There are all kinds of strange ways to preserve one's appearance. Using insect poison to restore one's appearance has a low success rate, but it doesn't mean it's impossible.
This Miaojiang saint is one of those rare beauty-successful people.
After Cang Shu left, Mo Feijun stared at Yun Dieyi's face and took her slender hand, "If I encounter danger in the future, will you help me?"
Once, he was almost driven out of his mind by Jun Fei Liu and Jun Fei Yi, and no one came to help him.
The maids and eunuchs who were watching all watched with pity as he suffered all kinds of bullying.
So, he wanted to know, if things could be repeated, would everything end differently?
Accustomed to his leaping thinking, Yun Dieyi had no doubts about his change of topic at this time. She just used her free hand to lightly pat his shoulder, with a sound like a ringing bell, "What are you thinking about?"
What? Do I look like such an unjust person?"
Although the road is rough, drawing a sword to help the god of love is not her expertise.
But if he was bullied, she would definitely help him and make friends with him.
Hearing these words, the smile on Mo Feijun's lips was like a vast expanse of clear waves. He didn't speak again for a long while, and the smile just rippled at the corners of his lips, lasting and continuous.
Just when Yun Dieyi thought he might have lost the ability to express himself verbally, a voice sounded, "I love you."
He has asked many people what love is, and rarely has the time to ask others what love is.
The final result is that you are willing to put your life in the hands of another person, and that is love.
So, he was sure that he loved her.
If he has a life, and if she needs to save her life, then he will give his life to her.
If he has ten lives and she needs him to go through fire and water, then he will go through fire ten times.
If he has a hundred lives and she needs him to accompany her to hell, then he will walk with her across the Naihe Bridge a hundred times.
In fact, he has always known that a person's life is only once, but he can give her everything, leaving nothing behind.
Although Mo Feijun's martial arts is not unique in the world, at least no one has dared to bully him for a long time. The wealth of the Ming family he manages and controls the world's business is richer than the national treasury. The killer organization he owns ranks first in the world.
So...his love must be...unparalleled in the world.
And the woman he loves has always been unique.
To have and to give is to be unique in the world. This is Mo Feijun's style.
"Uh?" Yun Dieyi was stunned for a moment, and was shocked. Thousands of huge waves rolled up, roaring in like a tidal wave. In the end, his smile was like mist, as if separated from the clouds, "I just said to help you.
Ah, you don’t have to be moved to agree with me.”
Besides, she didn't help him, right?
Isn't this feeling too heavy?
Promise me with my body? Mo Feijun's ink-like eyes exuded an uncertain brilliance. His hand almost pinched Yun Dieyi's neck, but in the end he abruptly changed his direction and covered her waist fiercely.
, take her to sleep, "Sleep."
Does she have to be so angry at him? Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, promise her...
If he hadn't been reluctant to hurt her, he would have strangled her to death and then revived her.
Yun Dieyi didn't speak this time. Mo Feijun's anger was so obvious. Although she didn't know what the situation was, she could easily feel that what she said had become a trigger. She didn't want to inadvertently