Chapter 176 Rescued, scum men and women roll into piles

I felt that the impact of death did not come. The body that flew straight out was taken away, and the momentum slowed down. Then a handsome and flawless face appeared in Mo Xuetong's eyes. The beautiful face should have shown an evil smile, but at this time, it was gloomy and horrible, and the frost was covered with his handsome face, and his eyes were like The Buddha is frozen, which makes people feel so cold.

Is it Shura? Legend has it that it is gorgeous and elegant, but it can kill the city in an instant, bathed in blood, Asura...

Full of domineering and deterrence, her eyes are almost vicious, as if they want to eat people.

However, Mo Xuetong did not feel any fear. She only felt that she had never been relaxed. The corners of her lips involuntarily loosened and wanted to show a relaxed smile. The sharp porcelain piece held tightly in her hand fell to the ground. Just as she wanted to speak, she found that her whole body could not move.

At this time, the tense nerves had gone into an extremely tired state. Seeing Feng Jue dyeing, I felt inexplicably relieved. I couldn't hear what he was saying in my ear. I only saw his beautiful lips gently say a few words, but nothing could fall into my ears.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out and smooth the anger in his eyes, but he was powerless to raise his hand. His head tilted and fell down heavily.

Feng Jueran saw that her body suddenly softened. She gave a fierce wink at the two people beside her, frowned angrily, and winced at the guards on both sides. Her eyes fell on Sima Lingyun, who had just climbed out of the carriage not far away. Sima Lingyun, who was covered with blood, could not see his face clearly, especially his face. The position, with blood on his face, scared the two people who had just come out from behind the tree.

The two people were hired to accompany Sima Lingyun to play such a play. When Sima Lingyun came out of the carriage, the two changed their positions. Sima Lingyun became a hero who saved the beauty. The next thing was still what they wanted to say. Mo Xuetong, a boudoir, was ruined by a reputation. Is it possible that she still want to justify it. .

But now this situation is unexpected by them. Looking at some people in the distance, they heard the strange movements here and ran over. Sima Lingyun lay on the ground and moaned. The woman flying out of the car fell into the arms of a handsome and evil man. The bloodthirsty and powerful momentum overwhelmed them. The two people hired only He is a hooligan on the street. Although he is only a man of the market, he is very knowledgeable.

The one is not easy to provoke at a glance. As an employer, Sima Lingyun didn't know his life or death. The two looked at each other and couldn't help but run away, but how could they make it in time? The shining knife flew by. One was a knife in the chest, and the tip of the knife passed through the chest; the other person cut his head directly, and the flying out fell on the proud one. Walk out of Mo Xuemin's feet on the street corner.

Looking at the frightened protruding eyes on the shaking head in front of her, Mo Xuemin didn't even have time to scream. As soon as her body softened, she fainted with Mo Xiu.

"Handle this place well." Feng Jue dyed a wide seal carefully wrapped in Mo Xuetong, and his eyes were cold and fierce as never before. The light in his pupils was getting colder and colder, with thick killing and gloom. The dragon had reverse scales and was dead.

With no need for him to order anything, the guards around him had already understood his meaning from his cold eyes and responded respectfully.

Seeing that the master dodged and left with someone in his arms, the two bodyguards were not slow. One came forward and pulled off Sima Lingyun's clothes, and the other dragged Mo Xuemin, who was still in the corner of the room. He also pulled her clothes in half. Because of the realistic action, Mo Xuemin's whole skirt was half torn. Come on...

The bodyguard who pulled away Sima Lingyun's clothes and kicked the pointed porcelain piece that Mo Xuetong fell on the ground to Mo Xuemin's hand. The blood-stained porcelain tip pierced the tip of Mo Xuemin's hand. Even in the fainting, Mo Xuemin's hand couldn't help pumping.

The bodyguard kicked Sima Lingyun to Mo Xuemin's side again. Sima Lingyun was injured, and his chest and face were stabbed several times. If it hadn't been for his understanding in his heart, he would have screamed long ago. He was severely kicked by the bodyguard. He only felt the injury on his body and couldn't help screaming and sliding a parabola in the air, straight It fell on Mo Xuemin, and his eyes were black with pain, and he almost fainted.

At this time, someone's voice came in the distance, approaching, and the noise came. Sima Lingyun's consciousness was still awake. He tried to raise his body without pressing Mo Xuemin under him. The continuous blows made him no longer have strength. His hand softened and pressed heavily on a soft body. His eyes was blood loss, pain and blurry. It's not clear!

Mo Xuetong woke up drowsily and looked at the light plain cloud-patterned bedside. The incense at the head of the bed emitted a light and calming fragrance, and she knew that she had now been in her room.

My head was very dizzy and a little painful. Just as I was about to reach out and rub it, I couldn't help shouting "ah" in pain.

The sole of my hand hurts like a tear, and there is a feeling of being tied tightly.

