Wu Ni Huang Fei

Chapter 360 Little Pluto arrives [10]

She looked into his eyes, and the oil-paper umbrella in her hand never let go...

After so many nights of being trained by a man who never spoke for many days, Mo Fenghua now feels that any male sex can no longer confuse him.

She was only surprised for two or three seconds when she saw this scholar Ye, but it disappeared quickly. This man is certainly a rare stunner, but... She feels that compared to that silent pervert, there is still... a little difference .

Mo Fenghua looked into his eyes without being confused at all. Her hair was soon soaked by the rain, and a drop fell down, sliding down her fair and clear face, making her look like a jade carving, but at the same time Cold, heartless, without any emotion.

"Which one do you want to choose?" Her voice was cold, colder than this cold rain.

"I... next... girl..." There was a suspicious blush on the scholar's pale face, as if the river was dyed with a sunset red glow in the evening, which had an indescribable beauty.

The corners of Mo Fenghua's lips curled up, and with his hand holding the oil-paper umbrella, he suddenly exerted force and slammed the scholar's throat.

The scholar was beaten back a few steps, clutching his throat, with pain on his face, coughing non-stop.

Mo Fenghua's strength is very good, not too small, and not really piercing his throat.

However, it is indeed enough for him to be in pain for a while, and it is not certain whether he can speak.

Mo Fenghua twirled the umbrella in his hand easily, "In front of this girl, don't play tricks, I will only make you unable to think in the future."

The scholar bent down, covered his neck and kept coughing, and he straightened up after a while. He cupped his hands and gave Mo Fenghua a long bow, "Come here rashly...yes...yes, I'm being rude...please, girl Forgive me."

Although he apologized, and his actions seemed humble, but... Mo Fenghua still didn't see that he felt inferior, but saw a sense of arrogance from his brows.

The scholar speaks very simply, and his voice is hoarse. If he touches the affected area without saying a word, he will feel unbearable pain.

But he insisted on going on, "But, I am also... forced to do nothing. There is little rain in the northwest all the year round, but when it rains, it will not stop for several days in a row. I have no dry food or water on me now, and the school boy has a high fever. Don't retreat, I really have no choice but to come to your place to stay for a few days, wait until the sky clears, replenish food and water, and leave..."

"I know that the girl is a wealthy person, so I definitely don't like ordinary money and silk. I have an ancestral sword, and I am willing to give it to the girl. I hope the girl can sympathize..."

Speaking of which, he dug out a square box about half a meter long from the book case, and put it in front of Mo Fenghua with both hands.

Mo Fenghua looked at the box, it was made of precious nanmu wood, with exquisite pictures and texts engraved on it, it was a picture of a beauty, carved with flowing brushstrokes, and it was done in one go.

There are two ancient big seal characters engraved on it - Jingshu

When Mo Fenghua didn't answer, the scholar still raised his hands.

The two of them stood in a stalemate in the rain, as if they had more stamina than anyone else. Knowing that the bag hanging from Mo Fenghua's waist rolled, she opened the lid of the box with her slender fingers...

The lid of the box fell silently to the mud floor, and Mo Fenghua saw the short sword lying on the white silk.

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(End of this chapter)