Red pupils appear! Control time! The reborn daughter explodes

Feng Jingyou shook his head and signaled Mo Wuchen to stop.

Mo Wuchen hesitated for a moment, but finally withdrew his hand.

"make you worry."

Feng Jingyou rubbed Mo Wuchen's palm to ease his bad mood.

Mo Wuchen tidied her hair, and said with a hint of anger in his gentleness: "Don't do this next time."

"Don't do this next time."

Feng Jingyou said this with him.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"There's really nothing I can do against you."

Mo Wuchen gently scratched the tip of Feng Jingyou's nose.

Feng Jingyou slowly stood up and leaned on Mo Wuchen's shoulder: "After all, he helped me before, this time I will just consider it as repaying his kindness."

"If I don't help him, he might gradually become demented and eventually go crazy."

Mo Wuchen knew what Feng Jingyou was thinking.

She doesn't like owing others anything.

But Qilong and Yun Chuche's plan to frame him was a thorn in Feng Jingyou's heart.

She couldn't forgive Chiron.

But just because Qilong once protected her - even if she had ten thousand reasons not to save Qilong, she would also have ten thousand reasons to save Qilong.

"I don't want you to hurt your body like this."

Mo Wuchen looked into Feng Jingyou's eyes and said seriously.

Her blood does have miraculous effects.

But every time she bled, it hurt her greatly.

It can be said that letting out all this blood is consuming her inner strength.

Feng Jingyou raised her eyes and looked at Mo Wuchen, her eyes curved and her lips curled into a smile.

"As you command, my Lord Evil God."

This trick is very useful to Mo Wuchen.

When she smiled, Mo Wuchen could no longer be angry with her.

"But speaking of bloodletting, it seems that the person who originally bled me is very close."

Feng Jingyou thought of their previous encounter in the ancient continent of Hades.

In order to suppress the death energy in Mo Wuchen's body, she fed him blood.

Mo Wuchen put his hand on his chest: "I repent."

Feng Jingyou smiled and patted Mo Wuchen's shoulder: "In order to repay me, you have no choice but to pledge yourself to me."

Mo Wuchen held Feng Jingyou's hand in return.

His eyes moved from her fingertips to her eyes.

"I am willing to devote myself to you for all my life."

A smile as bright as a flower bloomed on Feng Jingyou's face, and the corners of her lips were filled with a lingering sweetness.

"Okay, don't worry, Master Jing will definitely marry you."

Mo Wuchen moved his right hand, shortening the distance between him and Feng Jingyou. The unique and refreshing fragrance of Mo Wuchen bloomed at the tip of Feng Jingyou's nose, and she felt comfortable.

With Mo Wuchen by her side, she always feels particularly at ease.

"So when does Master Jing plan to marry me?"

Mo Wuchen's voice was tender and the ending tone was like a mellow wine, which directly attracted Feng Jingyou's heart.

Feng Jingyou gently lifted Mo Wuchen's chin and looked at him with her beautiful eyes.

"Well, she is quite pretty. Let me think about it carefully."

Mo Wuchen looked at the beautiful lady and breathed deeply.

His breath brushed across Feng Jingyou's forehead. He slowly lowered his body and pressed down with his thin lips.

By the time Feng Jingyou reacted, her lips and teeth had been pried open, the faint fragrance of tea wafted in the air, and Mo Wuchen's warm palm covered the back of her neck.

Feng Jingyou hugged Mo Wuchen's neck and responded to him in a youthful tone.

Mo Wuchen's eyes darkened after receiving a response. The kiss became increasingly intense, moving to the neck and then gradually moving down.

His hands clasped Feng Jingyou, his veins tense.

Mo Wuchen's whole body was extremely tense, and his heavy breathing sounded like a wild beast lurking in wait.

Feng Jingyou's breathing became disordered and his mind went blank.

Mo Wuchen's eyes turned red, and his rationality gradually collapsed under the fusion of tongues.

Suddenly.

The cold touch of his fingertips sobered him up a little. He suppressed his inner restlessness and stopped his movements as quickly as possible.

He gently tidied Feng Jingyou's clothes, and his red eyes proved that he was not feeling well at the moment.

He was trying hard to suppress his desire.

Feng Jingyou held his hand: "You don't have to endure it."

Mo Wuchen is the only one in her life.

In her eyes, Mo Wuchen had already been her husband.

Mo Wuchen smiled gently, his voice was hoarse and low, with a strong sense of lust.

"Wait until the wedding."

He gently kissed Feng Jingyou on the forehead, waved his hand, and hurried away to take a cold shower.

Feng Jingyou looked at Mo Wuchen's back and felt touched.

It turned out that - without realizing it, she and Mo Wuchen had been together for so long.

From the top of the sky to the continent of miracles - for him, she gave up everything at the top of the sky and reincarnated together.

From the Continent of Miracles to the Continent of Tianyao - he exchanged power for her, lived and died with her, and was bound to her forever.

From Tianyao Continent to Minggu Continent - for her, he was willing to draw out his divine power, inject the aura of death, and gamble his life to protect her.

It turns out that we have come so far, and it turns out that we will still go far.

Along the way, she met too many unfaithful people.

But Mo Wuchen had never been false at all, and she would never doubt his sincerity towards her.

Her life was not smooth, but with Mo Wuchen's company, she felt less lonely.

..

"Where's Jingyou? I want to see Jingyou."

Qilong came to the Song family and clamored to see Feng Jingyou.

He remembered it all.

The head of the Song family naturally would not let him in.

This is Feng Jingyou's enemy. Who knows what will happen if he is let in.

Song Wenshi also knew the whole story.

She came in front of Qilong and vented her anger for Feng Jingyou: "Why are you yelling? Don't you know what your relationship with her is? Go back quickly, we don't welcome you."

Qi Long was a little anxious: "I know I did something wrong, and I don't expect her forgiveness, but I have to see her."

Song Wenshi looked at Qilong with disdain.

"Don't worry, she won't forgive you, and I can't meet you. You can leave now."

Qi Long asked worriedly, "How is she now?"

Feng Jingyou must have wasted a lot of effort saving him.

His backlash cannot be cured by ordinary people.

Song Wenshi crossed his arms over his chest and snorted coldly: "Thanks to you, she is in a coma."

"If you still have a conscience, get out of here and don't let us Jingyou see you."

"What bad luck."

Qilong frowned, "I'm sorry."

Song Wenshi snorted again: "What's the use of saying sorry?"

"I hate men like you who are full of lies. Go away and don't let her see you."

Qilong still had no intention of leaving.

"No, I really have something urgent to talk to her about. Can you let me in?"

"Can't--"

Song Wenshi decisively refused.

"She doesn't want to see you, please go away."

"Please make it clear that you are not friends, but enemies - do you still want to go in and kill her?"

Qilong gritted his teeth and seemed to have made some kind of decision.

"Please tell her - I know where her father is."

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