Chapter 180: Absolute Love

"Good, good." Mo Zhanpeng was dressed in black, like the most dangerous eagle, and his beautiful brown eyes flashed with fierce light.

Cher tightened her neckline and choked in a low voice. In such a situation, see Mo Zhanpeng again. It wasn't what she wanted, even if she hardened her heart and gave up this once deep love.

is also willing to try to ruthlessly regain the relationship with 'flower', which can be regarded as a reward for his life and life.

But not now.

When she saw Mo Zhanpeng reappearing, she subconsciously still didn't want him to see the traces on her body that belonged to another person.

She was so frightened that she was almost incoherent, as if she had gone back to the time when she had panicked when she first met this man, for fear of being abandoned.

She still had him in her heart, even in the past six months, how she had persuaded herself to forget about the man who pushed her out with her own hands.

However, she can't forget it, and she can't forget the Kong Ming lantern that was lit for him.

I can't forget his unobtrusive care for her.

Can't forget, his trust. I can't forget that when he was in the Heavenly Palace, he guarded it in silence.

He said that only a sword in his hand can protect the person he wants to protect, and even if he cannot hold that person in his arms, he has no regrets.

She looked at him incoherently, tearfully and softly called, "Great Devil." ”

Mo Zhanpeng's shoulders trembled slightly, and his cold eyes were a little more trance-like, but when his gaze fell on the bruise on Xue'er's body.

The lower abdomen erupts like a volcano, and the fever is unbearable.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.

"Tell me, it's not what you want, tell me, it's his 'force', tell me, tell me......"

Mo Zhanpeng is like an angry mad lion, and all reason does not exist.

If it is said, he can still maintain the most basic calmness in the face of the ruthlessness of 'flowers'. Then, in front of Xue'er, he couldn't control himself at all, and he didn't want to control himself.

At this time, he was not the lore pavilion master.

He is not the only orthodox bloodline of the Luoyun Imperial Family.

Now, he is just a man who is hurt by love and wants to find the love of his heart.

Xue'er was stunned, forgetting her struggle, and her heart was like a hemp rope entwined, and she couldn't untie it again.

Her waist was tightly wrapped, and her fiery chest was pressed tightly against her body like boiling water.

She pushed away uncomfortably, but was hugged tighter.

"Tell me......" The warm breath in his mouth sprayed on his neck, and between his brown eyes, there was a trance.

The hardness of her lower abdomen pressed against her fiercely.

Cher lowered her head, unwilling to look at his eyes, and the more she looked, the more sad she became.

He grabbed her chin hard and forced her to look at him.

What kind of eyes were they, like a fine net, entangled her to death. She couldn't escape a point, but she ...... But she ......

Tears are like beads with broken threads, and they keep falling.

A soft, warm feeling, little by little 'kiss' away the tears on her face. The feeling of electric shock made Xue'er tremble all over.

She couldn't help but think of last night, of those gentle and watery eyes, of her decision to give up this relationship, no, she couldn't do this......

Don't look at it strongly: "It's all what I want, you go." ”

"Really?" Mo Zhanpeng's voice suddenly turned cold, and the strength in his hand was even greater. Xue'er only felt that her jaw was almost crushed, and the unexpected pain made her sober up.

The man in front of him is that he has failed himself first, and he already has his fiancée by his side, what is he?

He found a good marriage, even if he was sorry for him a little, but what qualifications did he have to be angry, and what qualifications did he have to be angry like this.

She bit her lip and glared back at him: "You have done a lot of things with the Shangguan family, but now you have the face to discipline me?" ”

"You ......" Mo Zhanpeng's eyes breathed fire.

Cher felt like she was being pinched in her jaw like a pincer, and she couldn't help but moan. But the force grew heavier and heavier.

Seeing her in such pain, he actually hit harder. Xue'er hatefully wanted to bite the person in front of her a few times, hating her for the moment of distraction just now, hating herself for still hesitating.

Thinking of his desperation when he abandoned himself, Xue'er couldn't help but sneer: "What? Did I say yes? ”

She held back her tears and didn't let it drop a single point.

"Good, good."

