Side Pavilion.

A red figure hurried by.

Got into the pavilion.

Mu Zhiwan lowered his head and shook the water on his body, and exhaled lightly.

Originally, I saw that the rain was about to stop, and I didn't take an umbrella when I came out, but I didn't know that it was only halfway through, and the rain began to pour again.

He could only run in the rain to see if he could find a place to take shelter from the rain.

"It's really a narrow road."

Suddenly, there was a cold voice of yin and yang.

Mu Zhi looked up violently, he hadn't noticed anyone in the pavilion just now.

I saw Mu Zitong leaning against the pavilion pillar and glaring at herself.

"Miss Zitong," he said softly.

"Miss Ben's name is worthy of you too?" Mu Zitong said coldly, his expression full of disgust.

Looking at his timber eyes, it was like looking at something dirty and unsightly, and he didn't hide it at all.

"I don't know why the girl can't get along so late? If it was because of the previous misunderstanding, Zhiwan would definitely apologize, and I hope the girl will forgive. ”

Although Mu Zhiwan's status is low, he does not think that he is lowly, and he is neither humble nor arrogant.

"Misunderstanding? Ha! What a joke! It's your fault in the first place! ”

Mu Zitong had already hated him before this, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, but this time he let him fall directly into his hands.

Anyway, there was no one around the left and right at this time.

In a flash, Mu Zitong came to Mu Zhiwan.

Although Mu Zhiwan's figure looks petite, compared to the height of a girl, it is relatively taller, but Mu Zitong, who flashed in front of him, startled him.

The soles of his feet slipped, and he fell on the seat next to the pavilion.

At this angle, Mu Zitong effortlessly reached out and pinched his neck, leaning down slightly.

The other hand took a hairpin from his head, and the cold hairpin was attached to Mu Zhiwan's cheek, making Mu Zhiwan tremble a little.

Mu Zitong looked at this delicate and charming face with disgust.

"If it weren't for you, what would the young master Wu say? It's also because of you that Brother Ziyou has a grudge against me now. The gloom in Mu Zitong's eyes expanded, his words were as sharp as a blade, and the hand holding Mu Zhiwan's neck was even tighter.

"What's even more odious is that it's obviously a lowly thing that can't be more lowly, and you can actually let a dignified young master be on an equal footing with you?! What qualifications do you have to stand shoulder to shoulder with us? ”

With that, she increased the force in her hand.

Mu Zhiwan instinctively grabbed her hand, wanting to break the iron hoop that was about to suffocate him, but the lack of oxygen made his eyes covered with tears, and the tears gathered at the edge of his eye sockets, and they were about to burst out of the embankment in the next moment.

Mu Zitong is a cultivator, not to mention that her talent and strength are excellent, where can Mu Zhiwan resist her, no matter how she pats Mu Zitong's hand, she doesn't move at all.

Mu Zitong let go of his hand a little and sneered.

"Heh, you think I'm going to kill you so easily?"

Mu Zhiwan, who was able to breathe fresh air, said with difficulty: "You... Put... Let go... I! ”

There was a fear of death in his eyes.

Mu Zitong saw the fear in his eyes, and seemed to be very satisfied with his fear, and stuck the hairpin in his hand back on his head.

Then hooked the corners of his mouth, as if he suddenly became gentle, and helped Mu Zhiwan lift his collar.

"Let go of you? Don't worry, of course Miss Ben will put it! Open! You! ”

Mu Zitong bit the last few words heavily, and then let go of the hand that was pinching his neck.

Before Mu Zhiwan could recover from his suffocation, Mu Zitong grabbed his collar and effortlessly threw him out of the rain-pouring pavilion like a rag.

After landing on the ground, Mu Zhiwan had a feeling that his bones were about to crack.

He sat up half-seated.

Mu Zitong also ran out of the pavilion and ran towards him, but his face was no longer that disgust and murderous intent.

Rather, there was a bit of panic and guilt.