The daily life of the great devil's favorite wife

Chapter 27 Jiang'er will be heartbroken to death

Zhuang Jiang looked at Mo Linyuan with a smile, which was a little bit cute.

It was rare for Mo Linyuan not to push her hand away, because he was too busy to take care of himself now.He just frowned, looking at the girl thoughtfully.

"You chased Mo Jincheng for ten years, and you didn't hesitate to sacrifice your life. Now, you covet me. The beautiful snake is really ungrateful."

"Mo Linyuan, if you call Jiang Er a beautiful snake again, Jiang Er will really get angry. Don't be jealous of him, Jiang Er will only love you from now on."

Zhuang Jiang's tone was sticky, with a raised ending, and he didn't care.A small white hand stretched out, gently grasping Mo Linyuan's wrist, his bright eyes rolled, thoughtful.

"You know that the little old man gave you poison, but you still drink it. Are you stupid?"

"You know it's poison?"

Mo Linyuan was startled, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Zhuang Jiang held it firmly.So much so that he narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and his mind sank.

"Actually, it's not poisonous. People who practice martial arts, it's okay to drink it. But the strange cold poison in your body collides with the soup, and it will definitely make you feel miserable tonight."

Liu eyebrows raised slightly, and a look of surprise flashed in Zhuang Jiang's eyes, and then quietly, it was replaced by wanton self-satisfaction.

Mo Linyuan stared at Zhuang Jiang, the young girl was treating him meticulously.The delicate face is like a painting, with snow-skinned eyes.It was obviously a lazy, wanton, ignorant appearance, but he did not dare to underestimate her.

Because she not only has a charming appearance, but also has an exquisite heart with seven apertures.

"So, what is your purpose?"

Mo Linyuan's tone was indifferent, just as Zhuang Jiang said, he is in a very bad situation at the moment, and he has no energy to deal with her.

"Didn't I tell you the purpose just now? The princess has taken a fancy to you."

Zhuang Jiangyu flipped his hand and found a handful of needles out of nowhere.These needles are as thin as a cow's hair, but they are white and clear.It was not made of silver, but polished by jade.

"So, you can't die. If you die, Jiang Er will be so heartbroken."

She clutched her chest, showing a distressed expression.

The corner of Mo Linyuan's mouth twitched, this woman became shameless, she was really invincible.Zhuang Jiang really likes him?He's a fool to believe it.

This snake-like woman must have other plans.It's just that he didn't know for a moment that he had something worth plotting by the other party.

"Come on, take off your clothes and let me see your wound."

Zhuang Jiang stretched out his little hand, and it fell towards the boy's skirt.She knew that Mo Linyuan was wounded, but she hadn't really seen it yet.

But before she stretched out her hand, she caught a glimpse of the boy's pensive eyes.His black hair hangs down, and his jade facial features are carved like knives. He is really more handsome than the person in the painting.

"Don't look like you're looking at a prostitute...you just took off my clothes too!"

Zhuang Jiang's small hands were nimble, and while he was defending, he had already taken off the boy's moon-white jacket.

The scene before her eyes made her breathe heavily.

Under the clothes, the young man's skin is like jade, not as white and clear as a woman's, but in the secluded forest, mixed with a man's unique clearness and firmness.The tough lines are outlined, and the abdominal muscles are clearly defined.

Zhuang Jiangming's eyes were sly, and she couldn't help reaching out, wanting to touch him.But Mo Linyuan looked contemptuous as if he had read her mind.

So much so that she stretched out her hand, and then retracted unwillingly.

He whispered: "You, turn around."

When Mo Linyuan heard the words, he didn't speak, but actually turned around and turned his back to Zhuang Jiang.

Although this woman can't cry when she scolds, she can't go away even if she is beaten.Oil and salt do not enter, which makes people helpless.But it seems that it is not useless.

　Well, the author's style of writing is a bit floating, a bit ghostly.Occasionally a few modern words add interest, I hope everyone understands.Give you refills!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)