Chapter 187

I felt that the impact of death did not come. The body flying out was castrated and slowed down. Then a beautiful and flawless face appeared in Mo Xuetong's eyes. That beautiful face should have shown a wicked smile. At this time, it was gloomy and terrible. The frost covered his handsome face and his eyes seemed to be frozen, People seem to feel so cold.

Is it Shura? It is said that China is beautiful and elegant, but can kill the city in an instant, bathed in blood, Asura... Is full of domineering and deterrence. Her eyes are almost vicious, like eating people.

But Mo Xuetong didn't feel any fear. He just felt that he had never been relaxed. The corners of his lips involuntarily loosened and wanted to show a relaxed smiling face. The sharp porcelain piece tightly grasped in his hand fell to the ground. Just when he wanted to speak, he found that the whole person couldn't move.

At this time, the tense nerves have reached a state of extreme fatigue. Seeing that Feng Jue is infected, I feel inexplicably relieved. I can't hear what he is saying in my ears. I only see that his handsome lips gently opened and said something, but nothing can fall into my ears.

Subconsciously, he wanted to stretch out his hand to smooth the anger in his eyes, but he was unable to raise his hand. As soon as his head tilted, it fell heavily.

Seeing that her body suddenly softened, Feng Jue ran made a fierce wink at the two people around her, made a fierce knot on her eyebrows, and made a wink at the guards on both sides. Her eyes fell on Sima Lingyun who had just climbed out of the carriage not far away. Sima Lingyun, who was covered with blood, couldn't see his face clearly, especially the position of his face, The two people who just got out of the tree were stunned.

The two men were hired to accompany Sima Lingyun to perform such a play. When Sima Lingyun came out of the carriage, the two changed their positions. Sima Lingyun became a hero to save the beauty. The next thing is what they want to say. Mo Xuetong, a young lady who was ruined by someone, still wants to explain.

But now this situation is unexpected to them. Looking to the distance, some people heard the change here and ran over. Sima Lingyun lay on the ground and moaned. The woman flying out of the car fell into the arms of a handsome and evil man. The powerful momentum of bloodthirsty made them gasp for breath. The two people hired were just hooligans in the street, although they were only people from the market, But he knows people very well.

The one is not easy to provoke at first sight. As an employer, Sima Lingyun doesn't know his life and death. The two people looked at each other and ran away. However, how can they have time? The shining light of the knife flew by. One person was a knife in the chest, and the tip of the knife passed through the chest; Another person directly beheaded, and the flying head fell at the feet of Mo Xuemin who was proudly walking out of the corner.

Looking at the frightened eyes protruding out of the orbit on the shaking head in front of her, Mo Xuemin even had no time to scream. As soon as her body was soft, she fainted with Mo Xiu.

"Take good care of this place." Feng Jue dyed a wide cloak and carefully wrapped the black snow pupil. The eyes were cold and fierce, and the light in the pupil was getting colder and colder. There was a strong sense of solemnity and Yin. The Dragon had inverse scales and died when it touched it.

Without his command, the bodyguard around him understood his meaning from his cold eyes and answered respectfully.

Seeing the master sneak away with people in his arms, the two bodyguards were not slow. One came forward and tore Sima Lingyun's clothes, while the other dragged Mo Xuemin, who was still in the corner, mercilessly tore her clothes in half... The bodyguard tore Sima Lingyun's clothes in one hand and kicked the sharp porcelain chip with Mo Xuemin's pupil on the ground to Mo Xuemin's hand, The blood stained porcelain spiked on the tip of Mo Xuemin's hand. Even in syncope, Mo Xuemin's hand couldn't help pumping.

The bodyguard kicked Sima Lingyun to Mo Xuemin with another kick. Sima Lingyun was hurt and stabbed several times in his chest and face. If it weren't for his understanding, he would have screamed loudly. Being severely kicked by the bodyguard, he only felt the pain together with the injury on his body. He couldn't help it. He screamed and slid a parabola in the air and fell straight on Mo Xuemin, and his painful eyes darkened, Almost fainted.

At this time, someone in the distance came, approaching, and the noise came. Sima Lingyun was still conscious. He tried to raise his body and not press Mo Xuemin under his body. Continuous blows made him no more strength. His hands softened and pressed heavily on a soft body. He was blurred due to blood loss and pain!

The dark snow pupil woke up in a daze, and saw the light and plain cloud pattern bed curtain. The incense at the head of the bed curled out a light and soothing fragrance, so he knew that he was in his room now.

My head was dizzy and painful. I just wanted to reach out and rub it before I lifted it up. I couldn't help but cry "ah" for pain.

The bottom of the hand is as painful as tearing, and there is a feeling of being tied tightly.

