Divine doctor son Ben Hongzhuang

Chapter 216 Master?

The next moment, there was a delicate touch of skin from Mo Jiu's palm, as if his hand was placed on a piece of smooth skin.

Mo Jiu's fingers paused, but her hand was held by Wuchen, and she could only feel the touch with the movement of his hand.

The touch of the fingertips is delicate, like sliding on the skin.

Logically speaking, the hand should be placed on the injured wound, but what is he doing now?Is the hand resting elsewhere for too long?
Mo Jiu pulled out his hand suddenly, and there was an extra dagger in his hand.The short sword rested on Wuchen's chest impartially.With the other hand, she took off the cloth strips from her eyes, her eyes were cold.

"Mo Jiu, what are you doing?"

Wuchen's voice was full of disbelief.

Mo Jiu sneered, and said, "Although I don't know where you are, if you still want to survive, you'd better disappear from my eyes right away. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Wuchen said with a little cry: "Mo Jiu, I am Wuchen. What are you talking about? I was just joking with you just now. Can you take away the weapon first?"

Mo Jiu's eyes were icy cold.

"Are you kidding me? Seeing that your wound doesn't hurt, does it? There's still time for such dirty jokes."

Wu Chen did not give up and said: "Don't you like it?"

Mo Jiu frowned, his face darkened.What do you mean she doesn't like it?She looks like a peddler who likes to take advantage of it?
Seeing Mo Jiu frowning, a strange color flashed in Wuchen's eyes.Immediately, the strange color suddenly turned into cruelty.

Wuchen's arm immediately wrapped around Mo Jiu's neck, tightening his grip.

Yes, it is entangled, entangled like a snake, as if the bones on the arm do not exist, which has completely deviated from the biological definition of an arm.

Mo Jiu has been watching Wu Chen's every move, prepared in his heart, but when he really waited for him to make a move, she was stunned for a moment.

No matter how prepared she was, she would never have guessed that Wuchen's arms would wrap around her neck.

The arm became tighter and tighter, and the dagger in Mo Jiu's hand stabbed viciously at the arm that was wrapped around him.

The uncomfortable twine on his neck disappeared, and he looked down and saw a dagger stuck in one arm.

That arm stood motionless between Mo Jiu's neck, and blood emerged from the place where the dagger was pierced, and dripped down on the ground, staining the snow-white robe and the ground under his feet red.

White?I remember that Wuchen's robe was purple, when was it changed to white?

As soon as Mo Jiu raised his eyes, he looked into a pair of deep, pitch-black eyes.

"Master?"

There was a hint of uncertainty in Mo Jiu's voice.Regal is here?impossible?not……

"Well, it's me."

The cold voice is still the same, and the temperament on the body is also extremely cold.It's just that the blood on the arm is still flowing, which shows that the injury is not serious.

Thinking according to common sense, is it not normal for an injured person to react so lightly?

Mo Jiu made up his mind, pulled out the dagger that had been pierced into his arm, and pressed it against Emperor Zun's neck.

Because of the mask on his face, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but Emperor Zun's eyes seemed to darken a bit.

"Mo Jiu?"

There was finally a hint of emotion in his voice, like surprise.

"Tell me, where are you monster? What are you drawing?"

There was a flash of interest in Emperor Zun's eyes, and he asked back after Mo Jiu's words: "Why do you think I am a demon?"

Mo Jiu curled the corner of his lower lip, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be the beast whose claws were cut off by me, right? Although I don't know how you became the person I know, although the person you transformed It looks like it, but it's full of holes."

(End of this chapter)