The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

"Bang!" Someone broke in through the window.

It’s Yan Mu!

The two men who were holding Liang Chuxin were beheaded by Yan Mu and Zhao Wenting who came later. Liang Chuxin was stunned for just a second as she watched the head of one of them fall in front of her. Then she glared at Yan Mu and Zhao Wenting angrily and shouted, "Why did you come just now?"

Yan Mu and Zhao Wenting were also frightened by Liang Chuxin's sudden anger.

"What happened?" Yan Mu asked in confusion, and then he asked in surprise, "Where's Mo Mo?"

Liang Chuxin simply ignored his words and rushed into the inner room immediately.

With a "swish", the curtain was pulled open by her hand.

"what--!"

Chen Li was seen rolling on the ground in pain, holding his ears, with blood oozing from his fingertips.

As for Mo Mo, her outer coat was completely torn, and she huddled in the corner of the room, trembling all over. At this moment, she had lost her usual spirit, and her eyes were dull and empty.

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

A hoarse and broken sound came from her throat, and her hands were still tightly holding the piece of ceramic fragment, waving it continuously; blood kept oozing out of her hands, dripping silently onto her body and the ground, all over the place.

"Momo!"

Liang Chuxin, Yan Mu and Zhao Wenting shouted her name at the same time.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!"

There was a bruise on the corner of her mouth and she was still mumbling the same words over and over again, as if she couldn't hear anyone talking.

"Blame me! It's all my fault that I didn't protect you. Look at me, Mo Mo, what's wrong with you? Can you please take a look?" Liang Chuxin knelt down on the floor with a plop, shaking her with a sad look in her eyes as she looked at the soulless girl in front of her.

"Momo..." Yan Mu stood there stiffly, his heart aching. He secretly hated himself for wasting time to save her because of the wrong clues.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, Master is here, it's okay..."

Zhao Wenting squatted down in silence, and gently held Mo Mo in his arms. He pried open her fingers that were still tightly holding the porcelain piece. The porcelain piece fell to the ground with a clang, revealing the bloody palm inside.

"never mind…"

Call after call, trying to awaken her long-lost soul.

"Come here!"

Seeing that Mo Mo's emotions gradually stabilized in Zhao Wenting's embrace, the extremely angry Yan Mu dragged the staggering Chen Li to the outer hall.

"Yan Mu, keep him alive so we can get out."

Just when Yan Mu was about to chop down with his sword, Zhao Wenting's cold voice of warning came from the inner room.

Yan Mu suppressed half of the anger in his heart, and then cut Chen Li's flesh with the knife again and again, controlling the force.

"Hehehe, even though I didn't succeed, she has already taken the Charm Scale. Her life is doomed to be ruined, hehe." Chen Li, who was originally whimpering in pain, suddenly laughed crazily.

"What?" Yan Mu looked towards the inner room in confusion.

"Yes! Ten minutes ago, Mo Mo was forced to take the Charm Scale. That thing..."

Before Liang Chuxin finished speaking, Mo Mo, who was originally very quiet in Zhao Wenting's arms, suddenly looked painful. She reached out and hugged Zhao Wenting and rubbed him, her eyes gradually shining: "Master, it's so hot."

Yan Mu no longer had time to punish this beast in human clothing. He signaled with his eyes for the supernatural police to take him down, and he immediately rushed into the inner room.

Zhao Wenting lowered his head and looked straight at her. His eyes were bright because of the fire, but his pupils were deep and bottomless.

"Master, kill me! I..." Mo Mo used the last bit of consciousness he had left to ask Zhao Wenting to kill him with his own hands; however, before he could finish his words, his body uncontrollably climbed up his neck and kissed his lips.

"Let's go."

Yan Mu looked disappointed. He reacted and pulled Liang Chuxin, who was also stunned, to go out. Before leaving, he silently lowered the curtain of the inner room. When he was about to close the door of the outer room, he said to Zhao Wenting inside: "If possible, I would rather Mo Mo walk out of this door alive." Rather than lying dead.

As for what Zhao Wenting would choose in the end, he couldn't guess.

