"So, do you have to kill me?" Mo Cong asked.

"Yes, I came here to kill you!" Murong Mingyue lay flat and looked up at Mo Cong, although his clothes were disheveled, his momentum was not weak at all.

"Okay, then I'll kill you first!" Mo Cong pulled out the Mawang knife with a swipe, and the snowy sword light reflected Murong Mingyue's eyes.

"Thank you, give me a good time!" Murong Mingyue closed her eyes and waited for death.

brush

Mo Cong didn't say a word and slashed towards Murong Mingyue's white neck, and before the blade arrived, a cold wind swept first.

Stirred by the cold wind, the skin on Murong Mingyue's neck naturally shrank.

"I'm going to die!" she thought.

In an instant, the faces of many people came to mind. Father, queen mother, brother and sister...... are all Murong Mingyue's beloved relatives.

Knife stop.

Wind stops.

"Okay, I've already killed you, but your life is too big to kill. Go back!" Mo Cong put the knife into the sheath.

"Why?" Murong Mingyue opened her eyes.

"What, why?" asked Mo Cong.

"You can kill me, why don't you kill me?" Murong Mingyue asked awkwardly.

"Because... You're so good-looking, I'm reluctant to kill you. Mo Cong glanced up and down and told the truth.

Murong Mingyue's face flushed, and her exposed chest was cold.

"When are you going to go back?" Mo Cong casually put the Mawang knife aside and leaned over to ask.

"Where are you going?" asked Murong Mingyue.

"Go back to your kingdom of Long. Mo Cong said.

"I don't know, when I will take revenge and when I will go back!" Murong Mingyue said.

"That's good!" Mo Cong said.

"Why is it good?" asked Murong Mingyue.

"Because... You can't beat me, and then if you come to me every day for revenge, I can do it every day... Well... Look at you this way. Mo Cong watched unscrupulously as he spoke, unconcealing his appreciation and affection in his heart.

"Yes, in such a small space, I can't beat you!" Murong Mingyue lay flat and looked up at Mo Cong, blushing and sighing.

I don't know if it's the psychological effect of the whole body's acupoints being controlled, or if it's frustration because I can't beat it for a long time, in short, Murong Mingyue feels that this guy is pressing on him like a mountain, and there is a feeling in my heart that I can't fight against it.

Moreover, I don't know if I was used to being pressed or what's going on, Murong Mingyue had a very warm and thick feeling.

This guy, the real person looks more handsome and elegant than the portrait. Murong Mingyue thought silently.

She faced Mo Cong's portrait in the Xianbei Zhongjun tent every day, always thinking about how to take revenge, and now that it is really here, the situation has become what it is now. Looking at Mo Cong with this posture, Murong Mingyue suddenly had a very strange feeling in her heart.

The two looked at each other like this for a while, and Murong Mingyue frowned and said, "Hey, can you not press me like this?

"Do men and women give and receive kisses? Hehe, you also said it, this is our Ruiguo's words. So, I'm sorry, this sentence doesn't apply to you, the Assassin of the Dragon Kingdom. Mo Cong smiled. "You are not a woman from our Rui Kingdom, but a master of the Demon Sect who came to kill me. You were captured by me, I didn't kill you or beat you, I just lay on you for a while, which is already extremely preferential treatment of prisoners. And, too, it's my perk. ”

Captive, welfare!

Hearing Mo Cong say these words confidently, Murong Mingyue didn't know how to refute it for a while. She thought for a while and said, "Aren't you uncomfortable when you're lying on your stomach like this?"

"It's not uncomfortable. Mo Cong shook his head, "I'm too tired from fighting, and I'm about to be killed by you, so it's quite comfortable to rest on my stomach like this for a while." ”

Murong Mingyue was speechless.

The two rested like this for a while, Mo Cong looked at the sky outside, and said: "The sky will be bright soon, I will unlock your acupuncture path, you can go back, I will also get up for breakfast and prepare for battle, your army of the Long Kingdom may be killed at any time." ”

Murong Mingyue nodded.

