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She had to admit that this demon was really good-looking.

But she's not a nymphomaniac.

The reason why her heart trembled was because from his every move, she read a touch of indulgence and tenderness that was not easy to detect.

Come back to your senses.

Pushing Mo Yanhuang away with a strong movement, she stared coldly at the man's thin lips that were red from kissing, reached out and grabbed his neck, and said, "You asked me to come up just to do this kind of thing?" ”

Knowing that Feng Zitong was really angry, Mo Yanhuang let her choke herself, and said very seriously: "Little thing, as long as you are in front of me, I can't control myself." ”

"If you give me back the silver needle, I won't appear before you." She was unmoved.

Mo Yanhuang hugged her into his arms, and his arms gradually tightened: "I said you were mine, little thing, don't hide." ”

His tone was pleading, but also unmistakable.

Feng Zitong wanted to break free of Mo Yanhuang's embrace, but found that he couldn't.

As soon as her head was hot, her consciousness moved slightly, and she summoned a dagger from the thousand faces.

"Poof"

The dagger glowing with silver light stabbed into Mo Yanhuang's waist without hesitation.

"Hmm~"

When the dagger was summoned from Feng Zitong, Mo Yanhuang knew it.

But he wanted to bet, bet on whether she would really do it.

Now it seems that he lost.

Feng Zitong looked at it coldly and pulled out the dagger.

As if hearing the sound of blood flowing out, she didn't dare to look at the bright red dagger, her hand shook, and the dagger fell to the ground.

I don't know why, she didn't hesitate to stab the dagger into Mo Yanhuang's body, as if she had lost her mind in extreme shame.

Now that she came to her senses, she realized what a stupid thing she had done.

Smelling the blood in the air, she frowned.

In all fairness, Mo Yanhuang has not done anything to hurt her, but has been helping her, and even accommodating her in every possible way.

But although she didn't want to accept it, she had no reason to hurt him.

Mo Yanhuang didn't speak, Feng Zitong was also silent, the atmosphere was a little low for a while, he was angry, but he was in a low mood.

The heart is like a silk thread, and then it tightens and tightens until it hurts.

His handsome face was half obscured by Feng Zitong's black hair, and his expression couldn't be seen at all, just gray and cold.

The pain in the lower back is nothing, but the pain in the bottom of the heart is tormenting enough.

Letting go of Feng Zitong, he spread out his right hand and stretched out 54 silver needles in front of Feng Zitong, his voice did not have the slightest emotion, and said, "Half of the silver needles, take it." ”

Feng Zitong lowered his eyes and took the silver needle, did not speak, turned around and left.

"Starting tomorrow, move to the temple and complete our agreement."

Although he was stabbed so ruthlessly by the other party, he still couldn't give up on her~

Feng Zitong's footsteps paused and said "um", then left the temple.

She walked down the mountain road, her eyes hidden in the darkness, unable to see her emotions clearly, but the clenched fists at her sides reminded her of the stupid act she had just made.

The knife that stabbed Mo Yanhuang, although it was relieved, was more guilty.

Qiansha sat in the space, a little worried, but he also knew that Feng Zitong didn't want to be disturbed at this moment, and he knew better that Zitong had such a realization, so she didn't have feelings for Mo Yanhuang, but she didn't notice it herself.

Under the moonlight, walking alone in the mountains and forests, Feng Zitong raised his head and took a deep breath, and the fresh air made his stuffy heart a little more comfortable.

Never mind.

From tomorrow onwards, she only has to go to fulfill the agreement, get back the remaining half of the silver needle, and then never interact with Mo Yanhuang again.

Mountaintop.

On the main seat, Mo Yanhuang was in a daze.

He didn't deal with the injury in his lower back, and the blood kept flowing and ignored it, although his face was pale, it still didn't affect his handsomeness.

Until the black wind can't see it.

"Master, your wounds need to be treated."

Mo Yanhuang nodded, letting Black Wind bandage his wounds.

After a while, he asked in a low voice, "Black Wind, after the deity left, did the little thing drink at the night banquet?" ”

Black Wind shook his head: "Not a drop of wine." ”

He was a little unhappy with Feng Zitong, no one dared to hurt the master, only Feng Zitong.

The master is so good to her, what right does she have to do things that hurt the master.

Mo Yanhuang nodded, if so, then everything would make sense.

"You go and find out, what does the Thousand-Faced Spirit Master have to do with the Silent Cloud Annihilation, or if there was any festival before, the deity will know the answer tomorrow morning."

Although the time is tight, it is enough for the black wind: "Yes, master." ”