The Almighty Female Supporting Role of Quick Transmigration is in training

Chapter 547: In the World of Martial Arts, My Wife Should Be Self-improving (18)

"You, go, leave, stay away from me."

Mo Ye's voice was so low that Luo Qinghuan couldn't hear him clearly, his voice was intermittent, and Luo Qinghuan couldn't help but take a few steps back when he saw his appearance.

After the onset of cold syndrome, Mo Ye's internal strength was running low. Now he had no ability to resist the operation of the magic power. He could only rely on his own self-control to force himself to calm down, but Luo Qinghuan in the same room Like a time bomb, every time he stayed in the same room with Luo Qinghuan for an extra second, his mind would unconsciously reminisce about their ridiculous night.

There are only two paths for practitioners of magic arts, one is to cut off emotion and desire, and the other is to indulge in passion and lust, these are two extremes, but this Mo Ye has broken the precepts, the first path is impossible.

He was obviously not so powerful before, why did he suddenly...

"Mo Ye?"

Mo Ye lowered his head, Luo Qinghuan couldn't help feeling worried when he saw that he hadn't moved for a long time, but Mo Ye suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red, as if he was about to rush over the next moment.

Luo Qinghuan took a step back, turned her back and touched the sword on the bed with one hand, and clenched the hilt tightly.

Even though Mo Ye was already in a half-crazy state, he still caught sight of the sword in Luo Qinghuan's hand, covered his heart and chuckled a few times, and Mo Ye jumped out of the window.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Qinghuan vaguely heard the sound of "plopping" into the water.

Outside the room was the garden of the Li Mansion. There was a pool in the garden. In order to calm down, Mo Ye Ding jumped directly into the pool.

Thinking of this, Luo Qinghuan took the sword and chased him out, and sure enough, he saw Mo Ye with his eyes closed in the pool.

Mo Ye leaned against the edge of the pool with his eyes closed, allowing himself to be submerged in the icy water. Luo Qinghuan stood above his head with his sword in his arms, looking down at him from a height.

Looking at the man's pale face, Luo Qinghuan sighed, thinking that she still couldn't be a cold-blooded person.

"feel better now?"

Seeing that Mo Ye in the pool was still, Luo Qinghuan asked. Mo Ye in the pool looked up at her. Although his eyes were still red, his voice had calmed down.

"Pull me up."

Using the scabbard as a rope, she pulled Mo Ye ashore. Seeing that the corner of his clothes was still dripping, Luo Qinghuan threw the cloak she brought out on top of his head.

Wrapping the cloak that Luo Qinghuan threw over her body, she found that the cloak was a bit small, and Mo Ye could still smell Luo Qinghuan's scent on the cloak.

"The movement just now will definitely attract the servants. Don't do anything. Just leave it to me."

Just as Luo Qinghuan said, Mo Ye's falling into the lake attracted a group of servants who were on duty at night, Luo Qinghuan hid the sword in his wide sleeves, and put on a smiling face.

Mo Ye watched her deal with the servants from a distance, and couldn't help but wrap the cloak around her body tightly, took a deep breath, and the magic power in her body started to work again.

After trying to persuade a group of stubborn servants away, Luo Qinghuan turned around but couldn't see Mo Ye, and was about to look around when someone wrapped around her neck.

"Mo Ye!?"

Sensing the familiar breath, Luo Qinghuan's voice cooled down, but this did not stop Mo Ye from moving, his fingers brushed against Luo Qinghuan's face.

Without hesitation, Luo Qinghuan drew his sword and stabbed in the past. Luo Qinghuan, who only wanted to stop Mo Ye but did not really want to kill Mo Ye, did not stab the vital point. As long as Mo Ye avoided her, he would be able to get away.

However, Mo Ye did not dodge the sword, but took the initiative to meet it. When the long sword pierced his body, Mo Ye's lips also touched Luo Qinghuan's.

Mo Ye's actions caught Luo Qinghuan off guard. His warm breath fell on Luo Qinghuan's face. Luo Qinghuan smelled a bloody smell, but Mo Ye was extremely gentle. This kind of gentleness was like a densely woven fabric. Luo Qinghuan was caught in the net, unable to escape.

She felt like she was suffocating.

I don't know how much time passed before Luo Qinghuan found herself again. She suddenly pulled out the sword, only to hear a muffled groan, and Mo Ye stretched out a bloody hand to touch her cheek.

"Huanhuan, can I call you that?"

Without waiting for Luo Qinghuan's answer, Mo Ye passed out due to excessive blood loss.

Luo Qinghuan blushed at the thought of her momentary fall, wishing she could stab the guy on the ground to death with a sword.

……

As the sun fell, the man frowned uncomfortably, then slowly opened his eyes.

Mo Ye held up his arms and tried to sit up, but felt a pain in his abdomen. He opened the quilt and took a look, only to find that it was the wound from Luo Qinghuan's sword yesterday. His upper body clothes were roughly torn apart and even bandaged. The wound was bandaged with torn clothing.

Looking at the rough bandage on the abdomen, Mo Ye could imagine how the woman looked livid last night, cursing while bandaging the wound. Thinking of such a scene, Mo Ye couldn't help laughing.

Luo Qinghuan was no longer in the room. He must have gone to deliver some fertility soup to Madam Li.

Enduring the pain, Mo Ye got off the bed and came to the bronze mirror. Seeing his pale face in the mirror, he pulled the corners of his lips.

When he looked out, a lot of rockery blocked his sight.

I'm actually a little hungry.

Thinking this way, Mo Ye saw someone walking towards here with a plate from a distance, and when he got closer, he realized that the person was Luo Qinghuan.

Mo Ye simply leaned against the door and waited for her to come. Luo Qinghuan saw a familiar figure leaning against the door from a distance. Luo Qinghuan could still remember what he did last night. How dare she dare to see this person? Taking the initiative to appear in front of her, Luo Qinghuan pulled her lips.

Ignoring a certain man standing at the door, Luo Qinghuan walked straight into the room, put the things in her hand on the table, and ate on her own.

"I am the patient."

Seeing that there was only one person's tableware on the table, a certain man couldn't help emphasizing that it was fine if he didn't mention this, but Luo Qinghuan got angry when he mentioned this, and she slammed the table and stood up.

"Injury?" Luo Qinghuan sneered, "Sorry, even if you are an injury, you don't have breakfast today."

Mo Ye was stunned for a moment, then he pursed his lips and smiled, and moved closer.

"angry?"

"Hehe, you, lie back on the bed for me, have you ever seen a wounded person walking around?"

"okay."

Mo Ye squinted his eyes and nodded obediently. Luo Qinghuan snorted coldly, sat back at the table and poked at the dishes on the plate bitterly.

The one who picked up the chopsticks was about to put it into her mouth, but Cheng Yaojin came out halfway and took the things on her chopsticks in one gulp.

Mo Ye chewed the food in his mouth very contentedly, and even had time to smile at Luo Qing, who made veins jump on Luo Qinghuan's forehead.

Can it make people eat well, ah!

"Moye?!"

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