"You know it hurts, and it hurts. I thought you were a wooden man. You know everything. Why don't you show off now? You can't even lift your hands?" Cold sarcasm sounded in the dark. Taking advantage of the bright color of the snow outside the window, Mo Xuetong found that there was someone in the room.

Hearing the voice of Moxue Tong, the man stood up. The purple dragon pattern clothes flashed in the bright color. He came over and looked down at Moxue Tong. His face was slightly facing the window. The position of Moxue Tong could just see his gloomy and handsome face. His dark eyes were full of cold pools. The narrow Phoenix eyes were slightly cold and the tips of his eyebrows were cold. He was no longer lazy and indifferent in the past, Now he looks deep and fierce, like the king of hell, covered with a strong murderous spirit.

The purple clothes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of purple. When they came near, a pair of Phoenix eyes looked at the black snow pupil coldly.

It's fengjue dye again, and it's a different fengjue dye. It's obviously angry fengjue dye.

Biting his lips, Mo Xuetong didn't know why he couldn't speak righteously. He raised his hand slightly and looked sideways. The two hands were wrapped tightly, and it was difficult to move between his fingers.

"Well, why are you here? Am I right? Is this my place?" She smiled twice, her pink lips were guilty, her clear eyes were like a pool of autumn water, her moth eyebrows were swept down, and her slightly pale face was a little sick, which made people feel involuntarily distressed.

However, Feng Jue ran ignored her stubble and said coldly: "Mo Ye has given it to you, and Mo Feng follows you. If Mo Yu says that, how can Mo ye not know? Just don't worry. You must do it yourself, so you don't believe me?" This is almost harsh.

Even though Mo Xuetong wanted to pretend that she didn't care, she didn't know that her heart trembled. She felt her eyes red without talking. At that time, even though she believed that Mo ye and Mo Feng would help her secretly, she still had no bottom. Especially when holding sharp porcelain chips, her heart was full of hate. The kind of unforgettable hate made her unable to distinguish reality from illusion.

The hatred and pain in her heart made her unable to think at all. There was only one belief in her mind, which was that she wanted to eat each other's flesh and blood. Sima Lingyun hurt her in her last life and let her die miserably in his wedding hall. In this life, he even wanted to destroy her and accumulated blood revenge for two lives. He just wanted to revenge himself.

If she had made detailed plans before, the later ones were all based on a blood instinct.

"You see, a girl's family still works hard with others. Even if she wins, it's impossible for her to stay with Sima Lingyun as long as one person sees you. How can you think that Sima Lingyun is good in terms of the scenery of the Duke's residence? If you want to marry, you don't need to think about it. You can just rely on impulse." When Feng Jue ran saw that Mo Xuetong didn't speak, she couldn't see her reddish eyes clearly in the dark. She couldn't help but hum coldly.

It's not who's right or wrong about this kind of thing. If someone sees that Mo Xuetong is robbed by other men, her reputation will be destroyed. If Sima Lingyun goes on a blind date with her skin when rescuing her, she can't avoid the fate of entering the Marquis house of the town.

Or Sima Lingyun gave her a main room status for the sake of mohuawen and the Fuguo government, but so what? This happened before marriage, and how did Sima Lingyun say it in the Duke's house of Zhenguo later? Sima Lingyun didn't do what he wanted to do. He said better and reserved a face for her.

What's wrong with that?

If she did, Mo Xuetong knew that she would never marry Sima Lingyun. The tragedy of her previous life would never happen again. She would rather die than be punished for Sima Lingyun's and Mo Xuemin's plot. Feng Jue ran said sharply in her ear, made no cold mockery with no emotion, and could no longer control the grievance of oppression. She stretched out her hand to cover her tears, Only when I looked up and burst into pain did I find that my hands were wrapped tightly.

"Why don't you talk and explain? You can't say it at ordinary times? Why are you dumb today? It's your hand, not your mouth. Don't tell me it's only a short while before it turns to your mouth." Feng Jue Ran's eyebrows were blue and straight. Thinking that she was just a little close, she flew into the tree and couldn't help hating.

How can her delicate body bear such a tall and strong tree!

I'm afraid you'll die in a moment!

If he hadn't just come out of the palace and met Mo Feng to report back, he would have arrived later. A little later might have made him regret all his life. He couldn't keep down his anger. He wanted to pull her up and beat her severely, so that she could see how soft and weak he was.

Dare to take porcelain pieces and fight Sima Lingyun. Where are your usual cleverness.

Feng Jue Ran's cold voice mocked and finally became the last straw to break the silence of Mo Xue's pupil. His clenched teeth suddenly loosened, and the tears of grievance could not be controlled. He burst into tears. How many grievances, how many fears, and how many heartaches turned into crystal tears: "explain, why do I want to explain, why do I want to explain to you? Who are you? I care so much about me."