"Haha! Hahaha!" A burst of laughter suddenly sounded outside the window, the voice was clear and sweet.
Following the laughter, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the window hanging upside down, dressed in white clothes fluttering in the wind, like a blooming epiphyllum in the night.
"Hei boy, it turns out you can't eat spicy food!" Chu Shaobai raised his eyebrows and smiled happily.
Seeing Mo Chuan's embarrassment, he felt that the punches and kicks he received on his body didn't hurt much anymore.
Mo Chuan quickly turned his head and glared at him.
He wanted to yell and scold, but his voice was too hoarse to speak.
Fortunately, some words can be said without mouth, such as: fist!
Mo Chuan raised his eyebrows, floated out, and moved as fast as a ghost, punching Chu Shaobai's handsome face.
"Hey, you don't hit people in the face, black boy, are you jealous that my face is prettier than yours?" Chu Shaobai nodded his head, shrank his head into his arms, and avoided his punch.
"Hmph!" Mo Chuan responded with a cold snort, followed by a big kick.
"Ouch! Black boy, you're really kicking!" Chu Shaobai couldn't escape this time, he felt a heavy pain on his buttocks, and then he fell off the eaves.
Fortunately, he was good at Qinggong. He gently bent down in mid-air and landed firmly on the ground with his head and feet firmly on the ground.
"No fight, no fight, black boy, I admit that your martial arts skills are better than mine, but I can't beat you. How about we turn enemies into friends?" Chu Shaobai swayed and avoided Mo Chuan's following attack. Remember the last move and wave your hands again and again.
He and Mo Chuan fought twice, and both times he was at a disadvantage. He knew in his heart that the opponent's kung fu was much higher than his, so he was merciful for a while and did not kill him.
Especially for some reason, although Mo Chuan was obviously a stranger, he felt a sense of familiarity.
"..." Mo Chuan wanted to say in his heart, the devil turned your enemy into a friend, and you, a perverted boy, took advantage of others' danger, but his voice was hoarse and he couldn't speak.
"Hey, Hei boy, you are good at martial arts. I feel relieved when you are by Ning'er's side to protect her." Chu Shaobai smiled slightly, took out a small medicine bottle from his arms and handed it to Mo Chuan, "You After eating this, your throat will feel better.”
Mo Chuan looked at the medicine bottle he handed over coldly, but did not take it. He suddenly stood up and jumped onto the roof.
His black clothes quickly blended into the night and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Shen Ning has become accustomed to him leaving at will, coming and going without a trace, and is not surprised when he sees something, he just smiles.
But Chu Shaobai greatly praised: "Good work!" After a pause, he said: "This guy is so proud!"
He put the medicine bottle in his hand back into his arms with some embarrassment, and unconsciously touched his chin. Although Mo Chuan said nothing, the cold and arrogant aura exuding from his body could not be ignored.
He had always had a high self-esteem and rarely convinced others, but he began to admire Mo Chuan's kung fu and temperament.
Looking back, he asked curiously: "Ning'er, this black boy's kung fu is very high. How did you make him willing to be your guard?"
"I don't know either." Shen Ning shook her head.
Although she promised to do Mo Chuan a favor, until now, Mo Chuan has not asked her how to help.
Chu Shaobai became anxious when he heard this, and murmured to himself, could this black boy be plotting against Ning'er
"You...you are not allowed to like him!" He suddenly blurted out.