"I'm unlocking your acupoint now, you won't kill me again, right?" Mo Cong stretched out his hand to unravel Murong Mingyue's acupoint, his hand stretched out halfway, and he hesitated a little. Murong Mingyue's adaptability is too strong, and she almost broke out of her brain just now, and her head still hurts a little. Powerful and scheming, Mo Cong is really afraid of facing such an opponent, and if he is not careful, he will be killed.

"You can try it!" Murong Mingyue smiled.

Until now, Mo Cong saw Murong Mingyue smiling for the first time, and he was suddenly shocked again.

Stunned for a moment, Mo Cong said, "Try it!" As he spoke, the fingers of his right hand trembled, and he explained the acupoints from the bottom to the top. "By the way, what's your name?"

"What about you?" Murong Mingyue asked rhetorically.

"My name is Mo Cong!" Mo Cong said, and his hand was already on her chest.

"Are you from Lingyun Mountain?"

Murong Mingyue suddenly said something earth-shattering, which startled Mo Cong, and his finger poked into Murong Mingyue's breast* room.

A slippery and soft feel.

"I'm from Montenegro!" Mo Cong withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, but then he suddenly hesitated a little as to whether he should untie the other party's acupoint.

Since going down the mountain, it is the first time that Mo Cong has been called out of his identity like this, and this person is still a member of the Demon Sect, and he is also the princess of the Long Kingdom. Thinking that the Demon Sect and Lingyun Mountain were incompatible, and the Long Kingdom and the Rui Kingdom were incompatible, Mo Cong suddenly felt that this scene was a bit absurd.

I actually slept on the same bed with a princess of Longguo and a master of the Demon Sect, and I rested on someone else's face for a long time, this is really ......

Mo Cong sighed, and his heart suddenly became a little confused, and he couldn't say what it was like.

"Don't lie to me, in fact, I have long guessed that you are from Lingyun Mountain, and now you say that your surname is Mo, then it must be true. Murong Mingyue looked at Mo Cong with burning eyes.

"Yes, I'm from Lingyun Mountain!" Mo Cong turned his heart and said, "With such an identity, is there another reason why you have to hack me to death?"

"Yes!" Murong Mingyue nodded. "I'm here to kill you, whether it's for my brother or for the Demon Sect!

"I don't want to kill you, and I can't do it. I'll let you go now, when you want to kill me, just come, I'll eventually catch you and see you. Mo Cong crackled and said a lot, and suddenly the words changed and said: "But if it is someone else, I will kill one of them!"

As he spoke, he spit out his anger and untied Murong Mingyue's acupoint.

Murong Mingyue's body trembled, and the true qi of her whole body turned freely.

She looked at Mo Cong fixedly, with a uncertain look on her face.

After looking at it for a while, Murong Mingyue pushed Mo Cong away and sat up to tidy up his clothes.

A black Xianbei outfit was torn by Mo Cong and couldn't cover the spring light, but Murong Mingyue's hands were fast and skillful, and she managed to cover her snow-white body tightly. A torn piece of clothing was worn by her with a very layered and realm feeling.

"My name is Murong Mingyue. She quickly sorted out her clothes meticulously, glanced at Mo Cong, and said.

"Murong Mingyue, a nice name. Mo Cong said.

"I'll come back. Mo Rong Mingyue said.

"Okay, I've been here for the rest of the night, and you can come at any time. Mo Cong said.

"But I don't want to come here, it's too cramped here, and it's ......" Murong Mingyue looked at the small black room and looked at the wooden bed, "Tonight, let's go out to fight outside, do you dare?"

"Dare!" Mo Cong said.

"Okay, then I'll see you in the evening. Mo Rong Mingyue said.

As he spoke, a black shadow rushed out of the small black room, flashing a few times.

People have gone far away, and the fragrance is gone.

Mo Cong sat there, feeling like he had a dream, but when he touched the small wooden bed, the residual warmth was still there.