"How can you make such a mess of yourself." The lord of the city sat on a chair beside him, and someone made two cups of tea and came in and put them down.

Mo Yue touched the blackened and rancid wound on her shoulder, and laughed to herself: "As a slave, you can't compare to the city lord. ”

"Why bother to be self-conscious, how can you say that she is also the eldest daughter of Gusu Mansion, her blood is pure, and she is also noble." The city lord took a sip of tea, his red lips were stained with tea juice, and he was even more delicate, his throat moved, and the tea was swallowed, everything was so elegant.

"You're a lot like a person." Mo Yue simply sat aside, picked up another cup of tea and drank it, not so elegant, but too thirsty to drink it all, she didn't have too many worries about being told her identity, she could create such a city in the barren desert, she didn't doubt the ability of this city lord.

Tea slices through the throat, bringing out a touch of fragrance.

It's Genting Snow Cui!

There was a trace of doubt in Mo Yue's eyes, is there this tea in this remote desert?

When did the rare Genting Snow Green become so popular?

"Is the tea good?" The city lord didn't answer Mo Yue's words, but asked.

"It's barely enough." Mo Yue put down the teacup and continued to ask, "You are very much like a person." ”

"Oh, Yue'er thinks, who is like the master? In this world, is there anyone who can match the master? The city lord's words were narcissistic and arrogant.

"A dead man." Mo Yue smiled, she wanted to say that she was a friend, seeing the city lord like this, she wanted to be angry with him, but when she said these words, she felt a little sad in her heart for no reason, and felt a little pity.

Moyang!

The person who called himself Xiao Yue'er, if he was still alive、、、、、

This thought was immediately expelled from Mo Yue's mind.

No, Mo Yang's death was the fall of the genius of the Firmament Continent, so she felt a pity, and it had nothing to do with anything else.

When the city lord heard Mo Yue's words, he was really a little annoyed, but he didn't show displeasure, but gently propped his chin and winked at Mo Yue: "Let's just say it, there can't be anyone like me in this world, and even if there is, it's dead." ”

"You're confident." Mo Yue was amused by the sudden playful appearance of the city lord who was originally serious, and the haze in her heart was swept away, she was not sad and sad, she only felt that she was reincarnated twice, but she was contaminated with some human joys and sorrows, and after being teased by the city lord at this time, she didn't think about it anymore.

"Xiao Yue'er, you go to Lingquan to freshen up first, and I will send someone to send you clean clothes, and when you finish freshening, I will take you to a big meal." The words of the city lord are intimate, but there is always a meaning of waiting for you to freshen up and wipe you clean.

Mo Yue is not afraid, the wolf poison is in her body, even if it is not good, she is not afraid of the close of the young people, unless the light person himself wants to be poisoned.

"There are no daggers?" Mo Yue's eyes glanced at the wound on her shoulder, if the rotten flesh is not removed, I am afraid that this wound will not heal for a while.

The city lord didn't seem to understand what Mo Yue meant, but said: "Wash first, then eat, and talk about other things when the time comes." ”

Mo Yue is not angry in her heart, the rot of the skin and flesh is not on you, of course, you can talk about it lightly, but she hurts, from the rotten flesh to the bones, it hurts.

The city lord saw the resentment on Mo Yue's face, and a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes: "Xiao Yue'er, the pain makes people sober, in case you start a madness, I'm afraid I won't be able to cure you." ”

Hearing this, Mo Yue became more and more sure of her guess.