This is really a strange thing in the world. If this is true, then why did Qianqian end up falling off a cliff in the end and almost died?
Mo Yaner placed the tea cup heavily on the table, and the tea in the cup bubbled up and splashed onto the table.
A voice came from outside, "What's wrong? Does the tea not suit your taste? I'll ask someone to bring you a new pot. Why smash the cup?"
Mo Yaner took a closer look and saw that it was Yun Qingkuang. He still had a smile on his face and continued: "It doesn't matter if the cup is broken. If I hurt your delicate hand, it would be a sin!"
Mo Yaner stood up and shouted: "You'd better let me out quickly and don't play tricks in front of me. I won't accept your tricks!"
Yun Qing sat down with a wild smile. He held a closed fan in his hand and placed it on the edge of the table. He watched the beauty get angry with interest. He was silent at first, and then said: "Your behavior is different from Qian Qian's just now."
It's exactly the same as when it came."
Mo Yaner suddenly turned around to the head of the bed, took out the long sword placed next to the pillow, quickly pulled it out, and stabbed Yun Qingkuang, saying at the same time: "It's a good thing you didn't mention Qianqian, Qianqian is being harmed by you now."
She was so miserable, I want to avenge her!"
Yun Qingkuang unfolded the fan in his hand with lightning speed, and secretly used his inner strength to swing it. The fan turned out to be like a magnet, tightly sticking to the long sword in Mo Yan'er's hand, and Mo Yan'er's arm holding the sword
He also shivered slightly, and beads of sweat overflowed on his forehead.
Suddenly, she raised the long sword hard, and the sword blade stabbed. Mo Yan'er shouted, and hurriedly turned sideways, and the long sword was inserted straight into the edge of the bed behind her. As the scabbard shook after being inserted into the wood, Mo Yan'er
Yan'er looked at the long sword as if he was dumbfounded.
Look at Yun Qingkuang, who is still sitting upright, looking calm and composed.
The battle just now seemed light and gentle, but Mo Yan'er knew deeply that in that short confrontation, he had given all his strength and almost died in Yun Qingkuang's hands. If he hadn't been there at the end
If you stop the momentum at the critical moment and let the sword energy deviate, you will never have the chance to turn sideways.
Yun Qingkuang only used 50% of his skill at most, and he was already able to attack him to the point where he was unable to fight back. His smile was very meaningful, "Don't even think about escaping, you will never fly out of my hand."
Mo Yaner sat up again, put his arms on the table, looked at Yun Qingkuang seriously, and said: "I lost, you'd better kill me and don't even think about asking me to be your slave."
Yun Qingkuang ignored Mo Yan'er, stretched out his hand to pick up the tea set in the center of the table, looked at it carefully, looked at the wall of the cup and said: "You are too angry. It seems that this tea is given to the right person. I will drink it every day from now on."
I sent someone to bring you a pot of tea like this." He stood up and looked at Mo Yan'er and said, "You are tired too, just take a good rest today, I won't talk to you anymore."
After saying that, he ignored Mo Yan'er and pushed the door open. Before leaving, he didn't forget to close the door.