Yu Wenhao couldn't help feeling awe-inspiring.
If this stinky girl really looked so harmless, he would write her name upside down.
really.
"Specifically treat those with a broken mouth, one needle at a time, and never leave the mouth alive." These few words were light and soft, and the needle was hidden in the cotton.
Chu Yao's heart trembled, he didn't dare to fart.
The harmless girl who was scaring people with a needle one second, fell asleep in the arms of her man the next.
Seeing this, Mu Ziye was extremely puzzled: "Where did this little girl come from?"
Long Xiaoyu hugged Mu Ziling horizontally, his lips moved, as if he said something to him.
Mu Ziye frowned slightly, and looked at Yue Linglong calmly.
It seems that after being taught a lesson by Yu Wenhao, this woman has settled down, and has been as quiet as a hen waiting to give birth, her sense of existence has decreased a lot.
If Long Xiaoyu didn't mention it, he would have almost forgotten about this goddamn pregnant woman.
Mu Ziye did not suspect him, nodded slightly and said good: "Be careful yourself."
Seeing that Mu Ziye was about to leave, Murong Xing couldn't care less about eating candied haws, so he quickly grabbed his robe and said pitifully, "Big brother..."
"..." Mu Ziye's head hurt again.
But he quickly compromised, he raised his chin, and motioned to the little girl who gave him a headache: "Go and remove the white palm print in the middle first."
Murong Xing looked innocent, but she wasn't stupid, she immediately understood what he meant, she said: "Big Brother, I can't help that, I'm poisonous."
Mu Ziye was surprised, he looked at Long Xiaoyu.
Long Xiaoyu only threw him a sentence like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves: "No need, take it away."
Why don't you need it
Mu Ziye was even more confused.
If the blood of the little ancestor is not acceptable, what about the blood of the son
Seeing Long Xiaoyu's calm face, as if he had nothing to worry about, Mu Ziye was puzzled, but didn't ask any more questions.
The top priority is the safety of his family spirit girl.
Mu Ziye waved his sleeves and left, taking his clingy little ancestor with him.
There are also Yu Wenhao and others who have the same idea as Mu Ziye.
Seeing that strange little girl, who was also the only "chu.zi" among the three girls present, left just like that, Yu Wenhao and the others were impatient.
"Now everyone is gone, what should we do?" Chu Yao seemed to have learned his lesson, instead of questioning Long Xiaoyu directly, he asked Yu Wenhao beside him: "Brother Yuwen, what do you say?"
Yu Wenhao stared at the stinky girl in Long Xiaoyu's arms who didn't move at all, a little annoyed: "Wait."
Wait until this stinky girl wakes up.
Although he didn't know how Long Xiaoyu and the others were going to solve the palm print of the son's blood, he knew that as long as he waited, the problem would definitely be solved.
Just don't know how long to wait.
I don't know how long this smelly girl will sleep.
Just when Yu Wenhao was upset, Long Xiaoyu hugged the unconscious Mu Ziling and walked to the stone gate where the black air billowed.
He put her feet on the ground, took out a silver needle from the small medicine bag she carried, then took her hand, and lightly pricked each of her five soft fingertips .
He took her hand with only a little blood dripping from the fingertips, and pressed it against the white palm print in the middle of "Hell".
The wound made by the silver needle was so small that it was almost invisible. Mu Ziling's hand was stuck to the palm print, and Long Xiaoyu's hand was stuck to her small hand. the speed of the flow.
not long time.
Soon, Yu Wenhao and the others were a little surprised to see that the palm print on the white background in the middle of "Hell Prison" was stained red by Mu Ziling's blood.
The palm print of the son's blood was stained red by Long Xiaoyu's woman
This shows what
It shows that the woman Long Xiaoyu pampers and loves to the bottom of her heart is actually a young child with a clean body and mind.
Seeing the palm print stained with Mu Ziling's blood, Yue Linglong, who was as quiet as a chicken, suddenly widened her eyes, and instantly felt as if she had been slapped severely again.
It didn't seem to hurt, but it seemed to hurt everywhere. The pain made her scream: "Impossible!"
This bitch Mu Ziling is still innocent, she has not been defiled by Ouyang Feiyu!
No, she shouldn't be angry, she should be happy, Long Xiaoyu didn't touch Mu Ziling.
He didn't touch her.
Did not touch her.
Did not touch.
No.
For a moment, Yue Linglong seemed to be dragged from the dark hell to the clouds in an instant. This strong drop and impact made her feel as if she was reborn after death.
He just doted on Zi Ling superficially, from the beginning to the end, he never touched her!
Yue Linglong stroked her stomach one by one, staring at that godly man with undisguised passion and paranoia.
If there is a chance, she still has a chance... Little bitch, your death is not far away.
Mu Ziling was completely unaware that she was being cursed by someone, she cleaned up Long Xiaoli's polluted blood as quickly as possible in the star system, and then came out.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw her evil man sucking her finger.
Mu Ziling blinked, then turned his head to look at the palm print in the middle of "Hell Prison", and suddenly understood what was going on.
She said, just now in the star system, why did she feel a tingling sensation in her consciousness? I dare say that this evildoer stabbed her with the needle she was most afraid of.
Just when Mu Ziling was complaining and slandering, suddenly a tingling sensation rushed from her fingertips to the tip of her heart, causing her to shudder violently, subconsciously wanting to withdraw her hand.
Long Xiaoyu didn't seem to notice her movement, he held her little hand tightly and sucked her five fingers carefully.
It wasn't until the bleeding stopped that he opened his eyes to meet hers: "Does it hurt?"
As the twilight was sinking, his eyes were shining with stars and radiance, and his elegant voice had a soft color that seemed to be absent, which was a bit seductive.
Mu Ziling withdrew his hand weakly, blushing and hot: "It doesn't hurt."
It's just that the hands are a little numb, the heart is a little crisp, and the person is a little weak.
She lay in his arms to relax for a while, then stood up calmly, holding Long Xiaoli's blood, ready to dye the last white palm print red.
During this process, Mu Ziling faintly felt a gaze fixed on her.
She turned to look—
It's Yue Linglong.
Her eyes had turned green at some point, and there was a faint smile in her green eyes, a very weird smile.
"What is Miss Mu looking at?"
Accompanied by this pleasant and natural greeting, the greenness in Yue Linglong's pupils became more intense.
She is like a poisonous snake that is spitting out a letter, staring at her long-coveted prey, ready to move.
Mu Ziling could only feel a familiar panic creeping up in her heart again, it was the kind of panic that was far stronger than the previous few times...
(end of this chapter)