"You also know the pain, and it will also be painful. I thought you were a wooden man and knew everything. Why can't you show your ability now and can't even raise your hand?" Cold mocking words sounded in the dark. Taking advantage of the bright color of the snow outside the window, Mo Xuetong followed the direction of the sound and found that there was still someone in the room.

Hearing Mo Xuetong's voice, the man stood up. The purple dragon-patterned clothes flashed in the bright color and came over and looked at Mo Xuetong condescendingly. His face was slightly facing the window. Mo Xuetong's position could just see his gloomy handsome face. The dark eyes were filled with cold pools, and the narrow phoenix eyes were slightly cold. Squinted, his eyebrows were cold, and he was no longer lazy and indifferent as before. Now he looks deep and fierce, like the king of hell in hell, and his whole body seems to be covered with a strong murderous atmosphere.

The purple dress seemed to be shrouded in a layer of purple. When he came nearby, a pair of phoenix eyes looked at Mo Xuetong coldly.

It turned out to be Feng Jue Ran again, and it was also a different wind Jue Ran, obviously with an angry wind Jue Ran.

Biting her lips, Mo Xuetong didn't know why she couldn't speak righteously. She raised her hand slightly and looked sideways. The two hands were tightly wrapped, and it was difficult to move between her fingers.

"Well, why are you here? Am I right? This is my place, right? She smiled twice, her pink lips were raised with a guilty heart, and her clear eyes were like a pool of autumn water. Moth eyebrows swept down, and her slightly pale face was a little sick, which made people involuntarily distressed.

However, Feng Jueran ignored her stubble and still said coldly, "Mo Ye has given it to you, and Mo Feng followed you again. Mo Yu said that, how could Mo Ye not know that? He was still worried about it. He must do it by himself and didn't believe me like this?" This is almost harsh.

Even if Mo Xuetong wanted to pretend not to care, she didn't know that her heart trembled. She didn't speak, but her eyes felt red. At that time, the situation was like that. Even though she believed that Mo Ye and Mo Feng would help her secretly, she still had no bottom, especially when holding sharp porcelain pieces, her heart was complete. It's hatred, that kind of unforgettable hatred that makes her unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

How hateful and painful it is, so that she can't think at all. There is only one belief in her mind, that she can't wait to eat the flesh and blood of the other party. In the previous life, Sima Lingyun hurt her and let her die tragically in his happy hall. In this life, he actually wanted to destroy her again, accumulated two lifetimes of blood and blood, and just wanted to revenge with his own hands.

Before saying that, she still had a detailed plan, and later it was all based on a bloody instinct.

"Look, a girl's family is still fighting hard with others. Even if she wins, it doesn't matter. That kind of place is mixed with dragons and snakes. As long as one person sees you, it is impossible even if you don't want to be with Sima Lingyun. How do you look at the scenery of the Marquis of Zhenguo? Still, you still think Sima Lingyun is good-looking and wants to marry him. Don't have a little brain. Everything can be done on impulse. Feng Jue saw that Mo Xuetong didn't speak, and she couldn't see her slightly red eyes in the dark, and couldn't help humming coldly.

This kind of thing is unlucky, not about who is right and who is wrong. If anyone sees Mo Xuetong being robbed by other men today, her name will be ruined. If Sima Lingyun goes on a blind date with her skin when she rescues her, she will inevitably enter the Marquis's mansion.

Or Sima Lingyun gave her the status of a main room for the sake of Mo Huawen and the Fugong Mansion, but so what? This kind of thing happened before marriage, and what he said in the Marquis of Zhenguo in the future, it was not Sima Lingyun who could do whatever he wanted to do.

What's not good?

If that comes true, Mo Xuetong knows that she will never marry Sima Lingyun. She will never watch the tragedy of her last life happen again. She would rather die than let Sima Lingyun and Mo Xuemin's schemes be punished. Feng Jue dyed fiercely in her ear, ruthlessly cynic, and suppressed grievances. Unable to control it, he stretched out his hand to hide his tears. Then he looked up and stung and found that his hands were tightly wrapped.

"Why don't you talk or explain? Isn't it usually quite talkable? Why are you dumb today? The injured hand is not the mouth. Don't tell me that the injury will turn to the mouth after a while. Feng Jue dyed her eyebrows with blue veins. Thinking that she was just a little close, she flew into the tree and couldn't help hating.

How can her slender body withstand such a tall tree!

I'm afraid it will disappear in one moment!

If he hadn't come out of the palace and met Mo Feng, he would have come later. This little late may have made him regret for life. His anger can't be suppressed. He can't wait to pull her up and beat her fiercely to let her see how weak she is.

Unexpectedly, he dared to fight against Sima Lingyun with porcelain pieces. Where is his usual cleverness?

Feng Jueran's cold mockery finally became the last straw that crushed Mo Xuetong's calmness. The clenched teeth suddenly loosened, and the tears of grievances could no longer be controlled. How many grievances there were, how many were afraid, and how many sadness turned into crystal tears: "Explain, why should I explain and why should I explain to you? Shi, who are you? You have to care so much about me."