Mo Zhanpeng's voice was like snow flying in October, and the whole person exuded a looming murderous aura.

In the place where the two of them couldn't see, the crimson 'colored' magic grass vine wrapped around Mo Zhanpeng's ankle, as thin as a hair, if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see it at all.

This phantom grass was red with a wisp of black gas, and at the moment when Demon Zhanpeng was furious, it turned into a wisp of air, burrowed into his body, and disappeared.

After a while, Mo Zhanpeng's whole body seemed to be shrouded in a murderous aura of Sen Han, and his whole body seemed to be frozen in ice.

There was a constant voice hovering in his ear: "She's his, she's his, as long as she gets her body, she can't run anymore......"

The evil voice carried a hundred thousand points of Gu 'bewilderment' taste, like a feather 'feather' teasing his heart that was tormented by boiling oil.

There was another voice in his heart, constantly dissuading him.

For the first time, Mo Zhanpeng was so contradictory, his hand grabbed her neckline, retracted again, grabbed it, and retracted it again.

He couldn't face her resentful eyes.

Can...... He couldn't lose her, and he didn't want to lose her. A ray of crimson 'color' light with black gas rushed into his sea of consciousness.

Negative emotions rushed towards him like a 'tidal' wave.

He grabbed her neckline and lifted it fiercely, and the snow-like skin was instantly 'exposed' in the air, the 'naked' and 'exposed' right shoulder, and the towering ** under the looming red 'color' belly pocket.

She is the best son of the Creator, and under her graceful posture, her skin is as smooth as tofu.

All the beauty was destroyed by a bruise.

The endless traces of purple 'color' were like blooming hell demon lotuses blooming on her body, and every penny was done by that man.

"Boom"

Mo Zhanpeng's head went blank for a while, and he pushed Xue'er hard.

Cher couldn't break free, and the person was crushed under him.

Shame, anger, resentment...... Converged into a sentence: "Magic, Zhan, Peng." Her tone was like a storm in the center, and she hated, longing to poke a hole in him with her sword.

He humiliated her like this, but he had half a pity. Everything in the past reincarnation drowned her like a 'tide', it was he who was always the first to make the move, cutting off the feelings between them, and he was always facing each other with swords, doing things that were painful for the enemies.

It's him, it's all him......

Xue'er took advantage of Mo Zhanpeng's inattention and bit Mo Zhanpeng's shoulder. Mo Zhanpeng was bitten squarely, and the pain of his teeth piercing his skin made him lose a few points of consciousness.

"Cher......" he suppressed the pain in his heart and shouted sullenly.

Cher 'pumped' her hand, and a "snap" hit the face that had haunted her for many years.

"Shameless." She pushed him away and headed back for the cliff.

'Flower' was ruthlessly there, and seeing Xue'er's tear-stained little face, she was instantly shocked. When I saw her ripped neckline, I already understood what had just happened.

"Cher." His gentle call was heartbroken. Regardless of the injury, like a bow and arrow off the string, it suddenly flew up softly and pounced.

If he had known this, he would never have agreed to Xue'er to meet Mo Zhanpeng, never.

At the moment when he hugged Xue'er, his arm hurt, and the whole person had already flown out, "Pedal, pedal, pedal." ”

It took him three steps backwards to gain his footing.

The scene in front of him suddenly made his eyes crack. Is that man really his brother 'Jade' Qingjun?

Shameless, shameless.

Xue'er was stiffly pulled in Mo Zhanpeng's arms, I don't know what he did, Xue'er lay motionless on his body, and seemed to faint.

"Get out." He shouted angrily, his arms outstretched, his hands clawed, and pounced. I can't take care of the pain in my arm or the serious internal injuries.

He is like a butterfly with wings spread, handsome and extraordinary.

The blood spilling from the corners of his mouth fell on his collar dots, like a 'kiss' mark on Xue'er's body.

He pounced and held out his hands.

"Bang."

There was a loud bang, followed by the sound of bones shattering.

"Click, click"

'Flower' ruthlessly collapsed his entire right shoulder, and his handsome face instantly turned even paler.

