking this all of a sudden? Is there someone gossiping about it out there? Don't believe those rumors."

As she spoke, a trace of panic flashed across her face like a shooting star across the night sky, disappearing in an instant.

Mo Liyuan wasn't someone who could be fooled so easily. He keenly sensed something strange and insisted, "Chifeng brought it up, and I just want to get an explanation."

Yu Liuli chuckled and said, "How could mother hide anything from you? Don't listen to Chifeng's nonsense. That child has been dishonest since he was young.

By the way, my mother and some sisters have an appointment for tea. I'll talk to you in detail another day." After saying this, she hurried away, leaving Mo Liyuan alone in deep thought.

Looking at his mother's slightly disheveled back, Mo Liyuan frowned, his heart filled with doubts: "There must be something behind this... What on earth have I forgotten?"