174, Mo Tong woke up

It's just that she didn't expect this marriage to be so fast, and it was already ironclad.

Her ninth brother has become someone else's man again!

And it wasn't her who married!

She was sad, she was jealous, and even went crazy. After confirming the authenticity of all this information, she entered the ink house for the first time. Fortunately, the people in the ink house are still naïve and polite, and when they hear that she is Feng Yiling's sister, they all treat each other politely.

Seeing Feng Yiling again, dozens of (day rì) nights of thoughts turned into knives, and the knives were sharp, all of which were pierced into her heart.

Tears flowed with the blood of my heart.

If time (允yǔn) is permitted, please freeze it forever in this moment!

Just let her hold him like this, feel his temperature, his breath, until she is old!

Feng Yiling didn't wait for an answer, and he was quite helpless, his guilt for Qu Jinmo made him unable to be strict, just as if she was still a child, Ren (sex xìng).

After a long time of this hug, Qu Jinmo gradually stopped crying. Then he fainted directly. Feng Yiling carried her to the door of the ink house, called a driver and sent her to the Feng family's residence.

Sending Qu Jinmo away, Feng Yiling returned to the ink house, looked at the Dongyuan Ink Pavilion standing on the right wing of the main building group in the distance, secretly expanded his divine sense, probed, then hid his breath and swept away quickly.

Since Mo Xinyu left, Lu Xiao sat in the room in a daze, which provided a great opportunity for Feng Yiling to infiltrate.

Mo Tong had woken up, leaning on the (bed chuáng), her eyes were empty, her face was full of wood, the whole person was lifeless, without any vitality, and she had lost a terrible weight recently, if it weren't for the occasional (chest xiōng) silhouette was still a little undulating, she was already no different from a dead person.

Heavy curtains block out most of the sunlight, but still illuminate the room.

Looking at the thin and almost human-like ink pupils, Feng Yiling felt sad in his heart, and couldn't help but call softly: "Xiaomo." ”

Hearing Feng Yiling's voice, Mo Tong seemed to be taken aback, but he only shook involuntarily. The face was still empty and indifferent, as if she was intoxicated with her own world, and the others were just passers-by, who had nothing to do with her, and would never be in her eyes.

"How are you?"

"Feeling better!"

Feng Yiling stood by the window, not approaching, just staring at Mo Tong, as if trying to find something on her face.

Mo Tong is still the same, neither sad nor angry, as if everyone is air.

Time fell silent.

The quieter it is, the more unsettling it is.

Feng Yiling's heart tightened, and he couldn't help blaming himself. If she hadn't been handed over to the Mo family in Sifang City, she would never be what she is now. She didn't speak like this, because she didn't want to deal with herself and was angry. After all, he still couldn't do what the master said, and hurt her!

The more Mo Tong didn't speak, the more Feng Yiling's heart tightened and hurt. Self-blame, anger, almost burned his sanity.

To hell with any family, any marriage!

Whoever the head of the Feng family wants to take it, why bother with each other and disregard the lives of others!

Is it really so important to have power and wealth in this world? Even the blood of relatives can be slaughtered! Even freedom

(Love ài) (情qíng) can be sacrificed!

But what do you get by sacrificing everything? Nothing! It's just a wedding dress for someone else! This is the sorrow of (身shēn) in the family!

Feng Yiling was sad in his heart, and suddenly stepped forward quickly, and directly grabbed Mo Tong's shoulder, "Why don't you speak?" Are you mad at me? ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"I'll get you out of here now!"

"Even if we fight a bloody way, we will leave here!"

"No matter what family those are, no matter what demon beads they are, if this world is to be destroyed, it will be destroyed, and if it is destroyed, it will be destroyed!"

"I just want you to live well, I just want to see you live well!"

"Free and uninhibited!"

Mo Tong didn't speak, Mu Ran turned her head to look at Feng Yiling, although she behaved normally and naturally, she didn't know that those star-like eyes had dimmed and become cloudy, like beaten eggs.

"What's wrong with your eyes?"

Feng Yiling stretched out his hand and directly covered the eyes of the ink pupil. Although she wanted to hide, she couldn't avoid it.

Sure enough, she was blind!

At that moment, Feng Yiling finally understood what it meant to be so heartbroken that it was hard to breathe. To hell with any sanity! To hell with any family missions! Circle the ink pupil into her arms, and I can't wait to rub her into my bones, at least in this way, those who covet her can't find her, maybe there will be less! At least then he could be by her side at all times, protecting her from touching!

At least, he wouldn't hurt her—

"Feng Yiling, you covered me to death!"

Mo Tong struggled but couldn't push it away, and finally had to speak, saving himself from being tortured to death by the Mo family, but embarrassing to be covered to death by him! Although her tone was pretending to be relaxed, it couldn't hide the hoarseness and harshness that was pulled like a broken bellows!

Last night there was a high fever that burned her throat and blinded her eyes.

It's good that Mo Tong didn't speak, but this made Feng Yiling go crazy, and her right hand hooked her face, and kissed it directly.

To hell with the world, any family, any ethics, and any oath!

Why did this world give her so much suffering?

His ink pupil has suffered too much, and he wants to take her away!

When Feng Yiling was greedy for the delicacy on the ink pupil's lips, Lu Xiao, who came up to check, was directly angry and exploded into the sky.

This little (贱jiàn)jiàn) person actually even seduced Mo Xinyu's new aunt to (bed chuáng), it was really shameless to the extreme!

"(贱 jiàn)jiàn) people!"

Lu Xiao was about to pounce on the forty-meter-long machete and slash the ink pupil to death, as soon as Feng Yiling turned around, his eyes glared at him fiercely, and Lu Xiao was frozen in place by the breath of frost and turned into an iceman.

