Jun Mo Jue stared at the wound on Mao'er's chest and murmured to himself, his eyes full of disbelief. The red blood bow and arrow shot through Xia Qingcheng's chest in front of his eyes. The rushing blood made his heart freeze.
A piece of it, but at this moment, the wound that was supposed to be hideous has actually healed, leaving only a shallow triangular arrow mark. In a few days, there will definitely be no trace at all...
Jun Mo Jue's hand slowly stroked the wound on Mao'er's chest, one after another, his eyes full of shock...
"Have you touched enough?"
Jun Mo Jue was immersed in his own shock when the sound of a cat's gnashing of teeth suddenly sounded in his ears. The man was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what was happening in front of him.
Mao'er's clothes were half withdrawn, his hands were cut behind his back, and his ice-skinned skin was unobstructed in front of him. What's more, one of his hands was still on the plump, snow-white breasts...
Jun Mo Jue was stunned for a moment, and a touch of pink crept up on his ears, but his eyes did not leave the cat's chest. He ignored the cat's fire-breathing eyes and pinched the snow-white chest, "Xia
Qingcheng, you can’t control it with just one hand...!"
Ahhhhhh...
What is going on? Damn it, Jun Mojue, you, a domineering man and a sultry prince, can actually say such shameless words...
Mao'er was angry, and his eyes literally spurted out thousands of years of flames, "Jun Mo Jue...!" The look in his eyes was like a thousand swords, and the sound in his voice was like a demonic sound that pierced his ears...
Jun Mojue quickly put Mao'er's clothes back on his waist, his face instantly returned to seriousness, the one who changed his face quickly, "Why is this happening?"
Mao'er's eyes were spitting fire, but his body was weak, otherwise Jun Mo Jue would have been thrown into the Sahara Desert. In response to the question Jun Mo Jue asked, Mao'er rolled his eyes, "I am a cat, and cats have nine lives.
So easy to die?"
What is this and what?
Jun Mojue was so amused by Mao'er's words that she couldn't laugh or cry. Did she know what happened? Why did a fatal wound heal on her body in a short time? What was the reason for this?
Do you have a special physique? Or are there other secrets?
But Mao'er has seen a lot and will accept everything as quickly as possible. Just like her physical problem, the child didn't think much about it at all. Isn't this a good thing for her?
As for why this happened, Mao'er didn't bother to think about it, and what she was most concerned about now was other things.
Thinking about it, the half-narrowed eyes gradually turned cold, and the bloodthirsty murderous intention flashed past. In this world, no one really dared to hurt her, was it Ye Wuqing? Was it Wuqing Palace?
"Jun Mo Jue, I want to know everything about Ye Wuqing...!"
