Chapter 1113

What's the matter with this strange emotion rising from the bottom of my heart.

"Princess, watch your step."

Mo Yi pays attention to every move of Mo Yunge.

I noticed that Mo Yunge was watching Mo Yan, but he didn't say anything. After all, he was a servant. Moreover, the princess has always been arrogant, eyes have always seen only stronger than her, will see more ink Yan two eyes, it is normal.

Even Mo Yi is surprised that a little Beilan has such an amazing young master as Mo Yan!

"Well."

Mo Yunge bowed his head and found the hurdle at the threshold of Jinluan hall.

Just now, I was fascinated by it. I didn't pay attention to it. I almost tripped.

If she is really tripped by a small threshold in front of Beilan's civil and military officials, Mo Yan and ziqianmo, she will lose her face, and she won't have to live.

After crossing the threshold.

I could have left.

But Mo Yunge still couldn't restrain the strange commotion in his heart. He turned his head again and looked at Mo Yan for the second or even the third time.

The more you look.

The more I feel that this young man is not only so outstanding in military force, but also the most difficult Lei FA. He is also very talented and handsome, just like a demon standing on the top of Jiuyou.

It's beautiful.

The eyebrows and eyes, the high nose, the thin lips, the face shape, the outline, even the height, the figure, the hair, all exude fascinating charm.

Such a man, handsome as if not like the world should have.

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Compared with his appearance, Mo Yan's Shenxiao thunder skill has the cultivation of Zifu period!

It's horrible!

Mo Yan seems to be two or three years younger than himself, just like 18.

The 18-year-old Zifu period is a perfect place. Even in the Empire of Zhongzhou, it is unprecedented, enough to break the record and be recorded in the history of the mainland forever!

Compare with Mo Yan.

I, the so-called pride of the first day in China, became a waste.

Of course, it's not fair for men to compare with women.

Even if it is, there is no comparability between the so-called young children in Zhongzhou and Mo Yan, so they are cruelly compared, and there is no residue left.

The more deeply he thought about it, the faster Mo Yunge's heart beat, the faster his blood flow, and his body was faintly feverish. Even the terrible wound caused by Mo Yan in his chest was not so painful. Instead, it became a kind of sweet torture.

Mo Yunge's lips, can't help rising slightly.

She couldn't control herself.

Laughing like a young girl in love who suddenly opened her mind.

Mo Yi was a little surprised: "princess, are you seriously injured and hot? My cheeks are burning red! "

Mo Yi doesn't think about love.

He's just worried.

Worried that the princess's wound is inflamed, causing a serious fever and infection, or a face, even neck, ears, are so red abnormal?

"Ah? No

Mo Yunge himself is also surprised, more is guilty.

As if the girl's mind was discovered by the uncle who looked at her growing up, it was a burst of arrhythmia, and her face became more red.

Subconsciously, she raised a hand and covered her cheek.

The palm is cold.

The cheek is very hot.

——Sure enough.

All the time, he was led to the rest room and treated by the imperial doctor. Mo Yunge's head and legs were floating.