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The moment she turned around, he noticed her bloody arm; he noticed the tear that she couldn't hold back and left in the air...

At the moment she left, his body also collapsed.

"Mo Jia!" Yan Xihua rushed to his side and asked anxiously, "How are you doing?"

His hair, under her gaze, instantly turned silver, and his eyes also exuded a mysterious color, blood red like blood.Holding his trembling body, Yan Xihua was so anxious that tears flowed, knowing that he needed a lot of willpower to last just a few seconds, her heart hurt even more, "I'm going to find someone help!"

Just as she was about to leave, Mo Jia grabbed her. Although her whole body was exhausted, the hand that held her was extremely strong.

Suppressing the pain in his body, he shook his head.

"Why?" Yan Xihua fell to the ground, looking at him sadly, "Why didn't you follow her..."

She was about to blurt out the words, but stopped again.

Mo Jia's eyes were slightly closed, trembling, "You can't let Grandpa know about this."

Yan Xihua bit her lips, "You want to save her, don't you?"

For a whole afternoon, he would rather be with her and endure the pain alone than go to that woman!

He tried his best to calm down his disordered breathing, but his eyes became a little blurred and erratic, "She lives so enthusiastically...what right do I have...to take her life..."

"However, if she hadn't swallowed the rune beads back then, how could you have endured so many years of pain in vain? If you don't have the heart to hurt her, then who will be responsible for you?" Yan Xihua almost lost control. Mo Jia who Su Huan fantasized about.

Mo Jia slowly closed his eyes, his lips trembling slightly.

"Mo Jia, how are you?" Yan Xihua looked at him nervously, her eyes widened.

He gently held her hand, the silver hair bloomed gorgeously on his body, and said softly, "Promise me, don't tell anyone... Tonight, I will get through it."

Tears clouded her vision.

Yan Xihua took a deep breath and nodded, "I know."

Even though she really humiliated Su Huanhuan just now, Mo Jia's "refusal" just shattered all her self-confidence.

Mo Jia is not a good man or a believer. She has seen with her own eyes that he took dozens of lives in the blink of an eye with his bare hands. What a picture of Shura's purgatory, alive and bloody, he didn't even frown.

Kindness has never been his motto.

But he pities her.

Pity, that woman named Su Huanhuan...

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Huan Huan returned to the room alone, bleeding from the wound that Yan Xihua had torn apart.It hurts, but it's not as good as her heart at this moment.

"Phantom..."

A fiery red shadow approached quietly and sat beside her.Seeing her bleeding wound, he frowned, raised his little paw, stroked it back and forth, and the blood miraculously stopped.

But at this time, Huanhuan couldn't feel it at all, whether it was pain or not.

"Okay!" Chi Feng was very proud, but when he raised his eyes, his face fell down again, "Huan Huan, you are crying~"

Huanhuan lowered her head, tears dripping down her cheeks.

Her chest was so congested, as if all her emotions were stagnated there, making it impossible for her to breathe.

"Huan Huan, don't cry, don't cry~" Chi Feng flew up, wiping her tears clumsily with his small paws, "If someone bullies you, Chi Feng will teach him a lesson for you!"

Huanhuan cried even harder, twitching, just shaking his head.

Chifeng doesn't know how to comfort others, especially a girl, so she can only sit across from her holding tissue boxes, handing them one by one, and said in frustration, "Don't cry, Huanhuan, Chifeng will listen to you in the future, won't Get into trouble again!"

Chifeng found sadly that it was very afraid of seeing the child's tears.

Huanhuan just shook his head and didn't speak.

She couldn't tell a divine beast that she was hurt, and hurt very hurt.Knowing that it was destined to end without a cause, she still couldn't help but want to fly moths to the flame.

After crying enough, she fell on the bed and closed her eyes in a daze.

Chi Feng sat opposite her, with a pair of big round eyes, staring at her vigorously, after confirming that she was asleep, he flew up, grabbed the quilt with his little paws, and covered her well.

Flying into the air, looking at her, the two small horns on the top of the head drooped down listlessly, "Hey, Chi Feng doesn't want anything to happen to Mo Jia, and he doesn't want anything to happen to you either! But, what should I do?"

It hovered in the room in distress for a long time, but couldn't think of a way, which made its belly swell and its golden luster gradually became brighter. Finally, it decided to go outside to release the excess fire...

Huanhuan had nightmares all night. There was Zi Yin who kept chasing her with a knife, Yan Xihua who kept mocking her, and finally, Mo Jia's cold and heartless face...

She opened her eyes suddenly, sweating all over her body.

The second she opened her eyes, she was stunned, staring blankly at the man sitting by the bed.

Mo Jia's face returned to normal, her long black hair was always casually scattered behind her head, with a bandage in her hand, she was re-binding her wound.

Sitting in the morning light, he is really beautiful and immortal.

Huanhuan blinked his eyes, told himself that he was still dreaming, so he simply closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Mo Jia was so fierce to her yesterday, how could he bandage his own wound?

Therefore, dreaming must be dreaming.

"How did this injury come about?"

His low questioning voice woke her up.

Huan Huan widened his eyes and stared at him in disbelief, "You...how do you..."

Mo Jia raised his eyes, the black pupils were full of bewilderment, and there was a faint trace of fatigue in the bottom of the eyes.

"I ask you, where did this injury come from?"

It looked like a knife wound, and it was very deep.

Confirming that she was really not dreaming, Huanhuan turned her complicated eyes away, pressed her lips tightly, and refused to say anything for a long time.

what is this?After she confirmed her identity, he began to give her endless fantasies. Does he have to be happy when she is so hurt that she can't breathe anymore?

Mo Jia just gave her a deep look, got up and left the room.

Hearing the sound of the door, Huan Huan turned around, bit his lip, and buried his face deeply in the pillow.

Last night, the pain he gave was so clear that it was time for her to wake up. When she lost the most precious thing, she still needed to guard her heart. At least, she would not be completely lost.