Chapter Seventy-Seven: A Promise by Body

Seeing Murong Xue's speechless expression, Xiahou Mobing said with even more interest, "Look, if I hadn't jumped down and hugged you, you would have fallen into meat sauce a long time ago, I'm right, right?" ”

"Yes," Murong Xue nodded. There's nothing wrong with thinking about it, if she falls from that height, she is indeed immortal and crippled.

"And oh, you see Ben Shaome, in order to pick herbs to bandage your wounds, the original appearance of Yushu in the wind turned into this down-and-out appearance. Do you think I have wronged you? ”

"Nope." If it weren't for her, he really wouldn't have become like this.

"Well, and I didn't squint my eyes all night in order to take care of you who was seriously injured, you see my heavy dark circles."

"So, should you be responsible for me?"

"Yes." Hey, think about what's wrong.

When Murong Xue reacted, she saw Xiahou Mobing looking at her with a smile, "The words you said are like water spilled out, and it is difficult to collect the water, you shouldn't deny it, right?" ”

"......" Sure enough, she still couldn't fight against the bad water in her belly and the black and cunning Xiahou Mobing, and she was accidentally surrounded by him.

It seems that he had already dug the pit and waited for her to jump in.

She remembered that when she fell off the cliff, her mind suddenly flashed Xiahou Mobing's handsome and compelling smiling face in her mind.

At that time, she thought, Xiahou Mobing, if you appear in front of my eyes again, I will definitely tell you that in fact, my heart was very relaxed when I was with you, but I don't know if it is, I like it.

If I see you again, I will not be hypocritical if you confess, and I will gladly accept you.

Murong Xue is not hypocritical, since she has feelings for him, then follow her feelings, she believes that her intuition is always right. She also wanted to let herself be willful.

But what should be said is still to be said, in this rainy continent, three wives and four concubines are a normal thing, even ordinary people will have little wives. But for a woman of her new era, these are unacceptable to her.

In the face of feelings, she has a certain cleanliness fetish, what is hers is hers, she will not share it with others, and others cannot snatch it away from her. Of course, if she can snatch something, then she doesn't bother to ask for it.

After sorting out this relationship, Murong Xue felt that it was necessary for her to make it clear to Xiahou Mobing. If he can accept this, then it's best, if not, then I'm sorry, I can only say that the two of us don't have that fate!

Seeing that Murong Xue had been silent, Xiahou Mobing couldn't guess whether she had repented or not, and couldn't help but be anxious, "Xue'er, don't you want to regret it?" Xiahou Mobing carefully grabbed Murong Xue, for fear that she would say the word.

"No, it won't." Murong Xue's answer finally gave Xiahou Mobing a sigh of relief, God knows how nervous he was just now, for fear that she would regret it. In the face of thousands of troops, he did not change his face, but in front of her, he collapsed, and he was defeated, but he was also willing.

"Xiahou Mobing." This was the first time Murong Xue had called his name in such a heavy tone. In an instant, the feeling of tension and depression just now came back again.

Murong Xue glanced at Xiahou Mobing, who seemed to be waiting for the verdict and seemed to be waiting for the battle, and suddenly wanted to joke with him again, who told him to just dig her and wait for her! Hum.

Thinking of this, Murong Xue suddenly stopped again, and just kept looking at Xiahou Mobing steadily, until she saw that his scalp was numb, cold sweat broke out, and his palms were full of sweat.