He kissed her passionately and impatiently, turning her pink lips heavily.

There was a strong sense of fear between her lips, and his other hand on her back rubbed her ambiguously and warmly.

A cluster of hot flames slowly accumulated under his body.

He suddenly let go of the wind chime, and his injured hand brushed her white clothes and placed it on her buttocks, making her whole body fit hard against him.

She looked at Mo Junxie with wide eyes. Such a sudden change caught her off guard. What had happened to him?

Why did it suddenly become so unpredictable?

The sound of the wind chimes was very loud.

This was probably the case, which made Mo Junxie become more and more irritable.

The gentle movements suddenly turned violent, biting her lip and drawing blood.

She beat his chest hard and began to resist and struggle...

But he hugged her too hard, leaving her unable to resist.

In desperation, she took out a silver needle from her pocket and stabbed him in the back.

A burst of pain suddenly came from behind, causing Mo Junxie's body to tremble suddenly and his movements stopped, but his lips were still close to hers.

There was hesitation and uneasiness in his eyes.

She stared at him and put her hands on his chest. When he slowly let go of her, she pushed him away hard.

He took three steps back, but was already one meter away from her.

The wind chime suddenly flew up from the ground and hit Ye Zhikuang's chest hard.

"Pa—" Ye Zhikuang, with quick eyes and quick hands, drew his sword and slashed at the flying wind chimes.

The wind chime bounced to Mo Junxie's side.

Mo Junxie stretched out his hand and held the wind chime in his palm again, blood flowing down again.

Ye Zhikuang finally understood the real purpose of the old lady giving her the wind chime.

"Ha!" She sneered, and the sword flew into the ground fiercely: "I have long seen that she is not a good person."

"You are not a good person either." His eyes suddenly turned cold and he looked at Mo Junxie coldly.

The blood overflowing from between her lips dyed her lips red, making her look miserable but sad.

He gnawed and bit her like crazy...

Treat her as a discouragement bucket.

Mo Junxie gritted his teeth, looked at the woman opposite and said, "Don't be angry, I just want you to remember me."

"What, are you going to get out?" She knew clearly that this was an angry statement, but she blurted it out anyway.

She knew that one day he would go back to where he belonged.

Mo Junxie looked at the wind chime, then picked it up: "You are stupid, who said I want to get out."

He used his own strength to smash the wind chime with his bare hands and turned it into a pile of powder. His big palm had already been cut with a deep, long and wide black scar due to the violent energy of the wind chime.

"Don't blame me." Ye Zhikuang looked at his hand hanging in the air. He was injured because she brought the wind chime back.

"Why should I blame you? That old woman is determined to cure you."

"What?" Ye Zhikuang asked in surprise.

"Leave Murong's house tomorrow. Mrs. Murong is already doubting you." Mo Junxie had come to her, holding his injured hand behind his back, and holding her hand with his other hand: "

Also, I will never leave you until I die."

She lowered her head and pondered, wondering what Mo Junxie said, why Old Mrs. Murong wanted to treat her, and why Old Mrs. Murong suspected her.

She raised her head and asked, "Did I kill someone of Mrs. Murong's family?"

"It's you who has a grudge against her, and it's her who should pay you back."
Chapter completed!