Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Target

Li Youge only felt that there was a strong wind around him, and the wicker kept whipping towards him, but the face of the initiator was still thin and cold, and he even said: "Lord Wang, you blocked me from practicing." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Li Youge laughed angrily, reached out and tore off a piece of wicker while dodging sideways, and the next moment he was entangled with Mo Fuluo's wicker.

These two people, one with a cool face and a fierce move, and the other with a breathtaking smile, seem to have been dodging but not falling behind at all. was so frightened that Yucui hid far away, and he didn't dare to step forward to stop him. A pair of eyes followed Mo Fuluo's cyan long skirt closely, for fear that he would be broken by the wicker that Li Youge pulled over.

"Don't be afraid, the master won't be as knowledgeable as a woman." Yi Ze walked to Yu Cui's side, ostensibly to comfort Yu Cui, but the words he said were really not very popular, Yu Cui was displeased for a while, turned his face to look at Yi Ze, and saw that his eyes were very bright, and the corners of his mouth were unconsciously pulled, clearly a posture of watching a good show!

No, it's a posture of thinking that his master can teach Mo Fuluo a lesson, and his excitement is uncontrollable!

Yucui pouted, very displeased, snorted coldly in her heart and turned her head to stop looking at Yi Ze.

Yi Ze was unaware that Yucui had already been angry with herself, and only pounced on the two people who were entangled in the yard, thinking that her Mo Fuluo's martial arts were higher than herself, and she had unknowingly lost six hundred taels of silver in the competition, which was called a pain in the flesh! At this moment, I only hope that my master can teach this woman a good lesson, and she always looks like no one cares about her.

Mo Fuluo originally only planned to use this wicker to scare Li Youge a few times, so that he could leave his yard, but he didn't expect that this person would also pull a wicker and fight with her regardless of his identity.

In this case, it is useless to have a live target. The more Mo Fulu thought about it, a thick sneer clearly flashed in his eyes, and the movements in his hands sped up.

Li Youge only used less than three points of strength on his side, seeing that Mo Fuluo was getting more and more addicted, he couldn't help but have the idea of wrestling with her, and his movements were much faster than before, and the wicker that he swung out with every move made a fierce collision sound.

Yi Ze's lively mood when he saw Mo Fuluo suddenly cooled by half, and he felt more and more that the two people in the courtyard seemed to treat each other as targets, practicing and playing, and the sound was getting louder and louder.

Yucui, who doesn't understand martial arts, also feels that the two are becoming more and more inseparable. She was so frightened that her face turned a little whiter, and she reached out and grabbed Yi Ze's arm, how could she still be unhappy just now, she just shouted eagerly: "Lord Yi, are the prince and Sister Ah Luo serious, I don't think the signs are right, you hurry up and separate them, don't get hurt again!" ā€

"This ......" Izawa also looked anxious, looking at the two who were fighting more and more fiercely, thinking about how to stop it.

"Shhh

At the next moment, the wicker that Mo Fuluo waved over rubbed against Li Youge's forearm, and then there was a sound of Li Youge gasping for air, his body took two steps back, and the wicker in his hand was thrown to the ground.

Mo Fuluo also suddenly stopped waving the wicker, but he didn't expect that Li Youge didn't dodge it just now, he looked at a blood stain on the wicker, and his mind shook.

At first, he just wanted to drive Li Youge out of Yunxiu Building, but he couldn't help but get entangled with the other party, and now he couldn't imagine that Li Youge was strong in martial arts but was injured by himself, he couldn't say whether he was happy or anything else, he just felt that he could obviously dodge, but ......

"Mo Fuluo, you dare to hurt the prince! Don't die! ā€

Yi Ze rushed to Li Youge's side with an arrow, busy helping him check his injuries, and when he saw the torn clothes and blood stains on his forearm, he panicked and said, "Master, does it matter, do you need to ask for an imperial doctor?" ā€

Li Youge covered the wound with one hand, his eyes passed through Yi Ze and looked at Mo Fuluo, his eyes trembled slightly, but he still smiled a little, and his voice was cold and a little more imposing: "Whoever is injured is responsible, Mo Fuluo, you still haven't come to hold this king?" ā€

Mo Fuluo frowned, his eyes glared fiercely, and he wanted to shoot a few more cuts from Li Youge's body, but he couldn't bear that he really hurt him, so he could only throw the wicker and walk over very reluctantly.

Li Youge glared at Yi Ze, who was still clubbed beside him, but the other party didn't have the consciousness to walk away at all when he pounced on his wound, and couldn't help coughing lightly.

Ize was still at a loss: "Master, what's wrong?" ā€

Li Youge was even more angry when he saw his face, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Stay away!" ā€

Yi Ze was still at ease with Li Youge, but he couldn't refuse his order, so he could only take two steps back uneasily, and the next moment he remembered something, and suddenly looked at Mo Fuluo who walked in front of Li Youge with a vigilant face.

Li Youge stretched his uninjured arm forward, took another step towards Mo Fuluo's side, and ordered, "Don't hold this king yet." ā€

Mo Fuluo stretched out his hand and grabbed Li Youge's arm, tried to suppress the anger in his heart, and dragged him to the outside of Yunxiu Tower: "Let's go, go back to Yanchun Pavilion." ā€

Li Youge's anger had already turned into a smile, and he involuntarily leaned half of his body against Mo Fuluo, and said, "Then don't you help this king go back." ā€

Yi Ze watched Mo Fuluo pull his master away with a resentful face, and wanted to come over several times to drive her away and hold her by himself, but before he got close, he was warned by Li Youge and glanced at him coldly, although he was not very smart, he could still understand what Li Youge meant, that was clearly saying: 'If you dare to come over and try, see if this king doesn't kill you!' ’

In this way, he could only follow not far away, and complained even more about Mo Fuluo in his heart.

This woman, how can she be so rude, she doesn't say anything about hurting her master, and she doesn't feel distressed at all! Fortunately, the master is generous and doesn't care about her, otherwise she Mo Fuluo wouldn't have enough to cut off ten heads!

"Let's stop the bleeding first."

Mo Fuluo watched the blood constantly coming out of the wound on Li Youge's forearm, although his face was cold, he was still a little unbearable after all. He stopped, took a handkerchief from his bosom and wrapped it around the injured place.

Li Youge also stopped, quietly looking at Mo Fuluo who was helping him tie his wounds, his eyelashes trembled, and his face was so charming that he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

No one knew that although his wounded place was bleeding, he didn't feel the pain for a long time, but when he was bandaged by Mo Fuluo's hand, he felt a little burning.

"I'll help this king with medicine for a while, and you have to be responsible before he recovers." Li Youge looked at Mo Fuluo who continued to walk with a smile the next moment.

Mo Fuluo turned his head and looked at Li Youge, and said coldly: "Of course I have to be responsible, I just have an ointment to remove scars, and I can also help the prince to remove scars." ā€

"It's still thoughtful." Li Youge leaned over half of his body as he spoke.