"Until the wedding night, I tasted Murong's blood, and she was not."
Gu Yilan's handsome face shone with a strange light.
"I once thought it was because my sense of taste and body had deviated after I became seriously ill, but it turned out that it was not the case."
He looked at Mu Yunhan happily and announced: "I want to marry you. No matter who you are, no matter what the reasons or hidden secrets are."
Mu Yunhan had calmed down. She listened quietly to Gu Yilan's words and quietly arranged her clothes and hair.
"Who do you think you are?" She said contemptuously: "You are really very ill. In order to steal your nephew's fiancée, you can even think of such a despicable and shameless excuse."
He always thought that the person who gave him blood during those seven years was Murong?
So what did they say when they met twice? What about the letters they wrote to each other?
What about the things he gave her?
She won't question him, because questioning is equivalent to admitting that she is that Mu Yunhan.
"Alin's fiancée is not you, but Mu Yao. You have to recognize the fact clearly." Gu Yilan was a little unhappy: "I didn't lie."
"Oh." Mu Yunhan turned around and continued climbing.
He reached out to pull her sleeve, and she looked at his hand coldly: "Let go! You are an animal that only knows how to suck human blood. Do you know that you are disgusting? It makes me want to cut off the hand you touched.
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Gu Yilan's calm expression finally showed a hint of crack.
She called him an animal that only knew how to drink human blood.
She even hated him so much that she wanted to cut off the hands he touched.
He frowned, disappointed: "You don't believe me."
Mu Yunhan looked at him mockingly: "Maybe if you scratch Murong's face, I will try to believe you?"
"Scratch her face?" Gu Yilan was startled. He was silent for a moment and asked her uncertainly: "Do you really want to do this?"
Mu Yunhan was so sick that he wanted to vomit.
Pretending to be so innocent, as if scratching someone's face was so incredible and unforgivable.
So what does her scratched face mean?
But forget it, how could a high-ranking priest do such a thing?
Anything that will dirty his hands or cause trouble is Murong's business. He only needs to sit back and accept the admiration of all people.
She smiled mischievously: "Yes, Murong is so hateful, as you know, she almost killed me and my whole family a few days ago.
Including today, when I was on my way here, she also arranged for people to ambush me on the road, hoping to send me to jail and ruin my reputation. For such a vicious person, just scratching her face would be an advantage for her. "
"Today?" Gu Yilan was a little confused: "I will explain to you what happened today, but even so, I can't agree to your request. You can punish her, but not in this way."
Mu Yunhan chuckled: "The priest is so noble. While pursuing a new love, he still protects his original wife."
Gu Yilan frowned: "These are two different things. I pursue you, but I won't scratch her face because of you."
Mu Yunhan couldn't listen anymore: "What if I say that as long as you scratch her face, I will agree to your request?"
Gu Yilan shook her head gently: "No, please change your request."
"Then what are we talking about? Get lost!" Mu Yunhan stopped looking at him, "Don't waste your efforts. I won't marry you. You and Murong are a perfect match."
"A pair of real animals." She added this sentence and walked up to the high platform. (To be continued)