Morning Star

Chapter 193 Why is 9'er's face red?

But Mo Xinglan, the person involved, felt very upset after hearing what Chujiu said. He and she knew exactly why he had to fight Yu You at that time.

In his eyes, the life and death of these people had nothing to do with him, and he never thought about saving them.

Besides, when has he ever been soft-hearted? When has he ever been kind? Are the words soft-hearted and kind really appropriate for him?

If there was, he was just soft-hearted and kind to her. As for this bunch of rubbish, it had nothing to do with him if they died. There was no such thing as him not wanting to hurt the relationship.

And all his silent endurance was only for her.

Mo Mingjie on the opposite side almost got furious after listening to Chujiu's long-winded complaint.

However, there were so many people here that he couldn't get angry. He gritted his teeth and glared at Mo Xinglan and Chujiu fiercely.

After closing his eyes and taking several deep breaths, he managed to force out a somewhat distorted "gentle and elegant" smile: "Little Nine Sister is right. Although I bumped into Third Brother unintentionally just now, it is still my fault. Third Brother, Second Brother will apologize to you."

"What are you talking about, second brother? It's just a bump, no need to... cough, cough cough..." Mo Xinglan frowned and coughed lightly a few times before he finished speaking.

“?” Chujiu was puzzled.

No way, you still need to pretend? The other person has already apologized and your goal has been achieved. There is no need to pretend anymore.

When I looked up at him, I saw that his face was much paler than before, and there were some beads of sweat on his forehead.

Her puzzled look froze.

My goodness, the cough before was not fake. It was all real. He really was not feeling well.

Mo Xinglan lowered his eyes and saw her looking at him in annoyance and depression. He suddenly felt guilty. He dodged her gaze for a moment and said softly, "I'm fine."

The ninth day of the lunar month: "..."

She half-closed her eyes and looked at him, as if to say: You see, whether I believe you or not, you are finished.

"I have something important to do, so I won't chat with my third brother and little sister Xiaojiu any longer. Goodbye." After Mo Mingjie finished speaking, he turned around and left without waiting for Chujiu and Mo Xinglan to react.

Mo Yun looked at Mo Xinglan, then at Chujiu, turned around and followed him.

Chujiu glanced at the two people's backs as they left and was too lazy to pay any more attention to them.

Then he looked around again and found that everyone was still gathered around, so he waved his hand and said, "Go away, go away."

Then everyone dispersed.

Before he could turn around, Mo Xinglan was heard coughing again.

I quickly went forward to support him and said, "How about we find a place to sit?"

Mo Xinglan nodded slightly.

He was really tired after walking for so long without rest.

The two searched for a while and finally returned to where the gambling was taking place.

I had a fight with Mo Mingjie before, and the bet I made just happened to be over when I came back.

The side she bought won.

She had used all the spirit stones Mo Xinglan had given her to place the bet. When she placed the bet, she looked inside and saw that there were a full 100 high-grade spirit stones.

She made a fortune just from this.

He happily put away the spiritual stone and then wanted to ask the boss of the gambling table to borrow a small stool.

However, he gave up the only chair to Mo Xinglan, took a small stool for Chujiu, and took a small stool for himself and sat at the counter.

Chujiu was a little surprised, but didn't ask much. After saying thank you, he helped Mo Xinglan sit down in an inconspicuous place nearby.

Then he took a small stool and sat next to him.

She didn't continue to place bets, but instead looked seriously at the two people challenging each other on the stage.

She always felt that compared to Hua Ling's people, her physical skills were just rubbish. All her movements in fighting required the support of spiritual energy, which meant that once she could not use spiritual energy, all she knew was just mediocre kung fu at best.

The cultivators of Hualing not only cultivate spiritual energy but also physical skills since childhood. Only by combining the cultivation of spiritual energy and physical skills can they flexibly deal with every move of the enemy during combat.

It’s just that compared with physical skills, they pay more attention to the cultivation of spiritual energy, but their physical skills are definitely not worse than those of ordinary people.

Suddenly she remembered the challenge on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The last item was that she could not use her own cultivation.

Now that I think about it, when Mo Xinglan was walking on that rope, even without using his cultivation, he looked as if he was walking on flat ground, which shows that his physical skills must be very strong as well.

Thinking of this, she asked, "Mo Xinglan, if you don't use your spiritual energy, how long can you last in a competition with one of the two people on the stage with just your physical skills?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Xinglan raised his eyes and looked at the two people who were fighting hard on the challenge stage opposite him.

Those two people were both in the middle stage of the Earth Spirit Realm.

He thought for a moment and looked down at her: "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"Of course it's true." She was speechless.

Since she asked him, she certainly wanted to hear the truth from him. Why did he ask her whether she wanted to hear the truth or a lie?

Why are you still afraid of hurting her? She has already been hurt to the point of numbness.

At this time, Mo Xinglan said seriously: "If I wasn't injured, I could win within fifteen moves just by using physical skills."

"..." She looked incredulous after hearing this and added, "I mean, you can only use physical skills, but they can use spiritual energy."

"I know." He answered with some confusion, seemingly wondering why she had to explain it again.

Chujiu finally had a droopy face.

Well, she was still hit.

She is a scumbag.

Thinking of this, she covered her face with her hands in frustration and cried out weakly: "Oh... God, it's a huge blow! I'm numb!!"

"..."

She put her hands down, looked up at him with envy and jealousy: "Monster, monster, you are a monster! No! You are a pervert!"

Mo Xinglan's face froze. He came to his senses after a while and then thought about what she said and he almost laughed out of anger.

He held her soft face with his hands and rubbed it: "I'm envious, but why are you scolding me? It's ok to call me a monster, but you even called me a pervert."

Suddenly an idea popped into his mind, and he said, "How about I show you a pervert?"

After saying that, he didn't wait for her reaction and lowered his head towards her bright red and moist lips.

Seeing the peerless face getting closer and closer, Chujiu came back to his senses, his pupils shrank and he stared blankly, hesitating whether to raise his hands or not.

But that beautiful face suddenly stopped when it was only about three centimeters away from her.

At such a close distance, you can clearly see the other person's long eyelashes, and you can also feel the other person's breath on your face.

The sweet scent slowly drifted into her nose, making her feel comfortable while also speeding up her heartbeat.

"Hehe, why is Jiuer's face red? What did Jiuer think I was going to do?" He chuckled twice, his tone light and with a hint of teasing.

"..."

After he said that, her heart beat faster, her face turned redder, and she felt embarrassed and angry.

His long eyelashes trembled, like black butterfly wings gently raised, his dark eyes stared at hers, with a hint of revenge: "Jiu'er, were you looking forward to it just now? What were you looking forward to? Hmm?"

He found it ridiculous when he said this.

He really didn't know whether he was deceiving himself or being too sentimental.