1222. Chapter 1222 Mysterious Spirit Fruit 3

3q c, the fastest update of The Evil King Chasing His Wife: Good-for-nothing Miss Nitian! "Nonsense!" Mo Yunfeng stiffened his neck and quickly denied it. How can you admit this?

But his hastily clearing away caused Su Luo and the others to move slightly, and the eyes they looked at Mo Yunfeng became more and more strange.

In this solemn atmosphere, Mo Yunfeng bit the bullet, took out a small porcelain bowl, and put it on the table: "Miss Su"

"Huh?" Su Luo asked knowingly, "What's the matter?"

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Mo Yunfeng's face, and pairs of sharp sword-like eyes stared at Mo Yunfeng's hair.

"I heard that Miss Su ate red blood crocodile?" Mo Yunfeng's eyes gradually became serious and dignified.

"So what?" Nangong Liuyun didn't know when he had finished his practice, so he got up and walked slowly behind Su Luo, wrapping his slender arms around her shoulders, looking at Mo Yunfeng with a bit of hostility.

Seeing Nangong Liuyun, Mo Yunfeng's heart beat unconsciously. Although he felt that he would not lose to Nangong Liuyun with his ninth-level strength, but when he saw him, he couldn't arouse any fighting spirit psychologically.

I will never lose to Nangong Liuyun! Mo Yunfeng secretly clenched his fists in his heart!

After building his mind, Mo Yunfeng stood up slowly, put his hands behind his back, and raised his chin arrogantly: "Miss Su, I have a nanny who is very old and terminally ill. Only the blood of red-blooded Scrophulariaceae can save her, so I took the liberty to come here and ask for a bowl of blood, and I hope that Miss Su will be fulfilled."

Mo Yunfeng said he was begging for a bowl of blood, but his attitude didn't mean to beg for it.

Bei Chenying didn't show any face at all, and sneered directly: "Your nanny is old? Haha, how old is she to nurse you? Fifty or sixty years old? Oh, I really didn't expect it, the second son Mo is a baby!" I have this quirk in my life."

"You—" Mo Yunfeng had bulging veins on his forehead, and he glared at Bei Chenying angrily, but he wanted to slap himself on the mouth in his heart.

He obviously thought well on the way here, but why, under Nangong Liuyun's dark eyes like ink, he said that he was old when he was nervous?

Su Luo curled up the corners of her lips with a half-smile: "I mean, Second Young Master Mo has worked so hard to invite us here, so it turns out that he has taken a fancy to my blood."

Zi Yan clenched her fists filled with righteous indignation: "Mo Yunfeng, you are so courageous, don't you know that Su Luo is Master Rong Yun's disciple? Don't you fear Master Rong Yun's revenge?"

Mo Yunfeng's face was so gloomy that he could almost drip water.

He didn't expect that these people would turn against each other when they said they would turn against each other.

Now, how to do this matter? Mo Yunfeng really had no idea.

Nangong Liuyun raised his hand, and immediately, the noisy sound disappeared, and the surroundings returned to calm.

"Are you really going to shed the girl's blood?" Nangong Liuyun slightly raised the corners of his lips and asked casually.

Mo Yunfeng gave a salute to Nangong Liuyun: "It's true that human life is at stake, so I had to speak up, and I'm going to fulfill Brother Nangong."

Nangong Liuyun seemed a little embarrassed, he looked down at Su Luo, his eyes flickered slightly: "Since human life is at stake, then"

Su Luo pretended to be troubled: "I also want to save people, but I was poisoned in my body before, and the poison hasn't been cured yet. If you donate blood rashly, that's not saving people, it's harming people."

The two sang together, making the scene so realistic that people couldn't tell the truth from the fake.