Jun Mojue was really hurt by the disgust and disgust in Mao'er's eyes. He narrowed his eyes tightly, dark gray surging in his eyes, and there was a violent storm hidden in the dark silver pupils.
"Jun Mojue, your kiss makes me sick. Being kissed by a pig is better than being kissed by you!"
After Mao'er finished speaking, all he saw was Jun Mo Jue's dark face, which seemed to be on the verge of breaking out. His face was extremely cold, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. That kind of complicated love and hate, at this moment, he wanted to kill Mao with his own hands.
Damn it, just strangle her to death, so you don't have to be so angry.
Jun Mo Jue stared at Mao'er closely and saw her rubbing her lips with the back of her hands vigorously, as if she had been contaminated with something dirty, with such a disgusted expression...
Jun Mo Jue's hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist, with bulging veins, but his face was smiling charmingly and coquettishly, with a hint of coldness, "Xia Qingcheng, you were slept with by the man in white, and I didn't see you either.
I’m so disgusted, I haven’t seen you use a brush to brush off several layers of skin on your body...!”
Perhaps as the proud son of heaven, he still cannot learn tolerance and trust. His anger, his sadness, he only blames Mao'er for not understanding and having no heart, but he has never found his own reasons for Mao'er.
, he wants to conquer and possess, but he will not be at peace in his life unless he gets this...
Therefore, when he is injured, he will use the same method to make the other party injured too.
Mao'er verbally made him so sad and angry, and then he retaliated in the same way. Even so, he didn't feel happy in his heart.
Such Jun Mo Jue was immature. Until a long time later, Jun Mo Jue thought about what happened at this time with lingering guilt and regret. The girl had given him several opportunities invisibly.
But time and time again, he let it slip through the hurt of words...
After Jun Mo Jue's words fell, Mao'er stopped wiping her lips vigorously. She raised her head and looked at Jun Mo Jue. The man had a coquettish smile on his lips and looked cold and charming, as if he was preparing for his own counterattack.
And so proud!
Mao'er's eyes were immersed in a night-like sacrifice of death. At this moment, she transformed into a demon. Suddenly, she couldn't figure out why she had to resist what happened that night. Rather than bear it alone, Jun Mo Jue should not think of it.
The pain of that night...
The pain of being betrayed by my mother, the pain of being hated by her...
Is it really just that he doesn’t want Jun Mo Jue to remember that night and get entangled with him? Or is it that subconsciously, it is actually protecting him in disguise and not letting him know the facts of that night...
But now!
However, in just a few days, she heard Jun Mo's venomous snake-like words over and over again, each time stabbing her with blood, leaving her unable to fight back.
Mao'er tried her best not to think about the things she decided to put aside. She lost her child, couldn't be a mother, was framed, and to this day is still being ridiculed.
Are you crazy, Xia Maoer, for you to hide all this...
Cat's eyes gradually revealed bloodthirsty excitement, which was the will-o'-the-wisp blooming in the darkness. Something was extinguishing, something was awakening, angels and demons were fighting within the body.
Mao'er raised her eyes, looked at Jun Mo Jue, pursed her lips, stared at Jun Mo Jue and said, "You can go to your good third brother and take a pulse to see if there is anything that shouldn't be there, Jun.
Mo Jue, I'm waiting for the day you remember me, the day you regret it, the day you feel worse than death, the day you regret it!"
Gritting his teeth and speaking word by word, the cat spoke.
On the contrary, it was Jun Mojue who was stunned. At that moment, he felt that his heart stopped beating for a beat, and then started beating violently, as if something was about to be lost. This feeling made people feel panic.
Just then...
In the quiet night, a shouting sound suddenly came...
"There are assassins... there are assassins...!"
The voice was rapid, but it resounded clearly throughout the entire Prince Chen's Mansion.
Across the door of the elegant room, the original black and starry background suddenly turned into dim lights. The sound of the collision of swords sounded in the courtyard, but the room seemed not to be affected by the outside at all. Jun Mojue just stared at Mao'er,
The coquettish smile on his face faded away and returned to a state of seriousness that could no longer be serious...
"Xia Qingcheng, what do you mean?"
Jun Mo Jue asked in a deep voice, but he felt more and more palpitations running through his body...
The cat squinted her eyes, without the slightest smile on her face. She narrowed her peach blossom eyes completely. This was a black cat struggling hard in the dark night looking at the mouse with nowhere to escape. She curled her lips and said,
It's just that he doesn't have a beard, otherwise he would definitely pull his beard. He glanced at Jun Mojue and said, "You are not so stupid that you can't understand people's words. If you are lucky, you will never be able to get back your lost memories. You
It will be better. If you are not lucky enough, your lost memories will come back to your mind without missing any plot. At that time, I want you to regret it!"
Regret...
Four big words burst out loudly, ringing in Jun Mojue's ears. The penetrating power broke through his disguised indifference, and it was these four words that became an unforgettable part of Jun Mojue's life.
Nightmare.
Regret...
"Xia Qingcheng!"
Just when the four characters "Mao'er" had just fallen, the door of Yaju was pushed open by a strong force in the next second. He was dressed in red clothes, bloodthirsty and enchanting, with his back to the night, and his face was bright red. He was dusty,
Eyes full of anxiety.
Holding a long red arrow in his hand, he stood there as handsome as a god, but his temperament was cold and seductive... Ye Wuqing was not a monster, but he had a seductive appearance, especially the bright red...
Jun Mo Jueshu turned his head and looked at Ye Qingqing. Their eyes met in the air, their murderous intent evident.
Outside the door, the people from Wuqing Palace brought by Ye Qingqing and Jun Mojue's people were fighting each other. No one was seen, only the sound of swords clashing could be heard.
Ye Qingqing was the first to retract his gaze, without even looking at Jun Mo Jue, and walked to Mao'er's side, with a cold face and cold words, "When you were unconscious, he pointed his sword at you and threatened me, so I could only let him
Take you away, now that you are awake, I will bring people to rescue you, Xia Qingcheng...!"
