The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 469 You want to be buried with me!

Xiahou Yihan's words flowed into Jun Mochen's heart like a cold wind.

He stared in astonishment, his eyes were full of disbelief, he——knew his identity!
There are very few remaining ancient families left behind, and few people know about them. It is precisely because of this that he speaks out about his life without hesitation.
Unexpectedly, with just this single name, the man in front of him could easily see through his identity.

It is true that Xie Wanrong has never heard of the name of this Jun family in his life, but judging by his expression, Xiahou Yihan is right.

She raised her eyebrows slightly: "Jun Mochen, it's not because of your Jun family. I tampered with the seventh-level silver bear, otherwise..."

Xie Wanrong's feet were nimble, and his figure was in a mess. Jun Mochen only felt his wrist loosen. He struggled to reach out to grab it, his feet went limp, and he fell to the ground again.

Xie Wanrong held on to the bell snatched from his wrist, and the corners of his lips curled slightly: "What kind of treasure is this?"

If it weren't for the ringing of the bell, the furious seventh-level silver bear would not have calmed down so quickly.

Jun Mochen tried to get up, but his legs and feet were weak. He glared angrily, thinking about the silver needle on his head, his handsome face turned red, "You have tampered with me!"

Xie Wanrong stared at the silver bell in his hand disapprovingly, and smiled unscrupulously: "It just so happens that I also know some medical principles, why don't you tell me what exactly your Jun family wants to create?"

She stepped forward, her eyes were cold, and the cold air was pressing: "This first step is a monster, and the second step!"

Jun Mochen raised his hand, pulled out the silver needle on his forehead without any method, but without a single flaw, his face became calm, "Give me back the things, I don't know what you are talking about."

Jun Mochen regained his composure, tried to stand up, narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly attacked Xie Wanrong with both hands, trying to snatch the silver bell from her hand.

Xie Wanrong sneered, she really was proficient in medical science, she sideways dodged his surprise attack, and stood behind Jun Mochen in a blink of an eye, she raised her foot and kicked out, Jun Mochen flew forward, face down, fell to the ground.

This Jun Mochen hides too many secrets.

"Xiao Rongrong, the seventh-level silver bear is moving! It... is going to be crushed, you all come out of the inn!" Jiaolong's loud and thick voice came.

"Ah! It's moving! It's moving! Everyone run!"

The people outside were shocked again.

Xie Wanrong straightened her eyebrows, turned her wrist, and the crisp silver bell sounded immediately, but the heavy footsteps of "Boom" didn't stop, but approached more and more.

"Little Wanrong, you go out first!" Xiahou Yihan stared at Jun Mochen on the ground, his eyes flickering slightly.

Xie Wanrong ignored his words, and with a wave of her hand, the Ziyu Qijue whip in her hand immediately circled Jun Mochen's neck. When she raised her hand, Jun Mochen flew down and landed in her hands again.

Xie Wanrong grabbed his neck, put the sharp snow silver dagger on his neck, and said in a low and soft voice, "Stop it, I know you have a way! Unless—— you want to be buried with me!"

As soon as the word burial came out, the entire inn was quiet for an instant, only the sound of shallow breathing was heard.

Jun Mochen was taken aback. The girl who seemed to be powerless, how could she be so——he lowered his eyes carefully, looking at the blade that was not too far away from him: "...give me the silver bell."

Xie Wanrong looked at him suspiciously, and Jun Mochen said quickly: "I'm in your hands, what am I afraid of what I can do? It's my contract beast, and naturally only I can control that silver bell."

(End of this chapter)