C30 (1/2)

Hard to say? Yue Molu's voice was a little hoarse. At this moment, her eyes were a little blurry, his face was slightly red, and his lips were slightly red and swollen.

Prince, you, let me go first. Mo Ningxue felt that this posture was very weird. Moreover, this posture was too misleading.

Yue Molu let go of her waist and jumped far away, as if he was determined to protect his innocence.

Okay, you can say it. Yue Molu shook his head helplessly. Had he become a bully? He had to rely on this method to force others to do so.

Actually, I only did this last time, after Mo Chuxia poisoned me. Due to certain reasons, cough, my head was injured, so — Hmm, you understand. That is to say, I have changed since then. Besides, your highness should have seen that I was enlightened from then on. How could a cloth-clothed girl like me like a prince? The prince and Miss Ling were the only two made in heaven, I was just a little dazed for a moment. After Mo Ningxue finished speaking, she carefully looked at Yue Molu.

She hoped that he would believe what she had said. She still did not have the courage to tell him where she came from. Once it was said that he was only a ghost of the third realm's Mortal Realm, then he would definitely not believe more of himself, and he might even kill him to recruit ghosts —

You like This King just for a moment? Yue Molu mulled over these words. Comprehension?

Seeing the cold Qi that was being released from Yue Molu's body, Mo Ningxue almost kneeled down and begged for forgiveness. This prince was curious as to why she suddenly disliked him. Then if I like him, does he hate me as much as she did before, afraid of avoiding me?

Well, yes.

Prince. She raised her head slightly, her eyes filled with fear. Actually, Chu Qing had always admired the Prince.

As she said this, a hint of melancholy appeared in her eyes —

Chu Qing was just thinking of secretly liking the prince and not making things difficult for him. Mo Ningxue endured the goosebumps on her skin and learnt Mo Chuqing in great detail.

With that, Mo Ningxue walked towards Yue Molu with a cute expression.

Yue Molu slightly narrowed his eyes. This was indeed similar to the Mo Chuqing of the past, but the Mo Chuqing of the past would never say this. At most, she would sneakily glance at him a few times, and then, he would stutter and blush whenever he saw speaking. Although she was learning how to make an expression like this, it was too casual when talking.

Yue Molu smiled, stood up, and slowly walked towards Mo Ningxue.

Mo Ningxue slowly retreated, her eyes a little confused, what did she say wrong now? Didn't this prince want the old Mo Chuqing? Didn't I learn it?

Could it be that the Prince has always liked the original Mo Chuqing?

Impossible, the prince likes Mo Zhiling, and everyone seems to know that the prince once made a promise to marry her as a wife, and no one would be affected by it.

You, what are you doing? Mo Ningxue swallowed her saliva and retreated a step.

What's your name? Yue Molu's eyes were full of smiles. She had just drank his wine and still dared to lie.

Mo Ningxue. Mo Ningxue blurted out, and quickly closed her eyes, carrying regret.

Mo Ningxue. Yue Molu slowly chewed on the name, it was a very nice name. He nodded his head. She was very obedient, and the words he blurted out must be much more realistic than the acting words from before!

Mo Ningxue is my pen name. Ah, no, it's my word. The more Mo Ningxue talked, the more confused she became, and the more she seemed to panic a little as she leaned against Yue Molu. She wasn't good at lying anyway, and he felt like he was about to cover it up. She almost bit off her own tongue.

Yue Molu said with a smile that was not a smile. You drank the wine just now, do you understand?

Mo Ningxue's face suddenly became pale, and she suddenly leaned against the wall behind her. It's like she's told a lot of lies, and this --

Yeah, maybe he lied to himself.

Now, do you dare to say that what you said was the truth? Yue Molu trapped her between his arms and the wall.

Mo Ningxue was panicking, but she had to stay steady. She took a deep breath, she had to let him know, I'm not afraid of you. Yes.

Yue Molu casually lifted a strand of her hair and softly asked, ”Do you know the consequences of tricking me?”

What, what was the result? Mo Ningxue's heart stirred as she hurriedly asked.

When talking, one would either lose a hand, one's foot, or one's clothes — Yue Molu smiled casually. Do you dare to swear it?

Lost your hand? Missing a foot? What should he do once he reaches the truesoul level? She wasn't that stupid, but if she lost a set of clothes, then she would drop it. She had too many clothes. If she dropped them, wouldn't she just have to buy another set?

I swear, if I had been lying, I would have dropped a suit of clothes. Mo Ningxue smiled innocently as she finished her words. ”Your Highness, do you think this is enough?”