Mo Wuyou had a gentle look, raised her hand and raised her chin, looked at her with tears on her face, and said, "If you don't speak, I will think that you feel sorry for me."

Chu Yan looked at his joking phoenix eyes without dodging at all. He saw the worry and sad expression in her eyes, and was slightly stunned.

He raised his thumb and gently wiped her tears, his tone softened, and said, "What's wrong? Shouldn't you be happy like this? But there will be several days when you can't bully you."

Chu Yan blinked the tears in his eyes and said, "When...of course..."

Before he finished speaking, he was crying. He raised his hand and wiped his tears hard, lowered his head to wash the blood-stained veil, and said in a low voice: "I hate blood, don't see it for me next time."

Mo Wuyou looked at her for a long time, her eyes full of pity. He was hurt. She was indeed sad, right?

Suddenly, he regretted letting her see her scarred self.

He raised his hand and stroked her long hair, and smiled gently, "Okay, never again."

Chu Yan opened his lips slightly, hesitated, and slowly tightened his fists and said, "Do you... hurt?"

"It hurts." Mo Wuyou whispered.

In this cold and cruel world, it was his first time to admit that he felt pain.

Upon hearing this, Chu Yan was a little panicked, raised her eyes and shed tears as big as beans, and said, "What should I do?"

Mo Wuyou gently curled the corners of his lips and said, "You kiss me and it won't hurt anymore."

Chu Yan stopped and frowned slightly: "You... lied to me again!"

"Who are you going to cheat on you?" Mo Wuyou's eyes were a little teasing. Seeing her angry expression, she felt much more relaxed, and she teased, "It's best when Yan'er is angry..."

Before he could finish his words, his lips were accidentally blocked, and a pleasant scent of rouge lingered in his nose, messing up his heart.

He looked at the girl who was taking the initiative in front of him in surprise. The girl looked at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Does it still hurt?"

Mo Wuyou smiled faintly, his narrow phoenix eyes curled up slightly, and his shimmering eyes shone with candlelight, tendering the years.

"Yeah, it doesn't hurt anymore."

After Mo Wuyou left, he didn't come back for several days, so he should be recovering from his injuries.

Five days later.

Chu Yan retreated and turned off the lights. A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Xiao Yan'er, do you miss me?"

Her heart beat, turned around and looked slightly stunned.

The man was wearing red clothes, with good texture, as if he was not an ordinary person. His open collar was loose, revealing his honey-colored chest, and his long hair was not tied up like a cloud, and he was covered with all of them.

In the past, he was in white clothes, as flawless as the fragments left by the bright moon in the sky on earth. She had never seen him wear clothes outside of white clothes.

But she seemed to feel that the red clothes were more suitable for him than the white clothes, like Manzhu Shahua on the other side of the lace. Compared to the banished immortals, he was more like a demon coming to the world.

His thin lips curled up gently, revealing a strong evil aura.

The man's long eyebrows flew slanted like clouds, his beautiful phoenix eyes raised slightly, and he looked at her with a smile.

She blushed slightly, lowered her head slowly, and said, "Why are you... wearing red clothes?"

Mo Wuyou looked at her evilly, raised her hand and raised her chin, and said, "Because I said, you can only cry under my heel."

Chu Yan's ears were hot, so he pushed him, turned around and said, "What did you say!"

Mo Wuyou hugged her waist and gently pressed it to her ears and said, "If you can't see my blood clearly, you won't cry because of my injury."

Chu Yan suddenly stopped, his heart beat faster, he slowly lowered his head, and he frowned and said with a frown: "Who, who will cry because of your injury? Are you stupid..."

Mo Wuyou gently curled the corners of his lips and said, "There is only you, a fool, in this world." Yu Luo, and he kissed her cheek, with gentle eyes.

Chu Yan bit her lips tightly, and her heartbeats get faster and faster.

What does this feel like? How could she feel like this?

She turned around and tried to push him, but was pressed on the bed by him.

She didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, and her body was trembling.

Mo Wuyou raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Yan'er, will you fall in love with me?"

"I..." Chu Yan paused subconsciously, then quickly shook his head and whispered, "Of course not..."

Mo Wuyou gently curled the corners of his lips and said, "Although I don't know what love is, I will definitely treat you well."

Chu Yan's thoughts were a little confused and opened her lips and said, "Is it because of... the magical skill of the water control?"

Mo Wuyou thought carefully and said, "I don't know."

Chu Yan was stunned for a moment. Over the years, he had always been clear about the purpose of the magical skill of the water control technique, but this time it was the first time he said he didn't know.

She looked at him in surprise, making him feel a little embarrassed.

He slowly closed his eyes and kissed her lips.

He was a little afraid of Chu Yan's changing attitude towards him, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.

The master taught him since childhood that only wasteful people need feelings. If you want to be a strong person, love will make people feel soft and he must stay away from all emotions.

"Returning to the prince, you can go around for a thousand miles. The people in Tanyi Villa have been cleaned up, and it is safe tonight."

Dugu Yan nodded with satisfaction: "Go and call the Xingzi Protector."

"Yes." Even I have heard this command for less than thirty times, and I am used to it. As long as it is fine at night, he will call the Protector of Apricot.

Among the hundreds of hidden guards, the thirteen most outstanding people were promoted to guardians, and the order was judging by martial arts. Nan Qiang ranked third, and was the senior sister of the secret guards, and a beautiful flower in everyone's heart. She was beautiful and had great martial arts skills. The junior brothers envied and admired them all, and the prince was even more pampered and held them as the treasure in his palm.

Dugu Yan suddenly remembered something and called him and said, "By the way, Heiyue, as the leader, performed slightly inferiorly today, so let him get the punishment by himself."

Lian Yi's mouth twitched slightly. The prince was raising his private revenge... Today, everyone saw it. The leader took the arrow for the Protector Xingzi, and then the carriage began to emit sour water.

As for Lian Yi, the reason why he was able to stay with the prince was not only because he was the fourth guardian. The biggest reason was that he had no feelings for Nan Qiang at all. He didn't know what was good about Nan Qiang's boring iceberg beauty? Is it really interesting to have a prince guarding an ice cube every day?

The prince seems to be happy with it?

After thinking about it, he had already walked to Nan Qiang.

Nan Qiang was practicing whips on the grass. He heard the movement behind him and suddenly turned around and slashed.

"Bang!" Lian Yi almost flashed his body, and saw a deep and long mark on the turf ground.

Lian Yi covered his heart, and his eyes almost fell to the ground. Is it easy to do such things every day? This Xingzi protector never plays cards according to common sense, which is scary! If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have been different now.
Chapter completed!