Ye Mohan seemed to have discovered what Chu Yue was thinking. He laughed evilly and joked: "If Chu wants to murder his own husband, there will be no one to accompany you to raise an army."
Without waiting for Chu Yue to reply, Ye Mohan picked up Chu Yue by the waist and placed her on the chair in front of the mirror.
Before Chu Yue sat down, Ye Mohan carefully heated the chair with his true energy.
Then he picked up the fish bone comb and combed his three thousand black hair.
Chu Yue looked at the focused and serious man in the mirror, and suddenly thought of raising an army or something, her ears suddenly became hot and red.
Disgraceful to gentlemen!
Four big words suddenly flashed in Chu Yue's mind.
Ye Mohan took the ivory-white hosta and naturally and skillfully pulled up Chu Yue's hair.
When Chu Yue saw this scene through the reflection in the mirror, she frowned and asked subconsciously: "You know how to curl your hair?"
Although Ye Mohan's bun is not too complicated, it is definitely not simple either.
At least she won't.
Ye Mohan was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "No."
"That......?"
"I do not know either."
Ye Mohan shook his head: "It seems that I just let nature take its course and did it."
Chu Yue looked slightly condensed and fell into deep thought.
If Ye Mohan has never tied up other women's hair, it means that he did it for her ninety thousand years ago.
I just don’t know why I lost that precious memory.
But the consciousness engraved in the soul will never be forgotten.
"Pillow, do you think we met ninety thousand years ago?" Chu Yue asked insinuatingly.
"How old are you?"
Ye Mohan's voice was extremely gentle and full of doting.
Chu Yue shrugged and said no more.
After pulling up her hair, Ye Mohan discovered that there were blood-red traces on the back of her clothes.
"You are hurt?"
Ye Mohan's heart tightened, he frowned and asked in a low voice.
Hearing this, Chu Yue was quite surprised and didn't know what it meant.
Her martial body was intact and her marrow had been cleansed and marrowed. Although it could not be said to be ice-cold muscles and jade bones, there were absolutely no scars.
Chu Yue looked around inwardly with a skeptical attitude, and then checked Ye Mohan's back where he could see it, but there was still no scar.
But looking at Ye Mohan's nervous look, she seemed to really see an injury on her back.
Chu Yue lowered her eyebrows, narrowed her narrow beautiful eyes, and keenly sensed that something was wrong.
From this point of view, she did have injuries on her body, but she didn't know it.
In other words.
Only Ye Mohan could see it.
But Ye Mohan had never seen it before, so why did he see it now.
There is only one explanation.
On the day when the nine cauldrons were opened during the appointment ceremony, she went to the cosmic torrent, met the Human Emperor, and learned about a vague past event.
If it is true as she thinks, it means that the more past events she learns, the closer Ye Mohan's understanding of her will be to that of the past.
Chu Yue suddenly opened up, like waking up from a dream.
But Ye Mohan only stared at the wounds on her back. The wounds were as hideous as snakes, as if her spine had been slashed.
Ye Mo Hanshuang's jade-white hands slowly peeled off two layers of the girl's clothes, and they fell to the crook of Chu Yue's elbows, revealing her round and white shoulders, and the crimson lotus around her neck was even more charming.
The man only stared at her back, with anger and distress in his eyes.
Ye Mohan gently grasped the girl's shoulders with his long fingers, leaned down between her butterfly bones, and kissed her gently like a dragonfly.
The thin lips touch the skin of the spine.
Thousands of ants passed by, triggering a series of intolerable reactions.
Chu Yue's hand on the table curled up slightly, her eyes shrank slightly, and the dark light in half of the room shone.
The touch on her back made her mind go blank, and she forgot to think about the various causes and effects of the past ninety thousand years.
The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the silhouettes of the two people were reflected in the window paper.
What flows in the air is the breath of spring.
"Who did it?"
Ye Mohan's eyes were filled with murderous intent: "I'll kill him."
Suddenly.
Ye Mohan was startled.
But when the girl's back suddenly became white and flawless, her skin was like mutton-fat jade, the wound was no longer visible.
Ye Mohan frowned, and doubt flashed in his eyes.
A cool breeze filtered through the cracks in the window.
Ye Mohan quickly arranged Chu Yue's clothes and wrapped her tightly. He was still wondering about what happened just now, thinking it was a hallucination caused by fatigue for many days.
Chu Yue looked at Ye Mohan who was thinking hard and raised her eyebrows slightly.
This man.
Always playing with fire.
From the outside, the blood guardian's untimely and extremely unpleasant voice sounded: "Your Highness, do you think the way to practice Jiu Ming Steps is to lift the left foot first, or the right foot?"
Ye Mohan's eyebrows trembled slightly, his veins rose slightly, and his eyes were filled with rage like a storm.
"roll--"
He spoke in a deep voice with an expressionless face.