Yun Dieyi's eyebrows moved slightly, "Because you are too elusive." Then he moved closer to Mo Feijun, his eyes lingering on his face, but there was still no sign that he was wearing a human skin mask.
The Mo Feijun in front of him is sometimes cold and unfeeling, so domineering that one would have the urge to beat him up; sometimes he is evil and weird, like an erratic wind; and sometimes he is childish.
Her vision was a little confused, and she couldn't tell when he was normal, so she was driven by curiosity and put herself in danger to see if he was wearing some kind of human skin mask with emotional auxiliary functions.
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After hearing Yun Dieyi's explanation, Mo Feijun's eyes turned dark, like an ancient well, glowing with a deep light.
Just when Yun Dieyi was considering whether to take a step back to prevent him from getting mad again, Mo Feijun suddenly took out a few thin things from his sleeves. They had the same skin color and similar shape to a facial mask, but were obviously delicate.
some.
He lifted them up one by one and seemed to be comparing something to Yun Dieyi's face.
After a while, he took out one and handed it to Yun Dieyi, who didn't know why. "This one has a similar face shape to yours and suits you. Here it is."
Yun Dieyi looked at the human skin mask made of unknown material that he handed over, and suddenly felt a little strange, "Did you get this from a dead person?"
If that's the case, she doesn't want it. She doesn't have necrophilia and is not interested in things belonging to dead people.
An evil smile appeared on the corner of Mo Feijun's mouth, with a hint of pleasure, "No."
Yun Dieyi heard that it was not the case, and then planned to take it over. Their ancient martial arts family covered a wide range of martial arts, and even dabbled in Qinggong, but they did not have any research on human skin masks.
She can take this to study and learn the art of disguise in the future.
She stretched out her slender hand, and as soon as her fingertips touched the human skin mask, she was made uncomfortable by the weird touch. Mo Feijun's voice then sounded, and the magnetic vocal cords made a hellish sound at this time, "That's from the living thing."
Peeled off people’s faces.”
Yun Dieyi immediately let go of his hand, his nerves reacted at the fastest speed in his life, he quickly took a step back, and then looked at Mo Feijun's stubborn face, "You have a weak soul."
Why didn't she see that Mo Feijun had the talent to be a scoundrel before? Contemptuous words spat out from her lips, "Didn't you tell me earlier? Yaya, don't challenge the load capacity of my heart, otherwise I would even go to the Palace of Hell."
I’ll hold you on your back.”
ps: Dear friends, can you please leave a message and tell me whether you like Jun Feimo or Mo Feijun? Meow...