Dressed as a villain's stepmother, I use spiritual springs to raise cubs

Xia Bai'an blankly made a motionless sack.

I only remember that Mo Che seemed to bend over to hug Mrs. Lin, and led the two of them out of the room that was about to become a sea of ​​flames. She was placed on a stone bench in the courtyard, and several maidservants who ran from outside instantly took her away. Surrounded by a group, booing and asking for warmth.

Mo Che, on the other hand, dealt with several men in black who came to assassinate him.

Xia Bai'an watched Mo Che's figure, and saw that he raised and lowered the knife, every time he cut off his head with precision like the scythe of death, and let his body, which still had inertia, take two steps like a headless ghost, before falling heavily into the flower garden. .

There was still no movement at the back of the neck.

This is not blackening.

This is Mo Che's nature.

Xia Bai'an watched his knife tip continuously stained with blood, her stomach churned, and tears were squeezed out from the corners of her sore eyes, but she could only mutter to herself: "In this era, it's all right to do this." Yes, nothing more than who he is..."

She slowly retracted her gaze, lowered her head and hugged her arms tightly, and ordered the noisy maids to put out the fire.

She was a little afraid to look at it.

For a person brought up in a modern society, she has never really faced a bloody murder scene.

In particular, the person who did it was the man who shared the bed with him.

After an unknown amount of time, she heard Ao Pingchuan's terrified cry: "Tie up Fang Houde tightly and throw him into the dry well in the backyard to wait for his punishment... Sister-in-law! Are you okay, sister-in-law!"

She is fine.

Xia Bai'an really wanted to tell Ao Pingchuan the answer, but her throat seemed to be filled with mucus, squeezing her voice and lungs heavily, making her even more uncomfortable.

Is this the fear of facing the murder scene?

She was thinking inexplicably, but a pair of shoes walked into her vision the next moment.

Xia Bai'an didn't look up, but the owner of the shoes squatted down and looked up at Xia Bai'an who was sitting on the stone bench.

There was no wave of emotion in those Danfeng eyes.

"Are you scared?" Mo Che asked her, while wiping away the scattered blood on his fingers, he raised his hand to caress Xia Bai'an's cold cheek.

Xia Bai'an didn't move, but lowered his head, turned to stare at the toe of his shoe, and replied obediently: "I'm afraid, I haven't seen anyone kill someone before, and I still use this method."

"I'm not going to change the way I kill, you have to get used to that."

Mo Che raised his body slightly, pressed down on Xia Bai'an's chin with his fingertips, forcing her to raise her head again, and leaned forward, touching her forehead, looking at each other, and continued, "I will kill all the harmed people." Your people will never show their blades to you."

Xia Bai'an felt his cheeks being cupped by two hands.

Only then did he notice that Mo Che had dropped the blood-stained long knife at some point.

The tips of their noses rubbed against each other slightly because of their small breathing, Xia Bai'an blinked: "But I'm still afraid, I know you did nothing wrong, if you don't kill them, both Mrs. Lin and I may die... But I just ..."

"Get used to this." Mo Che emphasized to her again, but his fingertips trembled slightly, and the darkness in his eyes became more and more intense.

Xia Bai'an still blinked, and met Mo Che's eyes with some puzzlement.

"I do not know."

"Promise me." Mo Che's voice was slightly raised, as if with a tremolo, and he moved closer, their noses almost bumping into each other, with pain, "Or, do you want to give up because of these things?" leave me?"

Leaving Mo Che...

It is not impossible.

Xia Bai thought with peace of mind that she was not Mo Che's real wife in the first place, and Mo Che was a scheming man who would not be emotional. From the very beginning, she even wanted to find an ordinary person in the book to spend her life in peace. .

Leaving Mo Che might be a better choice.

But she couldn't speak.

She met Mo Che's deep and dark eyes, listened to his trembling ending, felt the movement of him holding her face carefully, and bumping into the tip of her nose in a panic, she couldn't say the word no.

She didn't understand why either.

But if you don't refuse, you can only choose to accept it.

My thoughts gradually became clearer.

Xia Bai'an's dull eyes also gradually lit up, she suddenly showed a faint smile, and raised her arms to hug the man in front of her: "I don't want to leave you for the time being, so I will listen to you and get used to it."

As she spoke, she was about to stand up and face the corpses.

But Mo Che hugged him tightly, bowed his head in disordered breathing, and rubbed the tip of his nose against the top of her hair: "I'll take you to heal."

"But I haven't looked at those things yet to get used to... Mmm!"

Does he want to bury himself with his chest muscles!

Xia Bai'an wants to cry but has no tears.

But Mo Che just hugged her and left the courtyard temporarily, and didn't bother to pay attention to the chaotic Lin Mansion. Instead, he was arranged by the maid to a small courtyard nearby, and only then did he let Xia Bai'an, who was panting heavily, go.

"Huh... I really thought I was going to be suffocated to death by your embrace, do you have any quirks about hugging bears!"

Xia Bai'an accused with a red face.

God knows this man has only woken up from a coma for a few months, why is his thin body exercising so well now.

Really want to suffocate in his arms!

Xia Bai'an held his throat and panted heavily.

On the contrary, the instigator looked calm and calm. Mo Che poured some water for her, then took off her blood-soaked bandage, looked at the re-opened wound inside, and frowned: "What's going on?" ?”

Xia Bai'an was stunned.

Oops.

This is what I did with the long sword just now.

The long sword...is still in the courtyard!

That is the treasure left by my old man!

Xia Bai'an got up and rushed out. Before he reached the door, he saw the door was pushed open. A young servant was holding the long sword she had dropped, wiped the dust from his face, and asked, "Miss Xia, is this sword?" ..."

"Yes!"

Xia Bai'an's eyes lit up, and he hurried over to hold the long sword in his arms, and wiped the cuff clean.

The boy said: "At first we thought it was the thief's sword, but we didn't expect this sword to be ordinary, and it really belonged to Miss Xia."

"That's not true, this is the treasure left by my ancestors, even in the sea of ​​fire..."

Xia Bai'an's voice stopped abruptly.

She mechanically turned her head to look at Mo Che.

Mo Che was still holding her medicine box in his hand, staring at the long sword in her hand: "Good sword!"

"..."

Like scolding her.

Moreover, how would she explain that she suddenly had an extra sword?

She dealt with the boy first, and stood by the door helplessly holding the long sword in her hand.

At this time, if you confess that you have space, will you be sanctioned by heaven?Or will Mo Che treat him as a heretic and kill him?

It's all possible.

But not to mention, Mo Che is not so easy to deal with.

What can I do, my life is over!

Xia Bai'an's soul seemed to come out of her mouth, she just hugged the long sword in her arms tighter, looked up at Mo Che cautiously, and said directly: "Actually, I stole this from the thief, so good It would be a pity if I didn't make an excuse to keep it as a murder weapon."

Mo Che's expression became very strange.