Legend of Yan Wu

Jintong looked at Han Mo in horror, swallowed and asked weakly, "You... did you hear that?"

"Ahem..." Han Mo became embarrassed when he heard the words, so he could only pretend to be stupid and said in a daze: "No, what did you hear?"

With Han Mo's words, Jintong breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said: "It's okay." Glancing thoughtfully outside the cave, he said: "The rain probably won't stop for a while, otherwise you and Let me tell you about your past."

"Before?" There was a wry smile on the corner of Han Mo's mouth, and he curled his lips and said, "Okay, but... my past is all sad things, just don't laugh at me."

"How could it be?" At first, Jintong thought that Han Mo would definitely refuse, but when he saw Han Mo agreeing, he couldn't help trembling, nodded with a smile, and waited for Han Mo to speak.

Hearing the pattering rain outside, Han Mo sighed, and told what happened three years ago. He didn't hide the hardships he had suffered, and the pain hidden in his heart for many years seemed to be released. Han Mo's tone of voice Also get excited.

Jintong opened her mouth even more when she heard that, biting her lips lightly, feeling the sadness in Han Mo's tone, and her eyes couldn't help getting moist.

"You have spent three years like this?" Jintong looked at Han Mo with some distress, but she didn't expect that there was so much sadness hidden in Han Mo's seemingly peaceful heart.

"Alas." After a while, Han Mo sighed, with a flash of sharpness in his eyes, and said with a light smile, "Although the matter is over, it has undoubtedly become my motivation. I am unwilling to be bullied, let alone my family being bullied."

Sensing Han Mo's shortness of breath, Jintong nodded lightly. In comparison, her life was so beautiful. If she had suffered like Han Mo's, she would have been crushed long ago.

"Everything is strength. If you don't have strength, others will look down on you." Han Mo said helplessly.

Jin Tong didn't understand these things. He used to be the most talented descendant in the family, but now that his strength was sealed, let alone improving his strength, it would be pretty good if he could keep it.

Han Mo saw that Jintong's expression was also extremely strange, he hesitated and asked, "Why don't you tell me about you, your strength seems to be very strange."

When asked about the most important thing, a trace of anxiety flashed in Jintong's heart, and the expression on his face suddenly froze. He glanced weakly at Han Mo and said, "Actually, it's nothing, it's just... I asked for it, and I can't blame others."

"What do you mean?" Han Mo asked curiously, always feeling that there must be something tricky in it, and the strength displayed by Jin Tongduo is also extremely wrong. It looks very strong, but there is a feeling of powerlessness.

"Han Mo, I beg you not to ask if it's okay." Jintong's eyes suddenly changed and begged, as if Han Mo asked her that she had to say it, making it difficult for Jintong to refuse.

"It's okay, I won't ask if you don't want to say it, hehe." Han Mo didn't ask any more when he saw this, but he was still extremely curious, tightened the clothes covering his body, coughed a few times, and said, "That... you Do you have clothes for boys?"

"Uh... how come I have boys' clothes, otherwise you can wear mine." Jintong said with a reddish face.

"Ahem, it's not very good, how can I wear your clothes as a big boy." Han Mo said with a twitch of his mouth, asking him to wear a girl's clothes, it is better to kill him directly.

Jintong glanced at Han Mo whose shoulders were exposed outside, frowned suddenly, pulled the clothes wrapped around Han Mo's chest, looked at Han Mo's fair chest, and said with surprise: "Han Mo, where is your wound?" ?" Jin Tong's pupils couldn't help shrinking, at this time, except for some dried blood stains on Han Mo's body, all the previous scars disappeared.

Han Mo hurriedly pulled back his clothes, covered his chest tightly, coughed a few times and said, "I told you it's fine, I'll heal quickly, and some skin injuries will heal soon."

Han Mo was startled by Jintong's actions, just now he thought Jintong was going to moles him, ahem.

Jin Tong still frowned when she heard the words, looked at Han Mo's fair skin and said thoughtfully, "It's really weird, it got better so quickly, so will your face get better too?" Jin Tong said and looked forward to it Looking at Han Mo anxiously, she really hoped that the scars on Han Mo's face would recover soon, so that if her handsome face was disfigured by herself, she would really feel guilty a thousand times.

Han Mo nodded: "It should be, it doesn't matter if it's good or not, I don't care."

"How can you not care?" Jintong was furious when he heard the words, put his hands on his waist and said angrily: "This is your own face, how many people will be sad if such a handsome face is ruined like this, I am not willing to touch it myself That guy Liu Kuang actually made it like this, you must pay attention in the future, this way..." After speaking well, he suddenly realized that he seemed a little too excited, his cheeks flushed, and he explained in a flustered expression: "No, I mean Zi Yan will be sad, yes, Zi Yan..."

"You don't like me too, do you?" Han Mo looked at Jintong calmly and asked softly.

Han Mo's words immediately made Jintong's head groan, and his gaze didn't even react for a while, and he seemed a little dull.

