"Anything is possible. ”

At that time, Fengjian was just a casual joke, but unexpectedly, as soon as his words fell, he saw that Mu Qingyang had already rolled up his sleeves, and with a cold light, the wound that had not yet healed burst out of the bright red again......

Until she filled all the remaining glass bottles, she actually showed a satisfied smile on her face.

Just watching her transfuse blood into Mu Sheron's veins, Fengjian didn't speak, or even make any movements, like an outsider.

At that time, he almost wondered if this person named Mu Qingyang was stupid, just by virtue of his casual words, she actually did such a thing.

His thoughts returned to reality, looking at the stunned Mu Xuelun, but Fengjian's eyes were extremely calm.

"What do you think of me!Bloodthirsty monster!" Suddenly grabbing Mu Qingyang's shirt with one hand, Mu Xuelun's emotions seemed to be a little uncontrollable.

"......" Mu Qingyang was startled, and the sudden situation caught her off guard for a while.

What happened just now? Mu Qing came back to his senses, but he didn't know what they had just said and done, so that Mu Xuelun was so angry.

"Why do you do this?!Why do you always don't listen to what I say?!Why do you always insist on going your own way?!Why do you always force me, why do you ......" The questioning one after another, shaking suddenly, made Mu Qingyang a little panicked for a while.

"You're crazy!" Looking at Mu Qingyang's whitewashed cheeks, he was shaken by Mu Xuelun like a small grass shaking in the wind and rain, for some reason, Feng Jian, who was not nosy, actually stepped forward and tore Mu Xuelun's hand off.

"Calm down!" he pressed Mu Xuelun hard, and Feng Jian seemed to understand Mu Xuelun's loss of control.

"You don't have to be nosy!" A fierce look at the eyes of the wind stream, cold, resolute, people can't help but feel a chill.

"Then what do you want? Kill her and vent the anger in your heart?" Just as he spoke, the wind and stream were almost gone, and when the words fell, the big hand was already locked on Mu Qingyang's neck.

"Stop!" An exclamation, Mu Xuelun stretched out his hand to stop him, and his face, which was still covered with frost just now, turned red all of a sudden.

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" Mu Qingyang's hands were tightly grasped on Fengjian's hands, feeling the hand that was tightly clamped on her neck like steel tongs, almost in a single force, she could completely cut off her neck!

The instinct to survive prompted Mu Qingyang to do something, but except for the tears flowing from the corners of her eyes, she couldn't react at all at this moment, a helpless, unprecedented fear quickly spread in her heart.

"Isn't this what you think?" Feng Jian said, but he didn't let Mu Qingyang go.

"It's not. Responding quickly to his words, Mu Xuelun understood in his heart that Fengjian has always been a person who says everything, looking at Mu Qingyang, who was already full of blood, Mu Xuelun's heart was tightly pinched.

"It turns out that you are a person who imposes your own fears on others. Speaking of Feng Jian here, looking at Mu Xuelun's eyes actually showed a bit of contempt.

"......" A pair of hands, clenched into fists tightly, pierced into the flesh but painlessly, Mu Xuelun knew that he had never been able to hide from him.

For the wind stream, Mu Xuelun has always been in a lukewarm attitude, but in the depths of his heart, whenever he sees the wind stream, he always has an indescribable feeling, with the discovery of his body, a fear buried deep in his heart, really afraid that one day in the future he will become a monster in the eyes of the world.