Morning Star

Chapter 322 Good-looking

The power of the demon in the hall was completely absorbed by Mo Xinglan, and the Xuanli Sword automatically returned to his body.

The formation seemed to be weakened by this influence. The blue light beams around it flickered as if there was a poor connection.

The external wounds on Mo Xinglan's body have healed, and the previous bloodstains have disappeared, as if they had never existed.

But his face was still pale and bloodless. He huddled there motionless, with empty eyes.

The formation weakened, and Chujiu, who was sitting on the ground, could see clearly what was happening inside.

Looking at the person in front of him with white hair under the inky black hair, he swallowed, his mind went blank, and his face gradually heated up.

The formation hadn't weakened before, so she couldn't see clearly what was going on inside. He was covered in blood, so she thought he was wearing clothes. But who knew...

It's all because his skin is too white.

It took her a long time to come back to her senses. After meeting the bloodshot eyes that seemed to have been staring at her for a while, she shouted, "Ouch!"

He quickly raised his hands and covered his big eyes, as if he was the one lying there.

After covering it for a while, he quietly opened a gap between his fingers and looked through the gap.

The young man was seen struggling to sit up on the ground, his messy hair sweeping back and forth on his body.

It seemed that this action was somewhat difficult. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his hair stuck to his face as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Although the external injuries have healed, the internal injuries are still serious and I have lost blood. I feel pain all over my body when I move a little.

Leaning against the blue beam of light, he looked up tiredly at the girl who was pretending to cover her eyes: "Look if you want."

She quickly put her fingers together like a little fox whose tail was caught, and refused to admit it: "I'm not, I didn't."

He chuckled, frowned silently, and asked in a hoarse voice as if chatting: "Does it look good?"

"It looks good." She answered without thinking, but then she felt that it was wrong and immediately changed her words, "Ah no, it doesn't look good, uh... no, it's not..."

How could she answer this? The evil-hearted demon must have done it on purpose.

Mo Xinglan curled the corners of his lips slightly, turned his head towards her, frowned and retracted his legs.

Chujiu's cheeks flushed and she turned away without noticing his actions. After a long while, she managed to utter two words: "It looks good."

"Hmm?" Mo Xinglan's mind was a little confused. The interval was a bit long, and he didn't understand what she was saying for a while.

Chujiu bit her lower lip and glanced at him quietly: "I said...you are pretty and very white..."

She pursed her lips and buried her head, looking shy like a little girl who was saying love words for the first time. As if she was talking to herself or him, she stammered: "Suosuo, collarbone... looks good, body, body... looks good, waist... is thin, looks good, legs are long, looks good..."

The more she spoke, the less she knew what she was saying. Her mind was a mess, and all she could think of was him.

Mo Xinglan froze in place as he listened to her. His eyes moved slowly in the direction she was talking.

Two blushes gradually appeared on the pale cheeks.

Her words filled my mind. It took me a while to come back to my senses.

How should he respond? Praise her too?

“You, you are pretty too.” His mind began to recall the previous scenes. He swallowed and his cheeks became hotter. “You are very cute, with big eyes and a soft mouth. You, you are also very white, so white and tender. You feel soft and warm when I hug you, x…”

"Thank you, please stop talking!" She was startled and interrupted him for fear that he would say the next word.

She didn't expect that he would praise her, and her face became redder and redder as she listened to his praise.

He, he was just about to talk about her breasts.

This guy must have seen her clearly before.

Damn! What a loss, a huge loss!

Mo Xinglan opened his lips but before he could finish a word, the words got stuck in his throat.

Now that I think about it, it seems like something is wrong. I quickly shut up and stop talking.

I hugged my legs and buried my head between my knees, trying to calm myself down.

Chujiu buried his head and tried to calm himself down.

For a moment, the hall fell silent again.

After a long while, Chujiu looked at his back which was mostly hidden by his hair, hesitated for a moment and pursed his lips: "Are you okay?"

"How are you?"

The two spoke almost at the same time.

He was stunned again, then quieted down and waited for the other party to speak.

After Mo Xinglan calmed down, he leaned his head against the beam of light and asked, "Does your body still hurt?"

"I..." She hesitated, looked at the palm that had been scratched by her own nails, and turned her hand over with the back facing up, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

It can be said that I have adapted to it.

He turned his head and his eyes fell on her pale little face. After a while, he moved his eyes to her hands on her legs.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the formation above that was about to dissipate, as if in a daze.

"How are you? How are your injuries?" Although the previous wounds on his body were gone, he didn't look like he had recovered from his injuries. So I was still a little worried.

He was silent for a moment and looked up at the formation that was unable to move: "It will be fine."

This answer means that the injury has not healed yet.

Chujiu pursed her lips and tightened her hands on her legs.

There was a sharp pain in the palm of his hand. He frowned and took a cold breath, but didn't intend to pay attention to it.

"Does your hand hurt?"

Although her breathing was not loud, Mo Xinglan was born with good hearing. Even now when he was very tired, he could hear it clearly.

Chujiu was slightly stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes and smiled at him indifferently: "It doesn't hurt."

How can I have the nerve to cry out in pain?

In fact, compared to the pain in the body, the pain in the hands is really nothing.

She had made up her mind that since she had promised him, she would stay for him and marry him after he had avenged himself.

She will definitely get hurt many times before this, and she can no longer rely on the system. If the mission is really successful in the future, she will not be used to it without the painless mode of the system. She will not turn on the painless mode again in the future.

Mo Xinglan glanced at her, then looked away. He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes blocking his blood-red pupils, and pursed his lips without saying anything.

The surroundings became quiet again. One of them lowered his head and stared at the back of his hand in a daze, while the other lowered his eyes and stared at the ground in a daze.

It was motionless, as if frozen in place. The only thing that proved the world was moving was the slowly rotating formation above the beam of light.

Chujiu gradually became annoyed by the silence.

She liked the hustle and bustle, so she was not used to such silence, and she really didn't like this atmosphere.

He sighed and looked up at the formation on the beam of light.

After the power of the demon god was absorbed by Mo Xinglan, the formation seemed to be unable to rotate anymore, and it seemed to have weakened a lot.

He stared at the formation with his almond-shaped eyes for a long time, and had already thought of a way to break it in his mind.

In fact, she didn't have any idea. Her idea was very simple, that is, to break it with brute force. In the face of absolute strength, what does the formation matter?

Before making this decision, she already knew that this formation would not harm Mo Xinglan. It would only attack people who approached from outside. This made it easy.