Feng Yiling was reluctant to let go of his ink pupils, and the throbbing and softness made his eyebrows and eyes stained with a slight flush. Mo Tong was already weak, and he was taken away by Feng Yiling to breathe for a long time, leaving only gasping and pale. If she could see it, Feng Yiling's eyes were full of beauty at the moment, and her face was full of crimson, which was very good-looking.

A brief moment of comfort calmed the anger in my heart.

Feng Yiling will them, he, Feng Weiyang, and Qin Anmoxibustion

The plan told Mo Tong that after all, Mo Tong was taken away by the Mo family, and the three of them were directly responsible. If it weren't for the lack of strength at that time, where could the Mo family take her away so easily! It's just that they didn't expect that the Mo family would use the Scattered Soul Tarsal Bone Nail on the ink pupil, dissipating her spiritual power.

Now Motong's task is to recuperate.

After erasing Lu Xiao's memory, Feng Yiling left quickly.

Not long after, Mo Tianyu, who got the news of Mo Tong's awakening, took the initiative to invite Qin Anjiu to the Mo Pavilion. Along the way, Mo Khotan was thinking in pieces, and his words vaguely revealed that he (Yun yǔn) Xu Qin Anjiu married into the Mo family.

Entering the Ink Pavilion, he saw Mo Tong sitting on the sofa with an empty face, and Mo Tian's frowning brows stretched a little.

"Hitomi-chan, you've finally woken up, what's wrong with (body shēn)?"

Saying that, Mo Tian reached out and touched Mo Tong's forehead, and after feeling that his body temperature was no different from that of ordinary people, Mo Tian's hanging heart was half lowered, and his face showed a trace of joy in anxiety.

"Hitomi-chan, are you hungry, do you want to eat something?"

"Uncle ordered someone to bring it to you!"

Mo Tong shook his head, his face blank and his eyes empty.

Mo Tian patted Mo Tong's shoulder, and sighed for a moment, there was a sparkle in his eyes, "It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up!" ”

Hui (body shēn) saw Qin Anmoxibustion standing on one side, Mo Tian Ji was rarely happy, and simply thought that Qin Anmoxibustion and Mo Tong were young when they fell in love (love ài), and he was not good at interfering too much as an old man, after all, this Qin Anmoxibustion was more than a thousand times better than Feng Si, so he left with a smile in his eyes.

"Uncle go and see, if there is anything delicious, bring you some."

"You must be hungry!"

After Mo Tian left, although Mo Tong could sense that there was still a person in the room, he didn't know who was standing there all along. As the saying goes, her ears are deaf and her eyes are clear, but unfortunately she is blind now, her ears are not much deaf, and there is nothing particularly powerful about other sensory organs, plus the spiritual power recovery is less than one thousandth, and she has no way to use spiritual power to find out who this person is.

Maybe it's a bodyguard again!

In addition to the people of the Mo family, there are also people from the Mo family who can get here, except for Feng Yiling, of course.

Mo Pupil Qi (身shēn) wanted to pour water, but walked to the side of the coffee table and found that there was no kettle in the place where the kettle was placed. Although he did not show the obvious action of the blind man touching the elephant, he still directly touched the pile of glass ballasts scattered on the coffee table, and gloriously pierced his hand. When he was scratched at first, there was no pain in his hand, and the ink pupil still slid on the glass, and the pools of blood stained the white table with blood stains one after another.

Qin Anmoxibustion walked up to Mo Tong and raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, without causing the slightest reaction.

Seeing that her hand was scratched with several blood marks, Qin Anmoxibustion kicked the coffee table away, "Are you blind?" ”

Mo Pupil's hand froze in the air, blood pooling and dripping along the lines of the skin.

Qin Anmoxibustion twisted his eyebrows, grabbed Mo Tong's hand, condensed the spiritual power of his fingertips, and the treatment technique restored those wounds to their original state, and then pinched his wrist with his backhand and called the pulse.

Although the three scattered tarsal nails were removed, the spiritual power in the body of the ink pupil

It's still pitiful.

Mo Tong pulled back the hand that was pinched, and his harsh and hoarse voice couldn't distinguish between joy and sorrow, "It turned out to be you, why didn't you speak up earlier, did you come to see me laugh again?" ”

Qin Anmoxibustion poured a glass of water for Mo Tong, sat down on the sofa with Mo Tong, and then squeezed on the side of Mo Tong (body shēn), smiling faintly, more captivating than a woman.

"Do you think I'm that idle?"

"Or do you find you more attractive than me?"

"You're like a rag doll now, and I'm not interested in it at all!"

Qin Anmoxibustion changed to a comfortable position, resting his feet on the coffee table and leaning his head on the ink pupil (body shēn). Mo Tong pushed twice without pushing, with a wooden face, and said angrily: "Then what are you going to do?" ”

"Look at your jokes!"

"Get out!"

Qin Anmoxibustion hooked his lips and smiled, playing with the hair wrapped around his index finger with one hand, and wrapping the waist of Mo Tong with the other, "How can you get out so easily!" ”

"If I get out, can you handle this group of animals of the Mo family yourself!" Qin Anzhu rested his chin on Mo Tong's shoulder, blew lightly on her ear, and continued, "Your uncle has finally shown signs of relenting, you see, this is all for me to accompany you!" ”

"Maybe in the near future, I will promise you to marry me!"

"Although your spiritual power has been dispersed now, your eyes are blind, and your voice is hoarse, but when you dissect it, the value of your contribution to science should not change!"

"As for the value of (the bed chuáng)—"

"It certainly hasn't changed!"

(End of chapter)