Bond of Smiling Proud

After that day, Dongfang didn't seem to care about Wen Mu's reply.

It's just that the time to come to the bamboo building is more and more on weekdays.Reading, tasting tea, and playing chess are as elegant as a hidden scholar.

Sometimes he has a strong smell of blood on his body.But the clothes on his body were spotless, without a trace of blood.

Wen Mu knew that his martial arts should be getting better and better.

She began to stare blankly at him occasionally unconsciously.And every time at this time, when he noticed her gaze on him, he would turn his head and slightly raise the corners of his lips to her, his eyes gentle and calm.

And at that moment, those dark and cold things that remained on his body melted away like ice and snow without a trace.In front of her was nothing but an elegant and gentle young man like jade.

In late autumn, around the bamboo building, people I didn't know slowly began to appear.

They do not set foot in her courtyard.And Dongfang would go out to meet them, and they half-kneeled in front of him with respectful expressions.

Wen Mu restrained Xiao Wu and tried not to go out and contact with strangers.

As for those matters, Dongfang did not avoid her.So she knew that he had two loyal subordinates, one named Tong Baixiong and the other named Sang Sanniang.

She also knew his full name, Dongfang Bubai.

Such an arrogant and disdainful name.But in front of her, there was no sharp edge at all.

until that day.

Xiao Wu was sent to the Enlightenment School in the village, while Wen Mu went up to the mountain to collect herbs, when he heard a sudden wind coming from behind his head.

She bent down vigilantly to avoid it, and then a figure flashed in front of her eyes, followed by the crisp sound of clashing swords.Looking back, I realized that it was a man in black who had rebuilt the bamboo building before, and he was fighting with a ferocious man.

She was stunned for a moment, when she heard the man in black shouting to her, "Girl, go!" She quickly came to her senses and ran down the mountain.

However, within a short while, the sound of fighting behind him stopped.Her shoulder blade hurt, and the cold blade pierced through her left shoulder, followed by a heavy palm on her back, her legs went limp, and she knelt down on the ground.

Then the body was picked up, and the big man carried her on his shoulders, and quickly rushed down the mountain.

Wen Mu could feel the blood soaking through the clothes on his shoulders, dripping down his wrists and dripping down his fingertips.The cool wind in late autumn rushed towards my face, taking away the temperature of my skin, almost freezing the blood in the wound.

Painful, but sober.She could even clearly see the corners of Dongfang's pursed lips, and his clenched fingers by his side.

His usually clear and peaceful pupils were dark, without a trace of warmth.The corners of his lips were slightly raised, with a hint of dangerous and bloodthirsty coldness.

The big man held her in front of him, with the sharp blade tightly pressed against her neck, as if he could cut her throat with just a slight breath.

Then she heard Dongfang's depressed and deep voice, which rang in her ears, "Xiang Wentian, what do you want?"

The big man snorted coldly, "As long as you abolish your martial arts, I will let her go."

Behind him is Sang Sanniang who didn't know when to come.A stern look flashed between her brows and eyes, and she said unhappily, "Vice Hierarch..."

Wen Mu coughed softly, raised his hand to cover his lips with difficulty, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

She saw Dongfang's eyebrows slightly frowned, and his eyes fell on her, looking extremely worried, she couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of her lips, and smiled at him.

Dongfang paused slightly.

Afterwards, she raised her hand and gently held Xiang Wentian's arm lying in front of her neck, where there happened to be a shallow knife wound from the previous fight.

After a few breaths, Xiang Wentian's movements froze for a moment, and a rich blue color appeared on his face.And Dongfang shot at the same time, with a flash of his figure, he was slapped tens of meters away with a palm, and was restrained by Sang Sanniang neatly.And Wen Mu was caught by him, and his strong arms were tightly folded, holding her limp body tightly in his arms.

He put his hands on her back in a panic, pouring a steady stream of true energy into her body, trying to protect her heart veins.The other hand pressed her head into his bosom, his voice was still trembling, "Xiao Mu, I implicated you..."

Wen Mu coughed a few times, shook his head, and said softly, "It's okay, I don't hurt." He paused again, and said slowly and clearly, "It really doesn't hurt."

Dongfang was slightly taken aback.

"And..." Wen Mu took a breath, slowly pushed away his support, covered the wound with his good right hand, and explained in a low voice, "Although there is no wound, my blood... it's better to be less stained."

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