Chapter 342

After being coquettish, I'll flatter you.

Night Qingluo felt that he had already thrown the integrity to the ground.

That girl is an orc of nirvana.

Save her, perhaps can let her contract with oneself, open own blood.

If the girl does not want to make a contract with her, she will have an orc friend, which will do no harm to yeqingluo.

In that case, she was fully prepared and would come forward to save people.

At first, she was attracted to xijue by her speed.

If she can't save people and the situation changes suddenly, she can ride on xijue and leave quickly.

There's the secret of teleportation.

If you detect something wrong, you will be able to protect yourself if you use blink.

As a result, she dared to take on more than a dozen students in Gaoxuan class.

Just thousands of calculations, did not calculate to night qingshallow break through the dark, did not calculate that Qiao Jin and others will come to help her.

"Retreat? Is this your way out? " Emperor Mo Xuan sneered and his fingers moved abruptly. He easily untied the waist cover of the night.

The night is clear and the body is stiff.

His fingers, pulling her hospital clothes, fingertips touch her skin, causing her shivering.

The night is clear and the breath is steep. I don't understand what emperor Mo Xuan's action means.

The night clear clothes, already half open, exposed the white skin of left shoulder.

Emperor Mo Xuan's fingers slipped down and exposed her whole arm.

Above the arm, wrapped with a layer of powder, still can't hide the blood scab of the whip mark, extremely visible.

Emperor Mo Xuan's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and her fingers suddenly pressed down her wound.

"Hiss..." Night Qingluo pain of the inverted inhalation of cold air, the body pain kept shrinking back.

The pressure in the wound of the finger, in hear her pain call, and can't bear to relax the force.

Tight and, a cool meaning, from the fingertips of emperor Mo Xuan.

That cool, cut through the wound, just by Emperor Mo Xuan press pain disappeared.

"Ah Xuan..." Night Qingluo blinked guilty eyes, soft voice, called the name of emperor Mo Xuan, "sorry, I know you are angry with me, I promise Promise there won't be another time, will you? "

Emperor Mo Xuan still did not speak, but took out a jade bottle from his dark dragon ring and changed her dressing again.

His face is cold and his eyebrows are calm, but his actions are gentle to the extreme.

As if, the night is his treasure.

In the mouth afraid of melting, holding in the palm of the fear of falling in general.

His careful, so that night clear eyes suddenly hot, nose pan acid.

In front of others, she is confident, arrogant and arrogant.

Only in front of emperor Mo Xuan, she looked like a little woman.

Even if the knife rest is around her neck, she will never show half fear and feel like crying.

But this man, gentle for her medicine, but she was moved to tears.

More than that, there's guilt.

"I know that now I am no longer a person. The companions of the magic class are very important, but you are more important." Close to the eyes of the long, shaking eyes.

"I'm sorry to have worried you."

The shoulder wound was repainted.

Bursts of cool feeling, submerged the pain.

Emperor Mo Xuan's slender fingers, and hook up the clothes of the night, gently and gently cover for her.

At the time when the night was clear and ready to continue to speak, Emperor Mo Xuan's deep voice came from his ear: "I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with myself..."

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