Murong Qianjue didn't refute, just smiled softly.
Dongfang Jing's body froze all of a sudden.
In such a situation, long before she was reborn, she seemed to have encountered the same situation.
what happened
Could it be that Murong Qianjue already... existed before Wuyou fell off the cliff? So why does he exist? Dongfang Jing only felt that this man was full of puzzles. She knew that even if she asked Murong Qianjue, the other party would not tell her the truth. So she closed her slightly opened mouth, and swallowed the words on the edge of her mouth forcefully.
Because it was summer, Murong Qianjue was only wearing a long robe. The robe was taken off by Dongfang Jing, and his upper body was naked...
On his strong back, there were scars everywhere, intertwined one after another, full of danger, forming a strong contrast with his seemingly harmless and stunning face.
Ever since Dongfang Jing saw Wuyou's true face for the first time, she felt that it should be a scholar's face, and it was easy to play with words, but if it was on the battlefield...it would seem a little too feminine. But his face is so deceiving, who knows that under his robe, there is such a body full of mature man's breath.
Dongfang Jing stretched out her hand like a ghost, and caressed one of the knife marks.
It was the first battle in Mobei, when the two of them were caught in the gossip of Chu Xuanmen, when they were in trouble, Wuyou blocked the knife for her—
Because of being in a coma for three whole days, she never knew... So Wuyou was hurt so badly.
So much so that after three years, the scar was still clearly visible on his back, without any trace of fading away.
Murong Qianjue followed closely, without turning around, but turned his back to her and said, "Ah Jing, you should thank me for the battle in Mobei."
"What... what do you mean?" Dongfang Jing's eyes widened to the extreme in an instant.
"Ah Jing, don't you remember?" Murong Qianjue looked back, his eyes as bright as obsidian shone brightly, "You fell into the sand dunes together with Master, if Master didn't save you...do you think you can survive?"
"You saved me?!" Dongfang Jing was shocked.
Obviously it was Wuyou who fed her with blood, so how did it become the credit of his Murong Qianjue? Could it be that he was really the one who saved her in the sand dunes at that time, Murong Qianjue? !
"Of course it is Master." Murong Qianjue's phoenix eyes rolled, "Do you think Yuchi Wuyou really likes you? Yuchi Wuyou is just using you. You hate him so much, and he hates you too... He is hoping You're dead. If you didn't show up in time, you wouldn't be able to get out of the sand dunes alive."
What Murong Qianjue said was naturally a lie, no... half truth and half lie.
Yuchi Wuyou did feed Dongfang Jing with blood, but in the end the person who rescued Dongfang Jing from the dunes... was indeed Murong Qianjue.
Dongfang Jing froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, motionless.
Murong Qianjue said again, "Okay, get dressed quickly. Ah Jing, don't you want to stare at the body of the master and admire it for a while? If you are willing, the master has no objection. After all, they are old couples, let you If you look at it a few more times, I don’t feel like you’re at a disadvantage.”
Dongfang Jing suddenly pulled back her thoughts and shook her head desperately!
Murong Qianjue's words must be three parts true and seven parts false, you can't believe it!