"Nonsense!" Mo Yunfeng grabbed his neck and quickly denied it. How can you admit this
However, his eagerness to clear things up caused Su Luo and the others to move slightly, and the eyes of Mo Yunfeng became more and more strange.
In this solemn atmosphere, Mo Yunfeng bit his head, took out a small porcelain bowl and placed it on the table: "Miss Su..."
"Huh?" Su Luo asked knowingly, "What's the matter?"
For a time, everyone's eyes were focused on Mo Yunfeng's face, and a pair of sharp sword-like eyes stared at Mo Yunfeng's hair.
"I heard that Miss Su ate red-blooded scrophularia?" Mo Yunfeng's eyes gradually became serious and solemn.
"So what?" Nangong Liuyun didn't know when he finished his practice, so he got up and walked slowly behind Su Luo, his slender arms wrapped around her shoulders, and looked at Mo Yunfeng with a bit of hostility in his eyes.
Seeing Nangong Liuyun, Mo Yunfeng unconsciously felt a little drum in his heart. Although he felt that he would not lose to Nangong Liuyun with his ninth-rank strength, but when he saw him, he couldn't lift a trace of fighting spirit.
I will never lose to Nangong Liuyun! Mo Yunfeng secretly clenched his fist in his heart!
After building himself up, Mo Yunfeng stood up slowly, put his hands behind his back, and raised his chin arrogantly: "Miss Su, I have a nanny who is old and terminally ill, and the pharmacist said that only drinking Only the blood of Scarlet Scrophularia can save her, so I took the liberty to come over and ask for a bowl of blood, and hope that Miss Su will be successful."
Mo Yunfeng said he wanted a bowl of blood, but his attitude didn't mean anything.
Bei Chenying didn't give face at all, and sneered again and again: "Your nanny is very old? Haha, how old is she? Is she in your fifties or sixties? Oh, I really didn't expect it, Mo Er Gongzi baby Period has this quirk."
"You—" Mo Yunfeng's forehead was bulging, he stared at Bei Chenying angrily, but he couldn't wait to pat himself on the mouth.
Mingming had thought well on the way here, but under Nangong Liuyun's dark eyes, why did he say that he was too old when he was nervous
Su Luo raised the corners of his lips with a half-smile but not a smile: "I said, Second Young Master Mo has worked so hard to invite us over, so it turned out that he was interested in my blood."
Zi Yan clenched her fist in indignation: "Mo Yunfeng, you are so brave, don't you know that Su Luo is the disciple of Master Rong Yun? Are you not afraid of Master Rong Yun's revenge?"
Mo Yunfeng's face was so heavy that water could almost drip.
He didn't expect that these people would turn their faces when they turned their faces.
Now, how to do this? Mo Yunfeng really had no idea in his heart.
Nangong Liuyun raised his hand, and suddenly, the noisy voice disappeared, and the surroundings became calm.
"Are you really going to lose the girl's blood?" Nangong Liuyun lightly raised the corners of his lips and asked casually.
Mo Yunfeng bowed to Nangong Liuyun: "It is true that human life is at stake, so I have to open my mouth, and I have to go to Brother Nangong to fulfill it."
Nangong Liuyun seemed a little embarrassed, he looked down at Su Luo, his eyes flashed slightly: "Since it is human life, then..."
Su Luo pretended to be in trouble: "I also want to save people, but... I was poisoned before, and the toxin hasn't been cleared yet, so rashly donating blood is not saving people, that's harming people."
The two of them sang together and made this scene extraordinarily realistic, making it impossible to tell the truth from the fake.