Chapter Twenty-Eight: Mr. Mo, I'll Save You

This kind of thing, it is not the first time that she and Mo Chuhan have done this, and Yang Ling still regrets it in her heart.

However, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, when he saw a blue flame coming out of Mo Chuhan's palm.

She still decided to believe in the man first, and she couldn't watch Mo Chuhan vomit blood and die.

"Wait a minute, can you let me be mentally prepared, I'll ......" Yang Ling pushed him away, the two of them were too ambiguous now, although she said that she had special abilities and could blend with men, but for a while, she was still unacceptable.

"Okay." Men don't use strong means, but they all understand what will happen without a child.

However, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and this sentence always comes to her mind, saving him is saving herself.

Her life is too tragic, why did she have to arrange such a play after being hit by a big truck, close your eyes, and don't know what to do.

However, Mo Chuhan's arms were really warm, which made people feel safe, and his light breath spilled into his ears.

The man lowered his head and naturally leaned up, as if all the scenes were out of the picture, and the moment of froze the world, the world was displaced, and Yang Ling dared to open his eyes.

Is she moved by Mo Chuhan, too, too terrible.

Fascinated by him, he has a handsome face, even the small movements are so gentle, the obsidian eyes make people can't help but sink, Yang Ling is like a drowning person drowning in the deep sea, how can he not swim to the end.

If there was no Genshengzi, he would not choose his own, and would definitely choose a beautiful woman with long legs as a target.

Oops, it hurts a little, Yang Ling's thoughts were pulled back all of a sudden, and the man stared at her, his lips and teeth stained with a faint smell of blood, and finally let go, and his magnetic voice was full.

"If you're not serious, what are you thinking?"

"Mr. Mo, I ......" She wanted to hide, but when she thought of Yuanshengzi and Nirvana, the responsibility she carried on her body was quite heavy, plus the man in front of her, if she didn't save herself, he would die, not only when he died, but also because he didn't live long.

The world must be crazy, crazy!

Rather than being patientized by Mo Chuhan like this, it is better to be more simply.

She just can't learn to take the initiative, what to do, she is still a novice herself.

As long as the source son is born, Mo Chuhan will have a way.

Yang Ling is also touching a man's face for the first time, and she thinks that she has never been able to do this kind of ambiguous thing.

She grabbed the shirt on the man's chest and covered her hands, her palms emitted a blue star-shattering light, which seemed to be spreading in a blur, Mo Chuhan's brows furrowed slightly, her eyes closed, and the breath she breathed was like a breeze blowing through her pretty face, intentionally or unintentionally.

Yang Ling didn't remember what happened to her later, she only felt a subtle feeling, as if falling on a cloud, and as if falling into hell in a second, the more she fell, the more sober she became, and the more sober she became, the more she couldn't distinguish reality.

After the fact, she still grabbed the slightly damp clothes, and when she opened her eyes, she heard the sound of the man breathing deeply, his hair was all wet, as if he had fallen into the clear lake, and his handsome and handsome face was just like the first time I saw it, but it was a little more tired.

"I suddenly thought you were pretty good-looking." Yang Ling smiled drunk, she seemed to be drunk, drunk and fell into the arms of a man, tasting the taste of drunken life and death.

"I didn't look good that day?" Mo Chuhan didn't understand why he had learned to be gentle, he didn't understand it, it seemed that because of the appearance of the girl, he didn't know how, so he learned it.

"You used to be fierce, okay?"

"Fierce, fierce and terrible." Yang Ling is not afraid of any emotions he has, please, it's not to save him, he still owes himself a favor for ten lives.