Spoiling his wife too much: This villain is too gentle

Chapter 211 Putting down the knife in your hand
the second time……

A trace of struggle flashed in Ye Shurong's eyes, too fast to be noticed, she raised her head, but she didn't seem to see the trembling hand.

The person on the opposite side is familiar yet unfamiliar, long time no see, the silver hair is still there, but it seems that the edges and corners are a little clearer and more mature.

"..."

Ye Shurong didn't know what to say, the blade stayed in the air, she forced herself not to put down the knife, but she couldn't advance half an inch.

The power of the heart...

"You can't do it." A cold voice sounded beside Ye Shurong's ear, "Even if I hypnotize myself again and again in my heart, I still can't move the blade forward."

Ye Shurong's camouflaged black eyes gradually shattered, revealing the original color of wine, she raised her head and looked directly into the other's eyes, she didn't know whether it was anger or embarrassment.

Silver, at that moment she saw cold silver eyes, just like the eyes she saw in a dream.

In an uninhabited area, in an alley where the sun doesn't shine, they face each other in the shadows, with the tooth-white blade pointed at each other's neck.

He didn't dodge, even if he could already feel the chill of the blade.

Maybe because she didn't like this kind of silence, Mo Jiu dodged instantly, took off her cloak and threw it aside, Ye Shurong seemed to see silver stars emerging from the black night.

"Are you finally going to fight back?" Ye Shurong whispered.

With the accumulation of spiritual power, the huge power exploded in an instant, and the sword wound was painful, but she only had eyes for the person in front of her, this... the enemy!
"Ye Shurong, stop!" Seeing that the situation was wrong, Tiansuo yelled, this guy is really crazy, "Woooo..."

The spiritual force forced Tiansuo into the dark room, but Mo Jiu, who was oppressed by Ye Shurong, didn't respond.

The black hair is calm and automatic, and the sharp figure has an indomitable trend.

click-

There seemed to be cracks in the surrounding buildings, and Ye Shurong kept slashing, 99 knives per second. Her knives exceeded Mo Jiu's prediction.

The moon-white radiance stretches endlessly, as if it has been woven into a dense net, but this net cannot trap a Zuoshi.

The hand with distinct bones was raised, obviously it seemed very slow, but it also had a very weird feeling.

"Shu Rong, you don't seem to know my power yet." Mo Jiu's voice was very different from usual, although it was still cold, it carried an indescribable meaning.

"One hit kill."

Ye Shurong suddenly felt that she was firmly restrained, that feeling... as if the whole world was frozen, and she was the one frozen, so it was so difficult to bend her fingers.

"But how can I be willing to kill you." Mo Jiu stretched out her hand and gently pushed Ye Shurong against the wall, "There are two steps to kill with one blow."

"I only used half of the unbreakable shackles and the burst of instant kills."

Ye Shurong stiffened and forcibly turned her head to avoid the hand that wanted to caress her cheek, Mo Jiu's eyes instantly darkened.

"Why are you always so far away from me, would you rather get close to people who have bad intentions for you?" He took half a step forward.

too close--

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't ignore the clear breath. If Mo Jiu was cold and pure when she first met, but now she seems to be tainted with darkness.

Anger for unknown reasons, or something else...

"Let's change it back to its original shape." His fingers gently wrapped around the black hair, Ye Shurong saw in disbelief that the hair in his hand slowly returned to its original shape.

Her technique was broken by him in this way, isn't this a technique that can only be undone by oneself?

tasteless!At this time, Ye Shurong once again complained about the Transfiguration technique on the first floor of the Sutra Library.

"I hate this knife." Mo Jiu's tone was a bit cold, she pulled Ye Shurong's finger away, and threw the tooth blade aside. The spiritual weapon clanked a few times, and returned to silence after he lightly pointed.

"Then we can talk quietly about our affairs, my... lover."

　Don't care about the time of posting, this baby has been holding back for a long time before writing, and the late ones are the essence ()*.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)