[Will he really sacrifice himself to save Mo Mo? Or will he just kill her as Mo Mo said? ]

Yan Mu turned his head to look at Liang Chuxin beside him, and he actually saw the tear flashing in the corner of her eyes. A flash of surprise flashed across his eyes, because he felt that this tear was different from the previous ones.

indoor.

"Master...it's hot..." Mo Mo got very close to Zhao Wenting, and her clothes slowly took off, leaving only what she was wearing underneath.

She buried her head in his neck, hugged him tightly, kissed his neck gently, and breathed on his skin. She went down and kissed his Adam's apple gently.

Zhao Wenting only felt his whole body burning hot, even his blood became boiling hot, flowing through his body and finally into his heart.

"Momo..."

He looked into her eyes, which were filled with love, and asked her tentatively, "Do you still know what you are doing?"

Mo Mo acted as if she hadn't heard him, reaching out to rip his clothes off before leaning over and pressing her lips against his, her tongue soft.

Their breaths blended together, their lips and teeth rubbed against each other, as if they were the only ones left in the world. Zhao Wenting quietly closed his eyes, wanting to follow his heart and feel the beauty of the moment.

Suddenly, Mo Mo's cold fingertips probed into his chest. Just a light touch, he felt an electric shock spread throughout his body. He grabbed her naughty hand, looked at her with some forbearance and said, "I'm really afraid that you will regret it later and hide from me again."

He stood up, picked up Mo Mo and carried her horizontally, then gently placed her on the bed.

Unexpectedly, Mo Mo got up again just after he put him down, hugged his neck and kissed him fiercely. While kissing him, he said provocatively: "What? Master, are you scared?"

Zhao Wenting stared at her intently, his eyes were no longer as clear as a deer's, but were now icy blue. Although he knew that she was not her usual self at this moment, seeing her like this, Zhao Wenting hooked his lips and had the intention of teasing her. He gently stroked her red earlobe, then moved along her cheek to her delicate red lips.

Mo Mo suddenly opened her mouth and took it in. His fingertips could clearly feel the touch of her soft tongue. Zhao Wenting's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his heart trembled with them.

"Master, I want..." She put her mouth close to Zhao Wenting's ear and whispered softly.

He was moved, and felt himself trapped in a vortex filled with strong poppy aroma, his cheeks flushed and his breath was hot. He leaned over and carefully placed her on the bed, and couldn't help but kiss her neck fiercely. His kiss was very powerful, like punishment and catharsis, and his eyes were as bright as dewdrops.

"Ah..." Mo Mo moaned in pain, with a trembling ending.

"What am I supposed to do with you? Hmm?"

In the collapse of his sanity, he used his last bit of clarity to climb up from her body, staring at her under him, thinking slowly. Then, he saw the crystal tear in the corner of her eye, pulling him back to reality from the strong and burning feeling.

At that moment, he suddenly thought of what he should do.

He pressed down again, kissing her hard, leading her little by little into a sweet whirlpool of passion.

Suddenly, the body he was holding down trembled.

There was a sharp pain in her chest!

Zhao Wenting's left hand tightly clamped her wrists and lifted them above her head; his right hand held the short knife and was stabbing it deeper and deeper into the flesh three centimeters below her collarbone.

He actually wanted to dig out the charm scales from her body!

“Ah! It hurts… Master, it hurts! I don’t want it anymore! It hurts!”

Mo Mo begged for mercy coquettishly, her lips began to turn white and sweat oozed from her forehead.

Zhao Wenting raised his left leg to hold down her legs that were kicking in pain. His eyes were filled with heartache, and he kissed her forehead gently, "Be good, bear with it, it won't hurt in a while."

Suddenly, there was a rumble of thunder in the dark gray sky, and then it started to rain again.

Yan Mu and Liang Chuxin stood stiffly at the door of the outer room.

They could hear Mo Mo's constant cries of pain and begging for mercy, and they couldn't help but misunderstand. Liang Chuxin looked silently at the rain-soaked ground, her tightly pursed lips revealing a lonely loneliness.

"Are you... okay?" Yan Mu asked with a somewhat unnatural expression.

Liang Chuxin ignored him and walked towards the outer hall alone in the rain.

"Liang Chuxin..."

Yan Mu called out in a low voice with some concern, but then he thought that maybe it would be a good thing for her to leave at this moment, and then he didn't say anything else.