"Where else do you want to escape?" Xin Moge, who held Feng Yu's wrist, said expressionlessly. His face was trapped in the shadows, and his emotions were indistinguishable.
Feng Yu stepped back, a little dumbfounded. Why was he here? Could he be a ghost? So elusive! Such magical powers! How could he be caught by him "waiting for the chance"?
When the people looking around heard the noise coming from here, they rushed over immediately, and after seeing the situation clearly, they quickly bowed and retreated.
Feng Yu continued to retreat, feeling a little frightened in her heart, "What exactly do you want?"
"I've said it before and I don't want to repeat it."
"But, I really don't want to stay by your side. It's the same no matter how many times I say it." Feng Yu replied directly, concisely and clearly.
Xin Moge's expression suddenly turned ugly, and the hand holding Feng Yu's wrist tightened significantly. At the same time, his tone of voice became obviously colder, and he said word by word: "This is not up to you. I will say it one last time, from now on.
From now on, stay by my side obediently. Also, obediently give birth to the child. There will never be a next time for what happened tonight."
"Why did you give birth to a child? I'm not pregnant at all." Feng Yu immediately blurted out.
Xin Moge obviously didn't believe it, "Go back with me."
"I just said, I don't want to stay with you, and I will never go back with you." Following the words, Feng Yu preemptively struck, calmly, decisively and unexpectedly, and was not detained by Xin Moge.
His left hand suddenly struck Simoge mercilessly with a palm.
This little bit of martial arts that Feng Yu had just learned was not worth mentioning to Xin Moge. Xin Moge easily grabbed Feng Yu's left hand.
There was a wound on the palm of Feng Yu's left hand. There was so much blood, and the wound was obvious. Suddenly, Feng Yu couldn't help but take a breath as Xin Moge grabbed her wrist and affected the wound.
After hearing this, Xin Moge immediately released his grip on Feng Yu's left wrist and quickly lowered his head to "look" at Feng Yu's hand.
Feng Yu saw this scene in her eyes, her eyes narrowed suddenly, and the words blurted out in an instant, "Can you see it?"
Xin Moge said nothing, his face under the moonlight had an indistinguishable expression.
Feng Yu thought she had been right, and Xin Moge's silence was a sign of having nothing to say and an acquiescence, so she said again: "You can't see it at all. Are you just lying from beginning to end?"
"If I could see, how could I let you hide for so long? I would find you in less than a day." Xin Moge was referring to the night after that night in the pavilion. If he could really see, he would just draw her appearance.
If we let someone look for her again, wouldn't it be more effective with half the effort, and we could also guarantee that she would be found immediately.
Feng Yu was startled for a moment and then came to her senses.
That night in the pavilion, when he opened his eyes, she was startled, and she was annoyed that she had been so careless in not covering his eyes in advance. Fortunately, she immediately discovered that his eyes were unfocused, so she simply watched him from beginning to end.
He was not blindfolded. If he could really see, he could have drawn her portrait and looked for her. There would be no need to bother. But if he couldn't see, why could he move so freely during this time?
?Just now, he quickly looked down at her hand like a normal person would?
Xin Moge sensed Feng Yu's doubts and was silent for a moment before saying, "Do you know why I specifically captured Lao Yang?"