In an instant, he 'fought' for several rounds, leaving two men who were 'upright' in the field.

Mo Zhanpeng was like an unsheathed sword, glancing coldly at the 'flower' ruthlessly. His fingertips slid over the blood stains on the tip of the sword, and said defiantly, "I said, you are not suitable to do it now. ”

"Really?" 'Flower' ruthlessly raised his eyebrows, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, he smiled gently, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes, a red dot in the center of his eyebrows loomed, lining his smiling face, indescribably weird.

"Isn't it, you know if you try." Mo Zhanpeng pulled the unconscious Xue'er into his arms, lowered his head and 'kissed' it.

Teeth grinded against her lips and bit down hard.

Cher was in pain and woke up at once.

"'Bastard' account." The two of them exited at the same time, and Cher struggled to get out of the hand that controlled her.

Over there, the 'flower' ruthlessly has kicked its feet and flew up again, directly attacking Demon Zhanpeng.

I don't know when a crimson 'colored' vine has quietly climbed up his back.

"Huh." Mo Zhanpeng sneered, a strange red light flashing under his skin. He shoved Cher to the ground so that she wouldn't get in the way of her punching and kicking him.

There was a voice in his ears that kept saying: "Kill him, Xue'er is his, and no one will rob Xue'er from him." ”

"Kill him, kill him......"

Mo Zhanpeng's whole person rose in the air, and the sword was placed in front of the 'chest', and the 'flower' was ruthless.

"Bang, bang, bang"

After several rounds, Mo Zhanpeng completely had the upper hand.

Finding a gap, he stabbed his sword at the empty 'flower' of the 'door' mercilessly.

'Flower' was ruthless and unavoidable, and excessive blood loss made his head like it was filled with lead, and it was too heavy to deal with.

"Don't." Xue'er shouted sadly, tears fell down her eyes, but her body was pointed at the 'acupoint' and she couldn't move.

"Snort."

The tip of the sword pierced into Hana's merciless body, bursting with bright red blood.

The pain was so severe that it almost made 'Flower' faint mercilessly. He was already seriously injured, and this sword almost killed him, but, for some reason, the sword that should have hit the nail on the head was a few inches off.

"Don't, don't, don't ......" Cher shouted, she said pleadingly: "Big devil, I beg you, please let him go, he is our relative, big devil ......"

Xue'er, who has always been stubborn and doesn't bow her head to anyone, actually begged him for this man? Good, good

The teeth were gritted to death, the sword was drawn with a "poof", the foot was kicked, and with a "bang", the "flower" ruthlessly thought that it was a kite with a broken string, and fell to the bottom of the cliff in the air.

"Don't, don't ......" A huge panic spread in Xue'er's heart, and her whole figure was struck by lightning, and she stared blankly in the direction of the ruthless disappearance of the 'flower'

Empty, nothing. The man who had been guarding him, who had never spoken out loud to her, who had never borne her half a point, was gone.

He's gone. There is no longer such a pair of gentle and clear eyes looking at her, and there is no more a pair of gentle hands to comb the messy green silk for her.

It's gone. Last night's tie is still in front of me, and today, it has been separated by 'yin' and yang. She clutched the corners of her clothes and bit her lip, unwilling to believe that it was all true.

"What? Sad? A spell-like voice hovered overhead.

It used to be her favorite voice, but now it's ...... The restraints on the body disappear. Xue'er raised her head and glared fiercely at Mo Zhanpeng,

It's like an eagle looking at a goshawk. Their eyes 'met' in the air.

"Good, good, you're good." Xue'er staggered to her feet, her face white, like an epiphany swaying in the storm, beautiful and enchanting.

It seemed to blow lightly, and then he bent over and scattered.

She patted the dirt off her body and walked gently towards the place where the 'flower' had ruthlessly disappeared.

Mo Zhanpeng secretly felt bad, and he was about to take a step to stop him, but his body was suddenly uncontrollable, and he wanted to make a sound, but he couldn't even make a sound.

He didn't really want to...... Why, then, did they become like this......

The cold wind passed through his hair, and he watched as her back gradually disappeared into the mist.