The next moment, there was a delicate touch of skin from Mo Jiu's palm, as if his hand was placed on a smooth skin.

Mo Jiu's fingers paused, but her hand was grasped by Wuchen, and she could only feel the touch with the movement of his hand.

The fingertips feel delicate to the touch, as if they are gliding over the skin.

Logically, the hand should have been placed on the wound, but what was he doing now? Is it too long to keep your hands somewhere else?

Mo Jiu jerked out his hand, and there was an extra short sword in his hand. The short sword rested impartially against Dustless's chest. With her other hand, she removed the strip of cloth from her eyes, and her eyes were cold.

"Mojiu, what are you doing here?"

Dustless's voice was full of disbelief.

Mo Jiu sneered and said, "Although I don't know where you are, if you still want to live, it's best to disappear from the master's eyes immediately." Otherwise, don't blame the master for being unkind. ”

Wuchen cried a little and said, "Mo Jiu, I'm Wuchen." What are you talking about? I was just kidding you. Can you get rid of the weapon first? ”

Mo Jiu's eyes were cold.

"Are you kidding? See your wound doesn't hurt either, does it? There's still time for such a joke. ”

Wuchen said unrelentingly: "Don't you like it?" ”

Mo Jiu's brows furrowed, and his face sank. What does it mean she doesn't like? She looks like a disciple who likes to rub oil?

Seeing Mo Jiu frowning, a different color flashed in Wuchen's eyes. Immediately, the discoloration suddenly turned into ruthlessness.

Wuchen's arm suddenly wrapped around Mo Jiu's neck, tightening it tighter and tighter.

Yes, it is entangled, wrapped like a snake, as if the bones on the arm do not exist, and has completely deviated from the biological definition of an arm.

Mo Jiu had been watching Wuchen's every move, and she was on guard in her heart, but she was really waiting for him to make a move, but she was stunned for a moment.

No matter how guarded she was, she couldn't have guessed that Dustless's arm would wrap around her neck.

The arm tightened tighter and tighter, and the short sword in Mojiu's hand stabbed fiercely at the arm that was wrapped around him.

The uncomfortable entanglement in his neck disappeared, and he lowered his eyes to see the short sword stuck in one of his arms.

The arm stood motionless between Mo Jiu's neck, and blood came out of the place where the short sword had stabbed it, and it fell to the ground in a tick, staining the snow-white robe and the ground under his feet.

White? Remember that the dustless robe was purple, when was it changed to white?

As soon as Mo Jiu raised his eyes, he looked into a pair of deep dark eyes.

"Master?"

There was a hint of uncertainty in Mojiu's voice. The emperor is here? Impossible, right? It won't be ......

"Well, it's me."

The cold voice is still the same, and the temperament on the body is also extremely cold. It's just that the blood on his arm is still flowing, which shows that the injury is not light.

Thinking about it according to common sense, isn't it normal for an injured person to react so lightly?

Mo Jiu lowered his heart and pulled out the short sword that had been pierced into his arm and pressed it against Emperor Zun's neck.

Because of the mask on his face, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but the emperor's eyes seemed to be deeper.

"Mojiu?"

There was finally a hint of emotion in his voice, as if he was surprised.

"Tell me, who are you? What is the figure? ”

A flash of interest flashed in Emperor Zun's eyes, and he took Mo Jiu's words and asked rhetorically, "Why do you think I'm a demon?" ”

Mo Jiu hooked the corners of his lips and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be the fierce beast whose tentacles were cut off by me, right?" I don't know how you became the person I knew, but the person you conjured up looked like, but it was full of loopholes. ”