"Eat slowly, no one will fight with you, have some soup..."

Jun Mo yuan smell speech, toward her grin, took the soup bowl, no matter whether the soup is hot mouth, he is to look up and drink.

The month thousand LAN looks at the frightened, hurriedly took over the empty bowl, can't help stomach Fei: "urgent what? I'm not afraid of being burned? "

"I'm not afraid. As long as you give it to the prince, it's poison. The prince is willing to drink it." Jun Mo yuan chuckles and replies.

Bang when a, month thousand LAN take soup bowl of hand a slip, that porcelain bowl then fell on the ground.

In a flash, the soup bowl fell apart.

Some debris almost jumped to the feet of the moon.

Jun Mo yuan's face changed. Fortunately, he had a quick eye and pulled yueqianlan to her side.

"What's the matter with you? It's not hurt, is it? " He hastened to check all over her and asked anxiously.

Month thousand LAN Zheng Leng shake head, she hoarse voice: "I'm ok."

"It's OK." Jun Mo yuan saw that she was not stabbed by anything, so he was relieved slowly.

In the heart of yueqianlan, the surging waves are set off.

Poison, poison -

oh Unconsciously, her eyes gradually moist.

In the previous life, he just transferred the toxin from her to her in order to detoxify her?

Before her death, Jun Lengyan once told her.

That night, it was Jun Moyuan who saved her life.

She is highly toxic. The only poison different from other poisons is its antidote.

As long as you sleep with other people, the poison will be transferred from you to that person.

At first, she thought that it was Jun Lengyan who slept with her that night, and it was Jun Lengyan who saved her life.

However, she never thought that the person who saved her was Jun Moyuan.

He clearly knew what the consequences would be, and he did it without hesitation.

Even if the poison killed him in the end, he didn't regret it.

She is thinking, if he is not to save her, dyed that poison, he also won't be in Jun Lengyan's trap, and can't escape from danger.

After all, his martial arts can't even compare with Jun Lengyan.

Such an amazing person lost his life.

Yueqianlan can't help thinking that when Jun Moyuan died in his previous life, could he have the slightest resentment against her?

After all, it was no one else but her who brought him to that point.

Think of this, the heart of the moon thousand LAN, can't help but faint pain.

She took the initiative to nestle into the arms of Jun Mo yuan, she raised her hand tightly clenched his skirt, trembling voice asked: "ah Mo, I want to ask you a question."

Jun Moyuan doesn't know yueqianlan's complicated mood at the moment. He just thinks that she is scared by the broken porcelain bowl, so he raises his hand and pats her on the shoulder.