Transmigrating into the Idiot Fifth Miss: Stunning Crazy Concubine

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Luo Liuling snorted, and didn't believe Mo Huan's words at all, the dagger in his hand shone coldly and sharply among the plum trees. ()

"Take your life."

When Mo Huan heard Luo Liuling's words, the corners of his mouth twitched and his facial features twisted together, trembling all over, what did she say?

With his life, he can't beat her at all, and he is not her opponent. [

"Grandma, I really wasn't sent by anyone, I entered this plum blossom maze by mistake!"

Mo Huan anxiously explained that the twitching of his temples was really painful.

It's downright bad.

The sword qi overlapped and struck through the air, the plum blossom grove of swords and swords, and the sound of weapons intersecting crackled.

Naturally, Mo Huan couldn't reveal his identity. At this moment, he should keep himself talking.

Every time Luo Liuling swung the dagger, the surrounding air almost froze.The petals of the plum blossoms are falling one after another, and the branches are all bald.

"Say, who is your allegiance to?"

Another strong wind swept away, and Mo Huan quickly backed away. A strand of hair was slowly cut off by the dagger in Luo Liuling's hand, and flew in the wind along with the plum blossoms.

Mo Huan waved his hands again and again, and said in a very sincere voice, "I just came to admire the plum blossoms. I am a native of Yunguo, and I have no allegiance to anyone. I never expected to get lost in this plum blossom forest."

Mo Huan lied and didn't make drafts, and he made up stories from the beginning to the end. He didn't blush or breathe, and he reached the point of perfection.

"Appreciate the flowers, I think you are quite elegant?"

Luo Liuling raised her eyebrows, she only believed [-]% of what he said.

Mo Huan coughed and said, "How can I prove that I am not sent by anyone?"

He doesn't want to get entangled with her, he still has a lot of important things to do, so naturally he can't delay here.

"Die, you treat me as a three-year-old child."

Luo Liuling narrowed his eyes slightly, and the dagger flew towards Mo Huan as fast as a shooting star. Mo Huan gritted his teeth, touched the soft sword in his arms, and wanted to pull it out, but he still let go.

In just that instant, Luo Liuling's dagger reached Mo Huan's throat.

The hair fluttered slowly, and Luo Liuling looked at the man in front of him, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, she clearly saw his hand touching his waist just now.

"What's on your waist." [

Luo Liuling said coldly, holding the dagger in one hand, emitting a cold light.

"It's nothing." Mo Huan turned his head away and fell into this woman's hands. He really asked for it.

But feeling a hand stretched out quickly, Mo Huan's heart tightened, thinking she was going to kill him.

But he felt that his clothes were lifted up, and his neck was still intact.

"Why don't you draw your sword?"

Luo Liuling naturally saw the soft sword on Mo Huan's waist. It turned out that it was the soft sword he touched just now, but he didn't pull it out.

"Because I said before, I have no grievances or enmities with you." Mo Huan looked at Luo Liuling and smiled wryly.

After saying this, there was a moment of silence in the air. Mo Huan looked at the dagger on his neck, and then at Luo Liuling.

After a long time, when Mo Huan counted to the eighth plum blossom falling, Luo Liuling slowly let go of his hand.

He put the dagger back in his cuff, turned around, ignored Mo Huan's expression, and walked forward.

Subconsciously, Mo Huan touched his neck, the cold breath seemed to be still entwined around his neck, it's okay, it's okay.

Only then did he regain his senses, and when he turned his eyes, Luo Liuling's figure was about to disappear.