Mu Xuelun's blood is too strong, if it is used as a medicinal guide, it may far exceed the medicinal herbs themselves that are mixed together.

However, it is precisely because of this that Mu Ziding seems to be a little more interested in Mu Xuelun's blood.

However, if you want to take it again, I'm afraid it's difficult to go to the sky, and I don't know how much he said in the glass bottle, and in the end it's in the name of my aunt.

Mu Ziding shook his head, as if it was a pity.

Suddenly, Mu Qingyang stretched out his hand and pinched it on Mu Ziding's face.

"You're more perverted than him, I wanted to say that you came, what uses blood to medicine and what medicine blood is if everyone in the world knows, even if you have ten lives, it's not enough for them to bleed only the books you occasionally get, you can't be exquisite, you take it seriously, if it's a sideline book, wouldn't you harm others and yourself"

Mu Qingyang said as he increased the intensity of his hand.

"It hurts, Qingyang, it hurts" Mu Ziding squinted, and his grinning hands were held in Mu Qingyang's hands.

Hmph, if he doesn't let him suffer a little "bitterly", he doesn't know that "the pot is made of iron" Mu Qingyang ignored it, and inadvertently increased the strength on the handle.

"With human blood, do you want to try all the people you know in the future" Mu Qingyang was unwilling to ask.

"No, no, no, no, no, it hurts, Qingyang. Although Mu Ziding was protecting the pain, he didn't dare to pull Mu Qingyang's hand away from his face.

"Don't think about such a disgusting thing in the future, don't you hear it" Mu Qing frowned, and his face began to become solemn.

"I won't dare again. Seeing this, Mu Ziding immediately expressed his determination.

Mu Qingyang withdrew his hand and glared at him fiercely.

Mu Ziding stroked his already hot cheeks, and looked at Mu Qingyang and began to think in his heart.

"Everyone you know, try it," Qing Yang said, he had never thought of it that way.

Also, Mu Qingyang doesn't understand, as far as the book says, not everyone's blood can be used as "medicinal blood".

Mu Ziding glanced at the side as if he was ignoring them Mu Xuelun didn t say that what was in the glass bottle was just what he and he knew, why was it so light just now and sued sù qingyang

Mu Ziding frowned, a little unsure of what the imperial uncle was thinking, and why he didn't want to take blood in person since he promised himself before

One after another doubts in Mu Ziding's heart couldn't help but come one after another

"Drinking the blood of this king makes you feel disgusting" Mu Xuelun lowered his eyes, playing with the empty glass bottle in his hand, and his face turned out to be a pity.

"Ah" Mu Qingyang was surprised in his heart, but he didn't expect Mu Xuelun to be like this.

can see that indifferent look, as well as that attitude tone.

Mu Qingyang was stubborn for a while, and raised his feet and walked in the direction of Mu Xuelun.

"Qingyang. Mu Ziding grabbed her sleeve, but he didn't want to let her come to Mu Xuelun's eyes all of a sudden.

"Brush" sound.

Mu Qingyang brushed up his sleeves, revealing his still fair arms.

"If King Chen thinks that the blood is a pity, the last general will return you."

Mu Qingyang stood straight, lowered his eyes, and looked condescendingly at Mu Xuelun, who was sitting in front of him.

Mu Xuelun was silent, his face was flat, and his slender fingers rubbed up and down on the delicate glass bottle.

But his lukewarm attitude made Mu Qingyang even more out of control.

"Then now you take a bite and drink as much as you want, and you will never frown at the end of what you want."

Mu Qingyang said, and moved his arm closer to Mu Xuelun's face