Chapter 84 Huanhuan Breathes Fire If He Doesn't Like Chifeng!
Huanhuan sat under the tree angrily and ignored it. Chifeng cautiously came over and tugged at the corner of her clothes with his little paws, "Huanhuan, don't be angry, Chifeng won't dare to do it next time~"
Huanhuan turned away, and Chifeng walked around to the other side of her. Huanhuan still ignored her, and Chifeng scratched her head anxiously, "As long as Huanhuan doesn't get angry, Chifeng will listen to you from now on!"
Huanhuan glanced at it and said angrily, "From now on, will you all listen to me?"
Chifeng lowered his head pitifully, and the two small horns on his head trembled, "As long as Huanhuan doesn't ignore Chifeng from now on, Chifeng will listen to you!"
Huanhuan burst into laughter and poked its little head, "You, you really went too far this time, and I became an accomplice. Mojia is still angry with me!"
Thinking of Mo Jia's cold face, Huan Huan felt a sense of loss.
Chi Feng blinked his big round eyes, "Then Chi Feng should go apologize to Mo Jia."
Huanhuan shook his head, holding the innocent grass on the ground with his little hands, "He has someone with him now, so we'd better not disturb him."
Chifeng looked at Huanhuan and suddenly said, "Huanhuan doesn't like that person, right?"
Huanhuan was stunned, and Chifeng flew up suddenly, saying happily, "If Huanhuan doesn't like it, Chifeng will breathe fire!"
Chifeng is now red all over, and his body is full of fire. He is looking for an opportunity to show off his majestic fire to Huanhuan!
"Hey! Chifeng, come back!"
Huanhuan got anxious and stood up to chase after him. Chifeng didn't seem to hear him and disappeared into the air after flying into the air.
"Damn it!" Huanhuan ran towards Mo Jia's room, praying in her heart that this little guy must not hurt Yan Xihua, otherwise Mo Jia will really hate her!
Without even having time to knock on the door, Huanhuan rushed in. Seeing that Mo Jia was the only one in the room, she didn't bother to explain. She ran around looking for Yan Xihua like a headless fly.
Mo Jia sat on the bed and frowned again, "What are you doing?"
"Where's Yan Xihua?"
"gone back."
Huanhuan was startled, turned around and rushed to the bed, "Where has she gone?"
The crease between Mo Jia's eyebrows deepened a little, "Why are you looking for her?"
Huanhuan was so anxious that she almost cried, "Chifeng said he was going to breathe fire..."
Mo Jia's expression changed, and he immediately opened the quilt and got out of bed. Huan Xiang wanted to help him, but he pushed him away. He picked up his clothes and put them on his body and rushed out.
Huanhuan bit her lip and followed him again worriedly.
As soon as the two left the room, they heard screams coming from outside, "Ah——"
Mo Jia's eyes flashed, "Xihua!" Regardless of his weak body, he supported the wall with one hand and stumbled over in search of the voice.
Outside the gate, a maid desperately patted the flames on her skirt, making her jump in fright. Others who came over after hearing the news quickly stepped forward to help.
"How is this going?"
The maid was frightened and cried, "I don't know what happened, but my skirt suddenly caught fire..."
Mo Jia's eyes darkened, and his sharp gaze swept around. Suddenly, a fiery red shadow flashed past.
He narrowed his eyes and immediately chased after him. Naturally, Huanhuan couldn't see Chi Feng who was so fast, so he had to follow Mo Jia and ran back to the villa.
Mojia's face was extremely pale, and big beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead. He stopped while holding on to the wall, panting heavily, and suddenly said, "You go to Xihua's room first!"
Huanhuan looked at him worriedly, "Then you..."
Mojia turned around and growled at her, "Go quickly!"
"...Hmm." Deliberately ignoring the faint throbbing pain in her heart, Huanhuan turned around and ran upstairs. Although her heart sank to the abyss, she had no time to mourn anymore. If Yan Xihua really died because of this,
Whatever happened, let alone Mojia, she will never forgive herself in this life.
Yan Xihua's room was on the third floor. Just as Huanhuan ran up, she heard a scream. She was startled and rushed over without thinking.
The door of Yan Xihua's room was wide open. She was lying on the ground, motionless. Chi Feng stood proudly in the air with her hands on her hips, inhaling, luckily, opening her mouth and preparing to spit out fire.
"Red Wind!"
Chifeng turned around and saw Huanhuan, and said happily, "Huanhuan, come on, let's see Chifeng spitting fire!"
Huanhuan quickly went over to help Yan Xihua and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with her?"
Chifeng glanced at the people on the ground with contempt, "She is so cowardly, she was scared to death!" Then he said cheerfully, "If Huanhuan doesn't like people, just tell Chifeng, and Chifeng will
Burn them all!"
"Is that so?" A slightly urgent deep voice sounded at the door, scaring Chi Feng to cover his eyes with his little hands, "Oh no, Mo Jia is here."
It turned around in a circle and flew towards the window very unfaithfully, "Chifeng is sleepy, Chifeng wants to sleep!"
Staring blankly in the direction where Chi Feng disappeared, Huan Huan wanted to cry without tears. He was really going to be pissed off by this little guy.
Mo Jia walked over step by step and helped Yan Xihua from Huanhuan's hand. He struggled to pick her up, but it was very difficult. Huanhuan couldn't bear it and stepped forward to help, "Let me help you."
He didn't even look at her and simply said, "No need."
Huanhuan's hands were frozen in place, and her heart hurt from his coldness.
At this time, Yan Xihua woke up faintly. The moment she saw Mo Jia, her eyes were confused, "Mo Jia..."
Suddenly, she remembered something and said emotionally, "There is a fire that has been chasing me... just now... it wanted to burn me to death! Really, you have to believe me..."
Mojia stroked her back comfortingly, stroking her back and forth.
"You are too nervous and hallucinating. There is no fire, and no one wants to harm you." The soft voice is dispelling all her fears little by little, like a ray of sunshine, a breeze, and a clear spring.
Yan Xihua's eyes were full of doubts, and she looked up at him, "Really?"
She clearly saw it, was it really an illusion?
Mojia nodded.
Even if she was just seeking some psychological comfort, Yan Xihua would rather believe it. She trembled and nestled into Mo Jia's arms, sobbing softly, "Mo Jia, I'm so scared, can you stay here with me for a while?"
"
Mojia's eyes became gentle and he responded softly, "Yeah."
His tenderness would only bloom towards this woman named Yan Xihua.
Huanhuan smiled bitterly in his heart, not wanting to be hurt by this picture anymore, so he stood up and walked out.
His dark eyes raised, stared at her figure, then slowly lowered again.