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Before, Yunguang had not been driven out of the blood clan and exiled to the world.

One of Yunguang's favorite things to do is to find other Bloodlines to fight with.

Every day, it is difficult for her to settle down without dozens of fights.

Yunguang often goes out happily.

As a result, he came back covered in blood, with a blue nose and swollen face.

Sometimes, it's she who beats someone else.

Sometimes, it's someone else who beats her.

In short, there is not a day when Yunguang does not fight.

Other ancient gods of war, such as Qingyi and Suyi, will always make fun of Yunguang.

They said that Yunguang, the name of the ancient god of war, is definitely a real fist and a real foot, and he fought it in a down-to-earth manner.

So, in a way.

The recalcitrant was not wrong.

Yunguang's personality is indeed not suitable for the gender of 'woman'.

Yunguang smacked his lips and stopped talking.

She yawned, feeling sleepy, and said in a daze, "Twilight, why do I seem to be sleepy? ”

Twilight explained, "It's the effect of anesthetics. When you wake up, the surgery is over. ”

The sleepiness of Yunguang is getting stronger and stronger.

But she didn't want to sleep.

In her mind, there was one more thing that she hadn't thought through.

She suddenly asked, "Twilight, what do you think of Li Mubai, a man?" ”

Twilight was slightly stunned, and the scalpel suddenly stopped.

She paused for a few seconds, continued the movement of her hand, and spat out two thin words in her thin lips: "It's okay." ”

Yes.

The man named Li Mubai, for the time being, is okay......

Yunguang didn't understand what Twilight meant.

She asked, "If he died, would you be happy or sad?" ”

"What do you say?" Twilight held the scalpel in her hand, gently slicing at the carrion.

She didn't answer Yunguang's question head-on.

She remembered that she had told Yunguang before.

Li Mubai, this man, is hers.

Whether in the name of the prey or in the capacity of a personal item.

Once lost, there is always sadness.

However, the difference is.

The time she was unhappy was longer or shorter.

The effect of the anesthetic is obvious.

Yunguang's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

She could hear a hint of displeasure hidden in Twilight's words.

She wanted to tell Twilight before she fell asleep.

Actually, Li Mubai went to the foot of Liubao Mountain just now.

Now, it's possible that it's hung up.

However, Yunguang's words were only half spoken, and she fell asleep groggily: "Twilight, Li Mubai is him, he is ......"

Twilight was intent, cleaning Yunguang's wounds.

She didn't take Yunguang's words to heart.

She always knew that Yunguang didn't like Li Mubai.

The reason may be that Li Mubai's man has a cold temperament and is too conceited.

Moreover, Li Mubai's body will always be filled with a strong aura of death.

Just as that day, they saw each other for the first time.

The one who comes, not good......

…………

Midnight, twelve o'clock.

The wall clock in the living room rang slowly.

Whoa, whoa......

Twilight sat down on the couch and put down the scalpel.

She gently rubbed her shoulders and stretched her waist.

After nearly two hours, she finally cleaned up all the rotten flesh on Yunguang's back.

Next, it is only left to stay at home and recuperate.

Twilight reckoned.

The injury on Yunguang's back will take at least a full month to recover.

However, fortunately, she has found Chang Xi's traces.

You don't have to be like a headless fly, scurrying around and having no direction.

The effect of the anesthetic has obviously not subsided.

Yunguang lay on the sofa, deep sleep.

Twilight walked into the bedroom, took out a thin quilt, and covered Yunguang.

She put on her coat and walked to the entrance, ready to leave.

She hadn't contacted Li Mubai for a day.

I don't know if Li Mubai has a trace of concern for her in his heart.

Twilight frowned as she thought about it.

Why, she is looking forward to Li Mubai's concern?

After a thousand years, she should only have one idea about Li Mubai in modern society.

That is, conquest!!

Bell bell bell.

On the sofa, Yunguang's mobile phone suddenly rang.

Twilight turned and walked back to the living room.

A chuckle tugged at the corner of her lips.

She didn't know.

In the middle of the night, Yunguang's business was so busy.

Twilight picks up the phone and presses the answer button.

She didn't make any sound, waiting for the person on the other end of the phone to report to her home.

Whoa......

On the phone, the first thing that came was the sound of a sudden night rain.

Twilight lifted her eyes and looked out the window.

Sure enough, the rain at midnight was obscure and thick as thick ink.

Immediately afterward, there was a shallow gasp on the phone.

The other party seems to be deliberately holding back, some kind of emotion that is about to be uncontrollable.

Twilight raised her eyebrows slightly, and the corners of her lips curved slightly.

She found that it was a young man on the other end of the phone.

However, this voice is somewhat familiar.

On the phone, the man was silent for a long time.

After a while, he finally spoke.

His voice was cold and indifferent, staccato and staccato.

It sounded weak and extremely weak: "Twilight, I'll take you home......"

"Li Mubai, it's you ......"

Twilight held the phone, silent.

Under her silver-gray eyes, a deep wave of water suddenly stirred.

Two cool lips of crimson, as moist as water.

It's like, smeared with jasmine's lipstick gloss.

Enchanting and charming, the elegance is stunning.

Every moment, there is a shallow and shallow glazed luster.

This man actually came to pick her up on a rainy night?

…………

Five minutes later.

At the entrance of Linyang Community, downstairs of Yuhu Mansion.

Twilight walked out holding a black umbrella.

Outside the gate of the Linyang community, a silver-gray Lamborghini Bat supercar is parked.

In front of the sports car door, there was a figure of a man leaning on a drizzle.

Li Mubai clasped his hands on his chest and leaned against the car door, waiting for the arrival of twilight.

In the night rain, he was soaking wet, and his posture was elegant, indifferent and noble.

Chestnut-colored semi-short hair, no longer fluffy.

On the ends of each hair, there are wet droplets.

He wore a pair of silver-gray glasses on a beautiful and cold face.

On the lenses, thin wisps of rain slide down.

Refracted it, a stream of cold and cold water.

Holding an umbrella, Twilight Li walked towards Li Mubai.

She stopped in front of Li Mubai and covered the umbrella above Li Mubai's head.

Her thin lips were slightly cold, and there was a touch of deep ink in her eyes, and she said, "I'll stay outside for one night, and it's out of the way." ”

“……”

Li Mubai lowered his gaze and leaned against the car door.

It was as if he hadn't seen Twilight's figure, nor had he heard Twilight's words.

He's just, unwaveringly here.

Wait, Twilight leaves home.

Twilight couldn't help but wonder.

She stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Li Mubai's eyes.

She tried to call Li Mubai's name: "Li Mubai? ”

However, Li Mubai is as calm as water, as if he is a statue.

He was silent and silent.

His eyes were hidden deep in the silver-gray lenses.

No one could discover the thoughts he had deliberately hidden.