270. Your Majesty is warming up under the blanket【5】
She knows, how could she not know?
But even if she knew, she still came without hesitation.
Because she promised to say something to him, she was too pretentious at that time and refused to say it, but he had already saved her, so she came to fulfill her promise.
"You won't kill me." Wei Ning said casually, her fingers carelessly gliding around the table, and then she came closer to him.
"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows.
"I have formed a contract with the Eight Desolate Divine Beasts. To separate him from my contract will require too much spiritual power. Only you can do it in the entire underworld. Otherwise, the majestic Pluto will not be allowed to hunt him.
The Eight Desolate Divine Beasts. But now that you are so seriously injured, of course you can't do it, so for a while, my life is still safe."
After listening to her words, Mo Wuji looked at her coldly with a pair of gloomy eyes.
I have to admit that she is very smart and can see the situation clearly.
It turns out that she dared to appear in the underworld blatantly. She was prepared and did not appear recklessly.
"Do you think what I said is right?" Wei Ning sat on the table in front of him, leaning very close to him and smelling each other.
"Yes." He was not angry at all. It was rare for him to meet someone who could act like a rogue in front of him intellectually. He thought it was strange.
Wei Ning smiled: "So, if I stay in the underworld, not only can you not hurt me, but you can also protect me?"
"Yes." The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a somewhat evil smile.
"That's great!" Wei Ning clapped her hands, "With His Majesty Pluto saying this, I feel much more relieved."
Mo Wuji looked at her smiling proudly, lazily placing her hands on the table, leaning back, her little face was filled with a sparkling smile, and he couldn't help but be distracted for a moment.
"Don't be too happy. This is the underworld. Before I recover from my injury, you can't go anywhere and can only follow me!"
"Yeah!" Wei Ning nodded obediently.
Mo Wuji was startled and asked her to follow him. Why did she obey so obediently?
What conspiracy does she have?
Smelly girl, what tricks do you dare to play in front of me?
This enigmatic and controlling Pluto felt for the first time that he could not see through the film of such a little girl who had not even grown any hair.
It’s really…hateful!
Mo Wuji stood up and put one hand on the back of the chair, seemingly struggling.
Wei Ning's heart tightened, and she quickly went up to support her, and asked worriedly: "How can you heal your injury faster?"
"After my injury is healed, it's your time to die. Do you want to die so much?" Mo Wuji sneered, but he never had the slightest pity for her.
No matter how she acted, his heart would never waver even a little bit.
Wei Ning tilted her head and said calmly: "I'm afraid of death, but if I die in your hands, I won't complain, not at all."
Because he had saved her life. Without him, she would have turned into an unconscious beast, which would be much more painful than death.
For people like them, death has been with them all their lives. What should they be afraid of?
Mo Wuji frowned and glanced at her, then suddenly shook off her hand supporting him and walked out alone.
Wei Ning hurriedly followed and said anxiously: "Bai Yuntang asked me to follow you to find out about the Eight Desolate Divine Beasts. If he knows that you have seen through me, he will definitely kill me!"
He still walked forward without stopping for a moment, what a heartless guy!
