Lengao Sword Spirit, Husband, are you good or bad?

Chapter 12 Who is crazy
Yun Se looked at him in astonishment, and was about to slap her hand without even thinking about it.

But Mo Fei was very strong, and it seemed that he was just grabbing it easily, but he seemed to be fixed by iron cuffs, unable to move an inch.

"Mo Fei! Let go!" Yun Se stared at him coldly, breathing out of rhythm.

In her last life, she lived so long that she had never had a skin-to-skin relationship with Mo Fei!

Mo Fei seemed unable to hear her words, except for the cold and deep eyes, there was no other emotion.

Yunse's hand was held by him, and there was a loud beating in his heart, his fingers curled up unconsciously, and his nails were digging hard at the small wooden table.

Mo Fei's hands are very cold, he is a sword spirit, he will not have temperature, let alone emotion.

Just like him, like a thousand-year-old ice, cold and arrogant, he has a cold attitude towards everyone.

Feeling Yunse's temperature, Mo Fei's eyes moved, and his thumb brushed the back of her hand, blood immediately flowed out, bright red and hot.

The back of Yunse's hand suddenly hurt, what on earth is this man trying to do!
Any part of Mo Fei's body can be turned into a sharp weapon, extremely sharp.

Mo Fei naturally ignored her, rubbing her blood repeatedly.

Her blood was really hot.

It wasn't an accident last time, but her blood really changed.

What made her cold blood boil.

Seeing that he was a little absent-minded, Yun Se immediately withdrew her hand and said sharply: "Get out!"

Mo Fei wiped his hands with the handkerchief on the table, and walked up to her to touch her hand.

Yunse shrank back very quickly, raised her hand and was about to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist and shoulder instead.

Mo Fei twisted violently, and Yun Se knelt down on the couch, groaning.

His right arm was pressed by him, and she struggled a few times: "Crazy! What are you doing!"

"Wipe the blood." Mo Fei spat out two words indifferently.

While speaking, Yunse felt the handkerchief rubbing against the back of her hand.

This strength is not like wiping blood, it is trying to grind her skin!

Mo Fei looked at the red handkerchief, paused for a moment, the arrogance in her eyes remained unchanged, and suddenly let go.

Yun Se jumped forward, and immediately supported with the other hand, so as not to let herself fall.

"Mo Fei, you..." As soon as Yun Se turned around, there was a black shadow pressing down, with a heavy aura, overwhelming.

Mo Fei put his hands on her sides, and there was no emotion in his deep eyes. The two of them were very close, and if they were any closer, the tip of his nose would bump into hers.

His black hair slid onto her body, where it fell and tangled with hers.

Yun Se didn't dare to breathe, with his hands behind his back, his dark eyes showed her panicked appearance.

She couldn't help laughing at herself, after being reborn, she was still played by him like this!
As soon as Yunse put her hand on his shoulder and before she pushed it away, she felt a stabbing pain in her waist, which made her body numb from the pain. She bit her lower lip tightly, and insisted on remaining silent.

Yun Se clasped his shoulders hard, looked down at his waist, the blood had already soaked his clothes.

She was injured by Yun Yuling there, and the wound didn't heal anyway. She is used to the pain, so it won't affect her on weekdays.

Now the wound was pushed open by Mo Fei, the flesh turned outwards, the wound was throbbing with pain, her body was tense and still shaking, fine sweat oozes from her forehead.

"Let go!" Yun Se was so strong that he was about to crush his shoulder bones.

Mo Fei didn't care too much: "The injury from the blood whip needs to be healed with spiritual power."

"Then you don't need to treat him!" Yun Se took advantage of his unguardedness, pushed him away, and quickly fell down.

Before he could stand still, he felt his body vacated, and fell back heavily on the couch, his head hit the corner of the table so hard that he felt dizzy for a while, and his eyes turned black.

Mo Fei's right hand was placed on her wound, and the red light lit up. The cold touch made Yun Se tremble violently, and then felt a strong spiritual power covering the wound.

"Your blood cannot be wasted."

Boiling spirit-controlling blood is very rare.

Yunse's previous spirit-controlling blood had no temperature, and was cooler than his ancient sword spirit.

The person who controls the ancient sword spirit must have something extraordinary.

Now, she finally has one.

After Yunse was released by him, he was covered in sweat, as if he had died once.

Yun Se kept a distance from him: "Now you can go out!"

"Here." Mo Fei pinched her chin, and brushed her thumb across her lower lip, leaving a circle of bloody tooth marks.

Snapped!
Yunse slapped his hand away in a strong reaction, her breathing was rapid, her ears were red, she sucked the wound on her lower lip, and there was a faint smell of blood in her mouth.

After Mo Fei left, Yunse leaned limply on the low table, her heart throbbing, and her red ears hadn't faded.

Mo Fei's icy temperature still remained on his chin, whether he was crazy or she was crazy.

(End of this chapter)