A voice sounded from the king’s tent and came out of the king’s tent with a pale face and a suit of Chinese clothes and a fox fur coat.
As soon as Mo Zihan’s heart reached his throat, he suddenly emerged from Nangong Jin’s arms and untied himself. He went to Tuoli’s side and immediately put the fox fur on his chest.
"How did you come out? Go back in such a cold day! "
Looking at Mo Zihan with great satisfaction, he smiled heartily.
"Don’t worry, you won’t die!"
"How about you move the wound like this?"
"tolerable"
Mo Zihan touched her neck with a grain of salt. It was so cold in winter, but a little sweat was instantly cooled by the cold wind.
Take out your handkerchief and gently wipe off the sweat on your forehead and neck.
Looking at Mo Zihan’s wrinkled brow, he reached out and held Mo Zihan’s hand.
"Han Er, don’t worry. It’s all right."
"How can you not worry about how you don’t listen? If you don’t listen to me, I will ignore you! "
"That also have to wait until my rival in love left you this woman I didn’t sleep how long when you threw yourself into the arms of other men? What if I go in at this time and he takes the opportunity to take you away? "
Mo Zihan thoroughly felt that he didn’t seem to be like this to her before, but once he was sure of each other, he was like a piece of candy stuck to her all day, and he always looked like he was being swayed by considerations of gain and loss
"Jin, why don’t you go first? It’s so cold here and you’re all injured. It’s not good to blow outside all the time."
The original has been hit by Mo Zihan’s words, and it’s almost impossible to breathe. Now Nangong Jin is going crazy with jealousy when she sees that she loves a woman so much and is so affectionate with Tuoli.
"Are you afraid that he will catch a cold and drive me away? ！”
"No! Why don’t you … why don’t you talk inside? ! We can’t stay out here all the time, can we? "
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"Do you really love him?" Nangong Jin answered irrelevant questions.
"Yes" Mo Zihan did not shy away.
"Then I’ll kill him and see what you love!"
In fact, Nangong Jin is doing the same thing.
He thinks he doesn’t have the strength to kill him. If he had been on the battlefield, he would have solved him, and he wouldn’t have been so seriously injured.
But where does Mo Zihan know?
Nowadays, the poison of severe trauma has destroyed his body, let alone his amazing martial arts. I’m afraid even an ordinary person can take him down.
Caring for love, Chermo Zihan saw that Nangong Jin had enrolled students, fearing that he would hurt him and suddenly flicker to stop him.
I never knew that Mo Zihan could fight martial arts. Nangong Jin looked at Mo Zihan like a ghost, just by disappearing in front of his eyes and feeling murderous, he had been driven back five meters by her.
Looking at the sudden appearance in front of your face, the ice blade with you at any time is on his neck. Mo Zihan Nangong Jin suddenly feels that this girl is very strange.
This is his son. Yes!
She looks, her figure, everything about her, and he can be 100% sure that the woman in front of her is his son.
But … But since when has everything changed?
That gate doesn’t leave the second door, and even if you don’t walk carefully, you will fall down. It’s always pathetic to haunt him and cry to him. When did Han Er not only learn a lot of inexplicable things but also learn such strange martial arts?
If the personality changes, he can understand that Han Er has grown up and learned a lot, and he can also understand that she is eager to learn.
But this martial arts …
How can it be so weird without years of hard work?
If you don’t have long-term training as a killer, how can you directly resist his carotid artery as soon as you appear in front of him?
Did she have a lot to hide from him from the beginning?
No! No way! Nangong Jin quickly rejected this idea.
"When did you … learn martial arts?"
Mo Zihan was stunned by Nangong Jin’s words. Indeed, she never showed her skills in front of Nangong Jin’s father.
"I … I knew it when I was a child."
It’s not surprising to see this strange martial arts skill of Tuoli to his family. The Nangong Jin Baituo must have known it for a long time.
In addition to despair, Nangong Jin still feels a deep irony.