Obviously, Mo Feijun did exactly the same thing as the hypothetical person, but why was he treated so well? His hand was not dislocated, and his person continued to hold her leisurely in his arms, but she was just cooperating,
Although somewhat reluctant.
Even though she was a little dissatisfied, she actually didn't resist much.
Is it really impossible to break free, so she accepts her fate like this? After thinking about it for a long time, she realized that in fact, it is not necessarily a matter of winning or losing in terms of martial arts, and Mo Feijun is still safe and sound just because she never wanted to mind
These.
She raised her clear eyes and slightly raised her delicate chin, intending to tell him that she liked him.
But before the words could be said, almost at the same moment, Mo Feijun suddenly planned the situation for her to speak, and just said, "You can move now, I still have some things to deal with." Then he moved at a very fast speed.
Get up and get dressed.
His slender figure disappeared into the room in the blink of an eye, and the room that was originally filled with fragrance suddenly felt a little empty.
A trace of regret flashed through Yun Dieyi's heart. She wanted to tell him her feelings, but he missed the opportunity to hear her. However, along with this trace of regret flashed through his heart, an extremely bad premonition suddenly appeared.
The spring vine took root in her heart.
Is it possible that something happened to Mo Feijun?
When he was talking to her just now, he always gave people the feeling that he was holding back his lust, but he couldn't bear to let her go, so he could only suppress it. She even found it funny when he endured it. How could he suddenly talk too much?
A trace of suppressed pain?
It was obvious to everyone that he had no plan to deal with things tonight. He had been with her all the time and had not received any reporting information. Why did he leave so quickly and use the excuse that he had something to deal with?
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was fishy, so she hurriedly got up, ready to put on new clothes and chase after him.
Mo Feijun, who had already traveled a long way with Qinggong, finally could no longer move forward. In the night, he settled in a place in the palace that was more remote than the cold palace. There was a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere everywhere he looked. Occasionally, there were
Birds fluttered overhead.
The cold palace is desolate because no one cares about it and is sparsely populated, and the coldness here is because it is famous for being haunted.
Mo Feijun walked to the lake, holding the weeping willow in his hand. His face was already pale. At first, there was only a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. A thin layer covered his face, shining with a desolate luster in the moonlight.
, adding to the pain.
Later, sweat fell like raindrops on the bank of the lake, and painful veins bulged on his forehead.
After that, the sweat fell even more rapidly, from falling like a steady spring rain to falling like a violent storm.
The pain involved... is self-evident.
At first, his sweat was just small droplets, then it became the size of raindrops, and finally it was almost larger than ordinary small jade beads. The pain he endured also changed from heart-wrenching to tearing.
Heartbroken.
His face, whose splendor was enough to make the world eclipse him, could no longer clearly see his original appearance. At this moment, his forehead was already miserable, and even his face looked a bit dizzy. However, he never shouted a single word from the beginning to the end.
In fact, just now, when he discovered something strange about his body, the matter was already irreversible.