Chapter Seventy-Five: What Is He Going to Do?

'Your wounds are not healed yet,' the woman in white repeated in her heart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Oh, yes!

My injuries haven't healed yet, and they're not even better.

She knew best how powerful the Array Breaking Bead was.

Although what he released was only a half-finished product with half the power of the True Formation Breaking Bead.

If it weren't for the soft armor with amazing defensive power on his body, coupled with the fact that he did not hesitate to launch the full power of the Pisces Jade Pendant, then he would definitely be blown up to death by the beads released by himself.

Although he survived with their protection, only he knew how badly he was injured.

If she had a choice, she would have found a place to take medicine to heal her injuries immediately.

But the fact is that he is dragging his body, overdrawing his mana, and continuing to fight.

Especially after activating Lei Mingzhu later, she almost fainted.

But she doesn't regret doing this at all, and if she could do it all over again, she would be even more determined than she is now.

Those people are the ones who deserve to be killed!

Thinking of the things that made her angry before, the woman in white was naturally not in a much better mood.

The fire at the city gate affected the fish in the pond, and this sentence will never come up out of thin air.

But what is a little cruel is that Mo Qing has become the unlucky fish.

And he didn't know anything about it, and he was still carefully boiling the medicinal soup there.

Some different emotions that had just risen in my heart were washed away under the anger.

The woman in white was in a horizontal heart, and she was about to press the sword in her hand backwards.

It doesn't take much strength, just two gentle pulls backwards, and the person who took his body will die.

Thinking like this, the movements of his hands also moved.

A wisp of blood seeped out from between Mo Qing's neck.

Mo Qing, who was boiling medicine there, thinking about how to explain to the woman behind him, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck.

You don't have to think about him to know that there is blood in his neck.

He stopped what he was doing, and at the same time stopped the furry Fu General in his heart.

In fact, he never thought that the woman would kill him, which is why the sword was on his neck, and he was not worried about acting calmly.

There's no why, just a feeling that rises from the bottom of my heart.

Even now, when the sword cut through the skin of his throat, he didn't think the woman would kill him.

Mo Qing turned his head and looked at the woman with evil eyes in her eyes, and couldn't help laughing, laughing so naturally that the two fat mouths were deformed.

'I know you're not going to kill me'

He didn't say this stupid thing.

He felt that as long as he said this, the woman would definitely press the sword down from his neck, and prove what he said wrong with facts.

Her injuries were still severe, and although she was trying her best to act like she didn't care, she couldn't escape Mo Qing's eyes.

The face of the woman in white was as cold as a 10,000-year-old ice, and her eyes were full of murderous intent.

However, Mo Qing saw a hint of forbearance and complexity in it.

"Don't make a fuss, hurry back and rest. ”

After grinning silently for a while, Mo Qing looked at the woman in white and said.

The voice is soft, the tone is concerned, and there is some reproach in the concern.

It's like a pair of lovers who are in love but have a little awkwardness, and the boy is talking to the girl who is losing his temper in a doting and distressed way.

It's like a parent telling his disobedient child.

When she heard Mo Qing say this, these two images suddenly appeared in the mind of the woman in white.

It's just that the child with a little temper and troublesome is himself, and the boy who dotes on his lover and the loving parent are the big children who bleed from the neck with a sword cut by themselves.

Why this strange feeling?

Obviously, he is an adult, and he is a child who has not grown up.

After this thought appeared in her heart, the woman in white had some strange thoughts in her heart.

In fact, the moment the strength of her hand increased, the woman in white regretted it in her heart.

For some reason, when she saw the blood flowing from the neck of the big child in front of her, she suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

It was more uncomfortable than when the master beat her to death a playmate who she had finally found in order to practice hard when she was a child, a bird she called Huanghuang.

At that moment, she even wanted to throw away the sword in her hand, then crouched on the ground and carefully bandaged his wounds.

But that was only a thought in her heart, in fact, she did not move, but held the sword, and watched the blood snake like a small snake towards the lower neck of the eldest child.

At the bottom of the neck, along the gap between the clothes and the body, some clear bite marks can be faintly seen.

The crimson snake crawled down quickly and slowly, slowly past the bite marks, and continued to climb down......

When she saw the looming bite marks, the woman in white's heart trembled uncontrollably.

She knew where those kiss marks came from.

At that moment, shyness, nervousness, and distress were intertwined with all kinds of emotions that poured into her heart.

It's just a little strange that those emotions don't kill the hatred of the person in front of him who is looking at him laughing.

How do you not know to dodge?

Do you know that I didn't use much force, and that if you take two steps back, even if it's a small step, the sword will leave your throat?

Don't giggle here, get out of here and bandage your wounds.

The woman in white looked at the big kid in front of her reproachfully and distressedly and smiled at herself after speaking.

She was more concerned about the wound in his neck than he was at this time, because she had made it with her sword.

In fact, she also knew that the wound was actually not big, but only cut through the top layer of skin.

The woman in white was in a hurry, but her surface was still unmoving.

The sword was still tightly attached to Mo Qing's throat, and a trace of ruddy appeared on the sword body that was in contact with Mo Qing's skin.

She is a person who has grown up in a cold environment since she was a child, and after so many years, she has long been accustomed to maintaining a cold appearance.

It's okay that you don't have to smile at everyone.

In fact, she didn't need to smile at anyone.

Under her cold face, she actually has an emotional heart, but she is usually covered by the cold shell outside her heart.

There have been too many things and too many twists and turns in the past two days, which was completely unexpected by her.

In particular, she was poisoned by the seven-step love flower snake, and lost the body that had been kept for so many years.

The subject is still a teenager.

This incident completely confused her mind, and the ice shell wrapped around her heart invisibly cracked a crack.

No matter what kind of person she is, it's impossible for her not to care about her body.

The moment she woke up, she didn't know what to do, and after panicking, she picked up her sword and pressed it against Mo Qing's throat.

The gap in the ice shell outside the mind continued to expand as contact with the big child followed.

It was only now that she slashed the skin of his throat with her sword, and the crack became even larger, and even the complex and fierce beating heart could be clearly seen.

But the ice shell didn't go away, and in fact it wouldn't go away so easily.

Habits that have been cultivated for decades cannot be left out all at once.

It was because of the existence of this ice shell that even though she realized that she didn't want to do this, she still stubbornly held the sword between his throat and refused to take it back.

Even now, the powerlessness of the injury came to her like a tidal wave.

Yes, how can this take the sword back, after all, it is he who occupies his body.

Under this premise, it makes sense to do it yourself.

It's just that why do you feel so uncomfortable when you see blood sliding down his neck?

I was uncomfortable again, it's strange, how many years has this been an emotion that hasn't appeared in my heart?

Did he not hide because he occupied his body and was ashamed?

But judging by his expression and what he did, it didn't seem to be entirely because of that.

That kind of natural outpouring of concern is not entirely due to guilt.

So why?

The look of thought in the eyes of the woman in white showed a look of thought, and she was thinking about why Mo Qing behaved like this.

The pain and exhaustion in her body came more violently, but she was still thinking about it, completely unconcerned about the unbearable pain.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, like a leaf alone in the cold wind.

However, there was one part of her body that did not tremble, and that was the arm that held the blue spirit sword.

Mo Qing put away his smile and reached out to take the sword that was pressing against his throat.

It was much easier to hold than expected, and he just gently pulled it out with his hand, and the sword was gone.

He finally took it away.

This is what the woman in white said in her heart.

It's just that why do you have a sense of joy that breaths a sigh of relief?

Huh? What is he going to do?

After the woman in white asked this question, she immediately panicked.