He kissed her eagerly and irritably, tossing and turning her pink lips heavily.

There was a strong fear between his lips, and his other hand on her back was ambiguousRubbing warmly.

A cluster of scorching flames slowly accumulated.

He suddenly let go of the wind chimes, and his injured hand brushed her white clothes and rested on top of her hips, making her whole body fit hard against his.

She looked at Mo Junxie with wide eyes, and she was a little caught off guard by such a sudden change, what was wrong with him.

How did it suddenly become so elusive.

The sound of wind chimes was particularly loud.

Probably so, it made Mo Junxie more and more irritable.

The gentle movements suddenly exploded, biting her lip flap out of blood.

She thumped his chest hard and began to resist the struggle......

But he hugged her too hard, making her powerless to resist.

In desperation, she took out a silver needle from her waist bag and stabbed him in the back.

A burst of pain came from behind, causing Mo Junxie's body to tremble suddenly, and his movements stopped, but his lips were still close to her lips.

There was hesitation and uneasiness in his eyes.

She glared at him, her hands on his chest, and she pushed him away as he slowly let go of her.

He took three steps back, but he was already a meter away from her.

The wind chimes suddenly flew up from the ground and slammed into Ye Zhifang's chest.

"Smack-" Ye Zhi's crazy eyes were quick, and he drew his sword and slashed at the flying wind chimes.

made the wind chimes bounce to Mo Junxie's side.

Mo Junxie reached out and held the wind chime in his palm again, and the blood flowed again.

Ye Zhimad can be regarded as understanding the true purpose of the old lady sending her wind chimes.

"Huh!" She sneered, and the sword slammed into the ground: "I've long seen that she's not a good thing." ”

"You're not a good thing either." His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Mo Junxie coldly.

The blood that spilled from between her lips stained her lips red, looking embarrassed but poignant.

He gnawed at her like crazy, biting her......

Play with her as a deflating bucket.

Mo Junye gritted his teeth, looked at the woman opposite and said, "Don't be angry, I just want you to remember me." ”

"What, are you going to get out?" She knew that this was angry talk, but she still blurted it out.

She knew that he would one day go back to where he belonged.

Mo Junye looked at the wind chimes, and then picked them up: "You stupid, who said I want to go." ”

He used his strength to smash the wind chime with his bare hands, turning it into a pile of powder, and his big palm had already been cut out of a deep, long, and wide black scar because of the wind chime's anger.

"You don't blame me." Ye Zhifang looked at his hand hanging in the air, he was injured because she brought the wind chimes back.

"I blame you for something, that old woman is determined to cure you."

"What?" Ye Zhifang asked in surprise.

"Leave the Murong family tomorrow, Old Lady Murong is already suspicious of you." Mo Junxie had already come to her, carrying his injured hand behind him, and holding her palm with the other hand: "Also, I will not leave you even if I die." ”

She lowered her head and pondered, not understanding what Mo Jun said heresy, not understanding what Old Taijun Murong wanted to treat her, and not understanding what Old Taijun Murong suspected of her.

She raised her head and asked, "Could it be that I killed someone from Old Lady Murong?" ”

"It's you who have a grudge against her, and it's she who should pay you back."

"Do you know what you say, Mo Junxie." Ye Zhimad grabbed him with his backhand.