Chapter 57: Little song is not good

The powerful breath crushed everything in the forest.
Mu Ge cursed in his heart: ‘Sad reminder! ’But suddenly I heard an unforgettable voice
"Little song is bad again."
The tone that should have been arrogant, noble and indifferent, but it seemed to be sweet and deadly.
Mu Ge was taken aback, and the next second, he felt that he had fallen into a warm and powerful embrace. Even through the clothes, she can feel the strength of the muscles.
The familiar smell came and penetrated into her nose.
Then, an unparalleled handsome face appeared in her eyes. The facial features that looked like a god, beautiful and without waves, could not pick out a trace of flaws, seemed to glow with a faint glow.
"Voyeur!" Mu Ge gritted his teeth and squeezed out three words.
The visitor was stunned, and the words'voyeurism' followed his ears like an ant and penetrated into his heart. These three gnashing words reminded him of their first sight.
Under the cold moon, accompanied by the fireflies, standing alone in the stream washing the dirt, the indifferent girl.
She was the first person who dared to look at him and question him.
However, such a person is not even the Scarlet Realm.
When he showed amazing strength in front of her, what he saw was not fear and humbleness, but a strong eagerness to win.
What's more, she saw his stunning appearance, but she didn't show the idiot look like other women. Apart from the surprise at first glance, he could not see any emotions.
Those calm and unwavering eyes made his heart that had been silent for countless years suddenly beat. It seemed that he wanted to inject his shadow deeply into those eyes, and wanted to see those eyes breaking the calmness. .
She is special.
On his fascinating face, his handsome, angular features gradually softened, and a slight smile was drawn at the corners of his mouth. He lowered his eyes and looked at the enchanting red-clothed man who was hurt in his arms. The gaudy red was the color he hated the most. However, when worn on her body, he couldn't dislike it, but found it to be very beautiful.
It seems that in this world, only this strong red can bring out her uniqueness.
The torn red clothes were stained with blood and mud. Obviously bruised all over his body, that stunning little face was full of thick fierce and unyielding.
"Let go of me, old monster!" While being held in the arms of the world-famous man in white clothes, Mu Ge didn't have the slightest charm. Knowing that she can't beat the person in front of her, she can only express her dissatisfaction with words.
Old monster?
Si Mo Rujian raised his straight eyebrows slightly. When did he become an old monster?
"You are hurt." Although he was puzzled in his heart, Si Mo still held his puzzlement and reminded Mu Ge.
Mu Ge gave a blank look. She knew that she was injured without him reminding her.
"Nonsense." Mu Ge cast aside his eyes and snorted coldly.
The indifferent attitude did not irritate Si Mo, but made him even more interested.
"Did he hurt you?" Si Mo's eyes turned back to the usual loneliness and nobility once he left Mu Ge. When looking at the old man Bei Ming's body, a murderous intent was brewing in the depths of the amber-like intoxicating eyes.
The person he cares about, there are people who dare to hurt?
"Well, he hurt me, I killed him. It can be considered as two cleans." Mu Ge replied calmly. She also didn't know how she explained such a sentence in a ghostly manner.
Si Mo was taken aback for a moment, with a funny heart.
Is there anything like that? Someone hurt her, and she killed someone else. Is this two cleansing? Although there seems to be something wrong, Si Mo cannot deny that he really likes this calculation method.
In particular, this calculation method is used in Mu Ge. He even took it for granted.
Of course, what if she hurt others?
Well, it hurts when it hurts. If Xiao Ge'er didn't kill that person, shouldn't that person be grateful for Dade, and thank Xiao Ge'er for his kindness?
If at this time, what Si Mo thought in his heart, Guya and Gu Ye, who were secretly followed, might know that they would cry and mourn that their three views of the master had been gradually distorted.
"Hey, take this medicine." While he was speaking, Si Mo's generous palm had an extra pill with a green glow and a strong fragrance.
Mu Ge glanced at the pill, cast aside his eyes, and refused: "No need."
Mu Ge's refusal, in Si Mo's eyes, was like a child making a fuss. He frowned and coaxed softly: "Take the medicine and it will be better."
"No, no, don't eat."
"Little song is good, just take one pill."
"Don't eat it! I warn you not to call me such nasty words!"
"You take medicine obediently, and I will consider your proposal."
"You get fucked!"
The naive conversation, as the wind spread farther and farther, fell into the ears of the two guarding secretly.
Both of them couldn't help shaking, making eye contact.
‘The master is really sick. ’
‘And it’s very sick. ’
'How to do? ’
'No solution……'
The sad two people turned their heads in tears, for the wise and martial master in Mao's mind, who should not be close to strangers, felt a sense of fading away?