Feeling that the atmosphere became awkward again, Han Mo had no choice but to stop talking about it. Now he must hurry up to recover his strength, and it would be troublesome not to wait for Liu Kuang and others to find him.

"Han Mo." A long while later, when Han Mo was about to meditate, Jintong called out softly, and the soft voice made Han Mo's bones numb.

"Cough cough, Jintong." Han Mo coughed a few times, looking at Jintong with gentle eyes, he became nervous for the first time.

Jintong bit her lips lightly, staring at Han Mo with eyes that were about to drip water, Han Mo was quickly defeated when her eyes met, and after a moment of dodging his eyes, he said awkwardly: "Ahem, Liu Kuang may soon It will come after us, let’s talk about it first.”

"Jin Tong!" But before Han Mo could react, Jin Tong jumped up and hugged Han Mo tightly without saying a word. The sudden scene left Han Mo at a loss.

"Han Mo." Jintong shouted softly again, stopping what Han Mo was about to say, and said first: "Han Mo, you answer me now, how did you answer Zi Yan when she said that, I want to listen to you My own opinion."

Hearing this, Han Mo was taken aback again, his body straightened stiffly, and he didn't know where to put his hands. After a long while, he had no choice but to sigh helplessly: "Jin Tong, what do you mean? Don't make trouble, okay? I'll take care of your sister's affairs." It's annoying enough, you're like this..."

"Answer me!" Jintong ignored Han Mo's words, and asked again, but this time the tone was obviously different, mixed with a faint grievance, Han Mo couldn't imagine that the two sisters usually had cold hearts so hot.

After hesitating for a long time, Han Mo had no choice but to sigh: "I have no idea, I really don't want to see you cry because of me, really, I don't want anyone to be sad because of me, I have self-knowledge, how can I, Han Mo, be worthy?" I deserve you."

"I want to listen to your own thoughts. If there is no such woman, would you accept Ziyan?" Jintong still asked on his own.

Han Mo is helpless now, and spits out a dirty breath: "Actually, if there is no Linger, maybe I will accept Zi Yan, but I can't let Linger down, I must listen to Linger, Linger can't accept it. I definitely can't accept it."

"That means there is still a chance?" The corners of Jintong's mouth also curled up a little.

"Uh... this..." Han Mo couldn't answer Jintong's question for a while, he leaned over and tried to break away from Jintong, but Jintong hugged him even tighter, smelling the faint fragrance from Jintong's body , the tip of Han Mo's nose felt sour again, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.

"Han Mo, I like you too, I really, really like you." After a long while, Jintong closed her eyes and said, as if she had a feeling of going all out.

"What?" Han Mo was stunned again when he heard the words. During this period of time, his nerves were really torn. Although he had felt Jintong's affection for a long time ago, Han Mo thought that Jintong's indifference was just his own illusion. Now it seems no.

"Ziyan can do it, so can I. I believe that Ziyan won't care about me, and I believe that your goddess won't care about this matter, because your excellence cannot be possessed by one person alone." Jintong said The tighter the hug became, some wounds on the back of Han Mo's waist hadn't healed yet, and the pain from being hugged by Jin Tong made Han Mo's muscles twitch.

Han Mo moved back with difficulty, opened his mouth and said, "Well, Jintong, can you get up first, your...scent on your body...is a bit..." After Han Mo finished speaking, he remembered the girl who was also in the cave before. In one scene, the scent on Jintong's body made Han Mo almost lose his mind.

Jintong naturally knew what Han Mo was talking about, a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she slowly raised her head and looked at Han Mo affectionately, saying: "Han Mo, if you can't hold back, don't hold back."

"What... what do you mean?" Han Mo looked at Jintong's charming eyes, his defense almost collapsed, he swallowed, and moved back again.

But just when Han Mo moved a little, Jintong threw Han Mo who was half sitting, and the two of them were almost close to each other. Han Mo could clearly feel Jintong's faint breathing.

Jintong put his hand into the clothes covering Han Mo's body, and gently stroked Han Mo's chest with his fingertips. The two touched Han Mo's whole body, and he wanted to get up, but Jintong pressed even tighter. Putting his lips next to Han Mo's ear, he whispered, "Don't move, or I'll take you directly."

"puff!"

Jintong's words directly made Han Mo angry. May I ask which man can withstand such torture? Even if Han Mo's heart is firm, he can't bear it. Smelling the strange fragrance, Han Mo simply closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually changed. In a hurry, the touch from his chest made Han Mo feel like having a nosebleed.

"Han Mo, do you like me too?" Seeing that Han Mo chose to acquiesce, Jintong smiled sweetly.

Han Mo hesitated for a moment and opened his eyes, looked at Jintong in a daze, nodded after a while, then shook his head again and said: "I don't know, it's just...the feeling for you is a little different, as for what is different, I can’t even say that.”

Jintong immediately burst into joy when she heard the words. She had always been worried that Han Mo would directly reject her, but how could she be embarrassed by how she always wanted to save face? Gritting her teeth, Jintong simply closed her eyes, pouted her pretty lips and talked directly to Han Mo. Mo's lips were printed together.