On this day, Murong Mingyue was conflicted and entangled:

First, I want to kill Mo Cong and avenge my brother,

Second, I don't want Mo Cong to die, and I'm even afraid that others will kill Mo Cong.

Third, I don't want to marry the evil one,

Fourth, instead of marrying the evil spirit, it is better to kill Mo Cong

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In the midst of such contradictions, Murong Mingyue asked Mo Cong if he had anything to say to himself.

Mo Cong came directly: "No!"

Hearing this, Murong Mingyue's heart, which had been entangled for a day, exploded on the spot, thinking that I would worry about you all day, but you are simply here. Okay, well, since this is the case, I have nothing to worry about, you can just die!

So Murong Mingyue's knife did not leave Mo Cong's vital point, and he only wanted to kill Mo Cong on the spot, and he was a hundred.

But now, seeing that Mo Cong's wound was crimson and bleeding like a pour, and he was about to turn into a cold corpse like Murong Changfeng, the corner of Murong Mingyue's heart collapsed, and he stood on the spot at a loss.

"You girl, you're so ruthless. Mo Cong coughed up a mouthful of blood, slowing down the meridians that were injured by the Heavenly Demon Seal, he shot very lightly just now, but Murong Mingyue went all out, and Mo Cong was immediately injured with a palm.

"You... Are you okay?" Seeing that Mo Cong could still speak, Murong Mingyue was surprised and delighted, and grabbed Mo Cong in one step.

"I don't know ...... either" Mo Cong coughed twice, and the internal injuries and knife wounds occurred together, and he touched a handful of hands full of blood. I don't know if it's a psychological effect or too much blood, Mo Cong's head is a little dizzy, and when the north wind blows, the knife on his neck hurts coldly, and there is a feeling that the wind has poured into the blood vessels.

"You... Don't be okay with this... Aren't you going to know how to point points, hurry up and stop the bleeding and don't let it flow again. Murong Mingyue suddenly didn't want Mo Cong to die, so she took Mo Cong's hand and put it on her neck with tears in her eyes, the blood was flowing too much, and it kept pouring out.

"You let go, I'll try. Mo Cong calmly brushed Murong Mingyue's hand away, stretched out his fingers and clicked a few times on the acupoints on his chest, shoulders and neck. The strong enemy was coming soon, but he was so seriously injured by Murong Mingyue, thinking of these Mo Cong was also a little depressed.

"Are you mad at me?" Murong Mingyue could see that Mo Cong's attitude was a little cold.

"Do you want me to thank you?" Mo Cong asked angrily.

"If you're mad at me, hit me a few times. Murong Mingyue took Mo Cong's hand again as she spoke, and hit herself.

"My eldest lady, you... Don't move, okay. The bleeding finally stopped, and you pulled it like this... It's starting to flow again. Mo Cong was pulled by her and grinned.

"Okay, okay, then you... Then you sit down and take a break. Murong Mingyue helped Mo Cong to sit down on a stone.

She was cold and fierce just now, and the knife was going to kill Mo Cong, but now she is gentle but she is too gentle, this extremely cold and hot change makes Mo Cong at a loss.

"Are you usually so moody, sometimes obedient and sometimes fierce?" asked Mo Cong.

"No, I'm not. Just today...... I was conflicted and didn't know what to do. Murong Mingyue said.

"What's the contradiction? Mo Cong said.

"I want revenge, but I don't want to kill you, but I'm afraid that someone else will kill you, and then ...... It's a contradiction anyway. Murong Mingyue said. There are some emotions that she finds difficult to understand, and she doesn't know how to say them, and as for the details of other people's pursuit of herself, she doesn't want to tell Mo Cong.

"Why don't you want to kill me?" Mo Cong asked.

"Because you didn't want to kill me in the morning, I don't want to kill you either. Murong Mingyue said.

"I won't kill you because you're so good-looking, I can't do it, why are you?" Mo Cong asked.

"I also think you're good-looking, and if I kill you, it's like ruining a very good thing, so I don't want to kill you. Murong Mingyue said.

Hearing Murong Mingyue say that he was good-looking, and he also compared himself to a thing, Mo Cong had a feeling of being ridiculous. This princess is very beautiful, but this Swiss dialect is really incomprehensible.

Looking down for a moment, Mo Cong said, "Your Demon Sect can only kill people... Won't it save people?"

"What do you mean?" Murong Mingyue didn't understand.

"My hand is not injured, why are you holding my hand and touching the back of my hand?" Mo Cong asked.

Murong Mingyue was stunned for a moment, only then did she notice that she had been holding Mo Cong's hand, and gently stroked the back of her hand to subconsciously relieve his pain. "Who rarely touches you. She blushed and threw away Mo Cong's hand in shame.

Mo Cong put his hand back again very scoundrelly, "Just touch it like that, it's very comfortable, and it has a little pain-relieving effect." ”

Murong Mingyue then took his hand again and stroked it gently. "You know what?" she said, "when I used to go out hunting and bump into each other, my queen mother held my hand and gave me pain. ”

"You still hunt?" Mo Cong said.

"Yes, we Xianbei men, women, and children can hunt. Murong Mingyue said, "I'm a good hunter." Then he talked about some people and things on the side of Longguo, especially her father, queen mother, brother and sister, etc.

Mo Cong looked a little gloomy when he saw her say Murong Changfeng, and he also knew that she was still uncomfortable in her heart. Mo Cong also regretted a little in his heart, he had known that that guy was Murong Mingyue's brother, and he might not have killed him. Of course, if he didn't kill him, how could he run into Murong Mingyue? This may be what the old man said, by chance.

The two of them sat on the stone like this and talked, Mo Cong's blood gradually stopped flowing at all, and the pain gradually became much lighter. The effect of the beauty effect is really huge, Mo Cong looked at Murong Mingyue's cheeks, enjoying Murong Mingyue's gentle caress on the back of his hand, that kind of pleasing vision, that kind of smooth touch, so that his soul was flying around in the clouds, this pain, I also felt that it was worth it and completely forgotten.

"After I said so much, are you a little tired of listening to it?" After a conversation, Murong Mingyue asked.

"Don't get bored, your voice is nice, listen to you... It's a treat that you go on. Mo Cong said.

"I've said so much, you can also tell me about your family, I want to hear you talk too. Murong Mingyue said.

"I, unlike you, am an orphan who I don't know who my father and mother are, and I haven't seen them. Mo Cong said: "But on that mountain, I have a big brother and a younger sister, and they are all my relatives. My eldest brother cooks a good dish, and he carries water to cook rice every day without talking. My sister is very naughty and runs around the mountains and fields every day. We all grew up with an old man. ”

Mo Cong said and talked about his own situation, how to get down the mountain, the city we entered, how to join the army, how to come to Juling Pass, how to meet Murong Changfeng, and so on.

Hearing that Mo Cong was besieged by three thousand iron guards at that time, and Murong Changfeng was holding the Mawang Sword to kill him, Murong Mingyue couldn't help but sigh, "At that time, you really couldn't help it. Hey, forget it, you slashed my brother once, and I slashed you once, and two hits can be regarded as flat. As for him dying and you are alive, it can only be said that your life is harder than his. Well, that's it, I'm tired and I don't want to dwell on it anymore. Murong Mingyue exhaled with relief as she spoke.

"Then will you come to kill me in the future?" asked Mo Cong.

"Not coming. Murong Mingyue said.

"Then won't I see you in the future?" asked Mo Cong.

"No, I can meet you without killing you. I didn't kill you now, didn't I sit here with you?" Murong Mingyue said.

"Oh, that's good. Mo Cong nodded.

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