Mo Wei chuckled lightly, with a gloomy calculation in her eyes, and said: "You don't seem to have the qualifications to question."
Beigong Tengxiao clenched his fists loudly. His face was gloomy, and he looked at her walking back without saying a word.
Mo Wei pursed her lips into a proud and sarcastic smile, and snorted lightly from the tip of her pen. Before she could react, her elbow was pulled away by a force and pushed against a corner.
She frowned warily, her vision dimmed, and the tall figure of the person in front of her blocked most of her light. She raised her eyes and saw Wen Ruyu's familiar handsome face. Then she let go of her guard and said coldly: "What are you doing?
”
Wen Ruyu looked at the bloodshot eyes, frowned and said in a low voice, "You haven't slept all night?"
Mo Wei responded softly: "Yeah."
Hearing this, Wen Ruyu held her shoulder blades and said, "With Beigong Tengxiao?!"
Mo Wei snorted coldly and said, "So what?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly felt the strength of her shoulder blades tightening. She struggled with a cold expression and said, "What do you want to do? Let me go."
Wen Ruyu narrowed her eyes, with an incomprehensible pain in her dark pupils: "What have you done?"
Mo Wei was still struggling impatiently, but her strength could not match him. She said coldly: "What does it have to do with you?"
Wen Ruyu's hands seemed to be trembling a little, and he was so angry that it was difficult to calm down his breathing. He gritted his teeth and said: "You like him? Do you know that he is..."
Taking advantage of his breathing disorder, Mo Wei pushed him away and shouted at him: "What's wrong with you? Of course I know who he is." She breathed out softly, turned her back to him, and looked at the long
The long steps were full of meaning, "He is the most beloved person of my good sister." She narrowed her beautiful eyes and said, "The taste of Chu Jiaoli must be unpleasant now..."
Wen Ruyu looked at her back and said, "Why can't you get along with Chu Jiaoli? She has nothing to do with the Yousheng Sect."
Mo Wei slowly clenched her fists and said: "If it weren't for her, my brother Yue Cheng would not have died. It was her...she encouraged the master to force me to kill brother Yue Cheng..."
Wen Ruyu was silent for a long time, and then suddenly reached out and hugged her tightly from behind.
Mo Wei was very puzzled by Wen Ruyu's uncharacteristic behavior today. She frowned and tried to break free, saying: "Wen Ruyu, what are you doing? Let me go!"
Wen Ruyu closed her eyes and buried her head in her white neck, as if her breathing was throbbing. He gently opened his lips, with an insurmountable command in his desire: "Weiwei, forget about him, forget about Li Yue
Cheng forgot."
On weekdays, Mo Wei rarely saw Wen Ruyu wielding a sword or a gun. He always looked elegant and showed an incomprehensible and elegant smile to the people in the Yousheng Sect.
However, just because he doesn't like fighting doesn't mean that he doesn't have the strength. Being able to become an elder of Yousheng Sect and occupying a decisive position in Yousheng Sect, his martial arts are naturally unpredictable.
Compared with him, the aggressive Mo Wei was completely at a disadvantage. She angrily grabbed his hand and said, "Wen Ruyu! You are crazy! Let go! It hurts."
Hearing this, Wen Ruyu subconsciously loosened her grip, but the girl in her arms wanted to take the opportunity to slip away.
There was a hint of sinisterness in his eyes, and he grabbed her with quick eyes and hands. He pushed her body against the door, and held her wrists with both hands, sticking them to both sides. The distance was extremely ambiguous.
Mo Wei even felt his hot breath. She glared at him and said, "You don't know anything, but you want me to forget him!"
"I know." Wen Ruyu almost gritted his teeth. He stared into her eyes and said with pity in his eyes, "I have watched you grow up day by day since I was a child. I hold it in my hand and don't want to drop it even a little bit."
The girl you met fell in love with that loser day by day and fell into his arms. Now that he is dead, you are still leaving a pure land for him in your heart... I would rather you love Beigong Tengxiao!" Mo Wei stared at him irritably: "Why do you care about me? Who I love has nothing to do with you? Who are you to me?"
"I am your uncle, and if you do something wrong, I am qualified to discipline you." Wen Ruyu's voice was low, and her threatening tone was not as gentle as usual.
Mo Wei glanced sideways at the wrist he was holding on to her, and mocked: "Is there any uncle who can discipline a teacher's nephew like this?"
Wen Ruyu said more seriously: "I say it again, forget about Li Yuecheng and don't hurt yourself because of him again. If you insist on getting hurt, I don't mind if you learn a lesson from me."
"What? You want to beat me up? Even if I, Mo Wei, were beaten to death by you, I would not even open my mouth to beg for mercy!" Mo Wei said with grit.
As soon as she finished speaking, her lips were pressed against her lips without warning, and a smell belonging to Wen Ruyu came over her. She still remembered that she fell down when she was a child, and he picked her up distressedly and coaxed her dotingly. The smell lingering on her body
The taste reappears again.
Only this time, Wen Ruyu's behavior made her feel incredible.
He was still as gentle as ever, with such a strange yet familiar aura surrounding her, doing things she thought he could never do to her.
After reacting, Mo Wei struggled hard, and Wen Ruyu frowned slightly, then increased the force like punishment and bit her.
With a groan of pain, a bloody smell filled his mouth. After a long time, he reluctantly left her, and their lips were dyed with a touch of coquettish red.
He took out a hand, gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said with a sneer: "Have you learned your lesson?"
"You..." Mo Wei's angry eyes filled with tears of grievance. She stared at him in disbelief and said, "How could you! Brother Yue Cheng has never kissed me, how could you... bastard! Wen Ruyu, you bastard
!"
"Oh? Really?" Hearing this, Wen Ruyu's arrogance dissipated a lot, and there was a trace of joy in his eyes. Judging from her reaction, she did not have a relationship with Beigong Tengxiao. If she wanted to
Revenge was so unloving that he had to cut Beigong Tengxiao into pieces with a thousand knives.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her trying to slap her face. Wen Ruyu quickly grabbed his wrist and pressed it against the door again.
With tears in her eyes, Mo Wei stared at him angrily, with a hint of pitiful panic, and said: "I...I want to tell Master..."
Wen Ruyu put on a joking smile, leaned over to her ear, and said hoarsely: "So what? Look at Qin Luan, being bullied like that by Luo Qianye, when has master ever paid attention to her?"<
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The Yousheng Sect has always been a law of survival based on the law of the jungle. Her senior brother Luo Qianye is Mo Wuyou's eldest disciple. He is talented and scheming, and is the most popular person in front of Mo Wuyou.
Second senior sister Qin Luan has admired Mo Wuyou since she was a child. Everyone in the Nether Saint Sect knows that. Although she is loyal to Mo Wuyou, she has been favored and teased by Luo Qianye, and Mo Wuyou has never stood up for her.
