"You don't dare, because, if I die, he will die too." Mo Han hooked a smile, stunning and stunning, but with pleasure and sarcasm, what was hidden in his eyes was a stormy emotion.

"Huh! Is it? Do you really think I can't break the Spell of Tyrant? Mo Yue ripped open Mo Han's clothes, revealing the white skin of his neck, and smiled seductively: "The death curse can only be given by those who have the body of the sun, if I break your true body with the body of the yin, the death curse will naturally be solved, and then it will not be too late for me to kill you." ”

"The peony flower dies, and the ghost is also romantic." Mo Han stroked Mo Yue's little hand, his eyes were full of indulgence in his eyes, and a trace of dark red light crossed his eyes.

Mo Yue pushed Mo Han away, took a few steps back, looked around, and said with arrogance: "The man I want Mo Yue wants must be my husband, since I have been married to you halfway through, then today, I will do the remaining half, and it will be considered a consummation, after today, I will keep filial piety for you and will not remarry." ”

Mo Han's expression finally loosened, like a piece of solid ice suddenly shattered, he frowned slightly, almost bounced up from his chair, and asked hurriedly, "Who told you?" ”

"What? The Lord is so forgetful? The wedding that caused a sensation in the Six Realms, I thought, would make you unforgettable for a lifetime? From Mo Han's reaction, Mo Yue speculated that this was absolutely true, and as for how she herself didn't know, it must be related to this intermittent amnesia.

Mo Han already knew that Mo Yue was not talking about that marriage because she had recovered her memory, she must have heard something, and Fang Cai's own overreaction just made Mo Yue confirm that this was indeed the case.

There is a saying that it is difficult to block everyone's mouths, even if the heavenly realm gives a death order, it still reaches Mo Yue's ears in the end.

Mo Han shook one of his hanging hands hard in his sleeve, barely restrained his emotions, closed his eyes and suppressed the blood in his eyes, opened them again, rolled his throat, and said as calmly as possible: "In order to save him, you can even give up your innocence, right?" Including my life! ”

Mo Yue was silent, she stared at Mo Han's eyes, like a bottomless ocean, and after a while, she spoke, her voice was as difficult as if it didn't come out of her own mouth.

"Yes! I could give up everything to save him. Mo Yue said.

"Okay, give me some time, finish what I need to do, I will marry you, and allow you to be hired three times and six times, and you will have red makeup!" In Mo Han's tone, there was a lot of tenderness, but there was a lack of expectations and apprehension at the beginning, back then, when he asked Mo Yue for marriage, he was as nervous as a fledgling little hair.

But now, when the same words come out, there is no longer the same situation as it was back then.

Perhaps, a grand wedding is what every woman yearns for, and even Mo Yue, who has always been conceited and pure-hearted, seems to be moved by these eight words.

Three media and six hires, thousands of miles of red makeup.

If it was an ordinary woman, hearing this sentence from the mouth of the Fenghua Holy Venerable who was above the Six Realms, she would probably faint with excitement, and then wake up and would like to tell the world to know.

But Moyue is not an ordinary woman, she is forbearant and depressed, her heart is turbulent, her eyes are still flat, and she said coldly: "What's the matter?" How long does it take? Do you want to get rid of me when you recover? ”

Listening to Mo Yue's heartless words, Mo Han suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, the whole hall was his clear laughter, in such a presumptuous and almost vented laughter, but it was like a knife, which cut Mo Yue's heart to pain.