The night became thicker and thicker, as if ink was about to drip out. The evening wind blew through, spreading the chill to every corner of the world. There was a rustling sound in the bamboo forest, like a war song.
In the darkness of the night, Yun Dieyi asked the question that concerned him most at the moment, "What are you doing here? Why did you attack me just now?"
She would not think that his coming here had anything to do with her, because if that was the case, he should appear as a midnight ghost in her room, not in this bamboo forest.
Mo Feijun looked at Yun Dieyi with a sharp expression like a sculpture, his eyes were like ice, and the coldness shot directly into people's hearts, "This is a suitable place for practicing martial arts. I don't like others taking my practice territory. You should be glad that you are Yun Dieyi, otherwise
I will go to see the King of Hell early."
Such an arrogant tone, Yun Dieyi sighed secretly, and met his sharp gaze without fear, "I think it is necessary to remind you that the entire Yun Mansion is my territory."
This is indeed an excellent place to practice, but Mo Feijun is too domineering. He actually attacked her because he didn't like practicing in the same place with others. The last thing she wanted to admit in her life was that her skills were inferior to others, but... His martial arts skills are worse than hers.
If he hadn't stopped the move just now, she would have gone to see Black and White Wuchang out of nowhere.
Who could she turn to to vent her injustice? He was clearly the one taking the spotlight, yet he could still be so confident, as if other people's lives were as insignificant as ants.
In fact, Yun Dieyi's feelings are correct.
In Mo Feijun's heart, anyone's life is insignificant. He disdains his imperial brother and only waits to remove them all when the net is closed. His mother-in-law was busy fighting for favor, so that he was bullied and insulted.
, has a ravaged past, he only regards her as a stranger, and his father is a passer-by that he does not like.
Such a blood-related relationship cannot hold back his emotions.
Other people who have nothing to do with each other have no value in existence.
Mo Feijun looked at Yun Dieyi with a pair of ruthless cold eyes, "Everything I like is mine."
He didn't bother to restrain himself according to the world's standards. It didn't matter who owned this bamboo forest before. Now as long as he likes it, it belongs to him, and everyone else is an uninvited guest.
If Yun Dieyi hadn't been kind to that idiot Jun Feimo, he would have sent her to death a long time ago.
In his dictionary, there is no right or wrong, and any kindness is superfluous.
(Our family Mo Feijun is always a pervert, la la la, he is as loving as the cute protagonist Jun Fei Mo, (~o~)~zz)