"Nonsense!" Mo Yunfeng stammered his neck and quickly denied it. How could he admit this?

However, his urgent look at him made Su Luo and others feel slightly moved, and his eyes became more and more strange when he looked at Mo Yunfeng.

In this solemn atmosphere, Mo Yunfeng gritted his teeth, took out a small porcelain bowl, and placed it on the table: "Miss Su..."

"Hmm?" Su Luo asked knowingly, "What's the matter?"

For a moment, everyone's eyes were all focused on Mo Yunfeng's face, and his sharp eyes were staring at Mo Yunfeng's hair.

"I heard that Miss Su ate the red blood Scrophularia?" Mo Yunfeng's eyes gradually became serious and solemn.

"So what?" Nangong Liuyun had finished his practice for some reason, and he got up and walked slowly behind Su Luo. He wrapped his slender arms around her shoulders, and looked at Mo Yunfeng with a little hostility.

Seeing Nangong Liuyun, Mo Yunfeng felt a little nervous. Although he felt that he would not lose to Nangong Liuyun with his ninth level strength, he could not have any desire to fight psychologically when he saw him.

I will never lose to Nangong Liuyun! Mo Yunfeng clenched his fists in his heart!

After making a mental construction for himself, Mo Yunfeng slowly stood up, put his hands behind his back, and raised his jaw arrogantly: "Miss Su, I have a wet nurse who is old and terminally ill. The alchemist said that only by drinking the blood of the Red Blood Scrophularia ginseng can she save her, so he took the liberty to come and ask for a bowl of blood, and hoped that Miss Su would be able to fulfill it."

Mo Yunfeng said he wanted a bowl of blood, but his attitude did not mean to ask for anything.

Bei Chenying didn't give her any face at all, and she sneered: "Your wet nurse is old? Haha, what age is she in your breasts? Are you fifty or sixty? Oh, I really didn't expect that Mr. Mo Er had this quirk in her infancy."

"You--" Mo Yunfeng's forehead bulged with blue veins. He glared at Bei Chenying angrily, but he wanted to slap himself in his heart.

I was thinking well on the way here, but why did I say that when I was nervous in Nangong Liuyun's dark eyes, I would say that I was old?

Su Luo curled the corners of his lips with a smile: "I said, Mr. Mo has so much trouble to invite us here, it turns out that he has taken a fancy to my blood."

Zi Yan clenched her fists indignantly: "Mo Yunfeng, you are so brave. Don't you know that Su Luo is a disciple of Master Rongyun? Are you not afraid of Master Rongyun's revenge?"

Mo Yunfeng's face was so dark that it could almost drip out of water.

He didn't expect that these people would turn against each other.

Now, what should I do? Mo Yunfeng really has no idea.

Nangong Liuyun raised his hand, and suddenly the noisy sound disappeared, and the surroundings became calm.

"You really want to get my girl's blood?" Nangong Liuyun curled the corners of her lips and asked casually.

Mo Yunfeng bowed to Nangong Liuyun: "It's true that human life is at stake, so I have to open my mouth, and I will fulfill my wishes to Brother Nangong."

Nangong Liuyun seemed a little embarrassed. He looked down at Su Luo, his eyes flashed slightly: "Since life is at stake, then..."

Su Luo was so embarrassed: "I want to save people, but... I was poisoned before, and the toxin has not been cleared yet. I donated blood rashly. That is not saving people, but harming people."
Chapter completed!