The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 302 Charm All Beings
Sensing the murderous aura reappearing behind him, Jun Moli twitched his mouth, took out the dagger from the ring without anyone noticing it, turned around and stabbed Leng Muxiang.

But before she dropped the dagger, she saw a smear of fire blocking her face, and took the palm abruptly.

Leng Muxiang froze slightly, her right hand stopped in mid-air stiffly.

She didn't seem to expect a person to appear suddenly and block that blow for Jun Moli.

"you……"

The corners of the mouth were raised slightly, and when Mo Ran looked at Leng Muxiang, there was an evil charm between his brows.

He raised his hand to hold her hand tightly, and put it on the spot where she dropped the palm on him just now: "Don't worry, I have rough skin and thick flesh, I can still bear this palm."

With his right hand held in his palm, Leng Muxiang met his purple pupils, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

This man looks so enchanting, exuding a fascinating magic power all over his body.

Lowering her head shyly, Leng Muxiang's cheeks became hot.

However, just as she was falling into her own sweet fantasy, the man in front of her face darkened, and her purple eyes were filled with a hint of gloom.

"It's okay to hurt this seat, but if you want to kill this woman, it's your fault."

After saying that, Leng Muxiang was slightly startled, and raised her head to look at the man in front of her in confusion.

Before she came back to her senses, Mo Ran held her hand hard suddenly.

"Crack..."

"what……"

The sound of bones breaking, accompanied by a scream, echoed throughout the room.

Mo Ran ruthlessly shook off her hand, patted her sleeve in distaste, and turned to look at Jun Moli with a half-smile, not paying attention to Leng Muxiang at all.

Holding her right hand in pain, Leng Muxiang raised her eyes to look at Jun Moli and the man in front of her, her eyes were full of unwillingness and deep anger.

Sweat kept pouring out from his forehead, and the sweat was like raindrops, dripping down his cheeks, occasionally one or two dripping into his eyes.

Jun Moli, I, Leng Muxiang, wrote down the revenge of today's Broken Arm!
Leng Muxiang supported Mo Ran's broken arm, turned around and left quickly.

In her current situation, she must find her master to heal her.

If the time is a little later, I am afraid that she will become a useless person in her life.

For a pharmacist, there is nothing terrible about not having a right hand.

But for a martial artist who cultivates Dou Qi, losing his right hand is like being abolished by someone, and it is no different from waste material.

Gritting his teeth, he quickly stepped out of the room.

Watching Leng Muxiang leave, Jun Moli put the dagger into the ring, turned to look at Mo Ran: "Why did you block this palm for me? With my skill, I can completely avoid it."

"I am worried about you, can't you see it?"

"..."

The light in his eyes moved slightly, and for the first time, Jun Moli's usually calm eyes showed fluctuations.

But she didn't say anything, and didn't know what to say.

The word "thank you" really felt a little pretentious to her, and she couldn't even say it.

"Are you worried about me?"

Slowly approaching Jun Moli, a smile appeared on the corner of Mo Ran's mouth.

He was used to seeing Jun Moli's indifference, but he didn't expect to find a trace of emotional fluctuation in her eyes today.

Although the fluctuations were not obvious, they were still caught by him one by one.

Is she really worried about herself?

"Are you worried?" Hearing what he said, Jun Moli was slightly taken aback.

Before she could figure out her own thoughts, she saw Mo Ran's charming smile, and his handsome and flawless cheeks slowly approached.

(End of this chapter)