Chapter 1: The Three Masters of Mojia

was so great, it seemed like bones would shatter.Shen Xi Bai's pretty face one, hadn't opened her mouth, the room suddenly lights bright, crashing into a pair of dark and deep eyes!The man was cold an...Late at night, a suite in Yunxi Hotel.

Shen Xi's light voice carried a unique husky quality: "Mo..."

But the man didn't answer, just leaning half against the headboard.

Are you dissatisfied with my performance just now

"Ink…" Shen Xi's heart turned cold, just as she raised her slender wrist, it was seized by his iron arm.

The force was so great, it seemed like bones would shatter.

Shen Xi Bai's pretty face one, hadn't opened her mouth, the room suddenly lights bright, crashing into a pair of dark and deep eyes!

The man was cold and pale, with deep-set, narrow eyes that resembled a dark night sky. Though still as a statue, his gaze held both a chilling intensity and a glint of ruthlessness.

Shen Xi was so startled that her eyes widened, a chill running up her spine from the soles of her feet!

"You're not Mo Shi Jun!" Shen Xi almost shouted, "Who are you!"

You can't afford to mess with this person!

Shen Xi's heart skipped a beat. How could this be He had given the room card to Mo Shiyun, so he didn't think much when someone entered the room in the dark. But now, this man's domineering and deep aura, his lofty gaze that looked down on everything, was definitely someone he couldn't afford to provoke!

As soon as Shen Xi thought about what had just happened and his current posture, he felt like he'd been feeding the dogs.

"Let me go!" Shen Xi quickly tried to escape, but his hands were held tightly by someone. No matter how hard he struggled, the man remained unmoved.

Shen Xi's face was flushed, about to drip out. It was shame, and anger!

But don't be afraid!

lowering her head to stare at the man's face: "After all, you're not the man I want. Let me do a good deed and let me go. We'll be even."

The man sneered, his other hand gripping the partially dislodged jawbone: "You lust after my nephew while also entering my room You have the audacity to claim innocence"

Shen Xi only felt that his face was about to be deformed, his teeth ached badly: "What your nephew, which one of your nephews! Don't take advantage and act innocent!"

Struggling, she clawed at the man's face. The man turned his head, and her long nails scraped a line across his neck.

The man turned his head and stared at Shen Xi with a cold gaze. He uttered three words in a chillingly flat tone: "Mo Shi Yun."

The man was cold and pale, the long scar on him like red blooming in fine jade, filled with the air of a dangerous enchantress.

Is Mo Shi Jun Is Mo Shi Jun his nephew

Shen Xi slowed to a halt, reacting with a start. His black and white eyes reflected the man's unparalleled beauty, leaving him astounded. So this man was... the formidable Lord of Nanjiang, the third son of the illustrious Mo family—Mo Siyan!

As if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head, Shen Xi's face instantly turned as white as paper.

Who can be provoked and who cannot, these years have long since passed.

It is rumored that the formidable and powerful Mo San Ye, who held life and death in his hands, was the pinnacle of power in Nanjiang. No one dared to provoke him!

Especially at this moment, this man's long and jade-like fingers slowly moved downwards, gripping the snow-white neck. As long as he exerted even a little force, she would be reduced to ashes.

Shen Xi saw a strong murderous intent in this man's eyes!

No, I can't die here!

Before Shen Xi was about to suffocate, he used his free hand to quickly reach for the man and gave him a hard shove!

The man's face contorted, and he suddenly released his grip.

Shen Xi didn't even care about the burning pain in his throat. He stumbled toward the bed, but before he could get off, someone grabbed his ankle and yanked him back onto the bed with a heavy thud. stared at Shen Xi with a cold gaze. He uttered three words in a chillingly flat tone: "Mo Shi Yun."The man was cold and pale, the long scar on him like red blooming in fine jade, filled with the air...