THE UNRIVALED MIRACLE DOCTOR AND THE GOD
Chapter 57: Some of the Songs Are Not Good
A strong breath destroys everything in the forest.
Mu Ge cursed in his heart: ‘Sadly reminder! 'But suddenly I heard an unforgettable sound——
"The little song is ugly again."
A tone that should have been arrogant, noble and indifferent, but it seemed sweet and deadly.
Mu Ge was startled, and the next second, he felt that he had fallen into a warm and strong embrace. Even through his clothes, he could feel the strength of his muscles.
A familiar smell came and pierced his nose.
Then, an incomparably handsome face appeared in his eyes. The features of the face that looked like a god, beautiful without waves, could not find the slightest hint of stains, appearing to shine with a faint light.
“Voyeur!” Mu Ge gritted his teeth and took out three words.
The visitor was startled, and the three words 'voyeurism' followed his ears like ants and penetrated into his heart. These three bluffing words reminded him of their first glance.
Under the cold moon, accompanied by fireflies, standing alone in the river washing the ground, the indifferent girl.
He was the first to dare to look at her and question her.
However, such a person was not even the Scarlet Realm.
When he showed incredible strength before him, what he saw was not fear and humility, but a strong desire to win.
Moreover, she saw her stunning appearance, but she did not show the look of that idiot like any other woman.Despite her shock at first glance, she could not see any emotions.
Those calm and unwavering eyes made his heart that had been silent for so many years suddenly beat fast. It seemed like he wanted to inject his shadow deeply into those eyes, and wanted to see those eyes break that calm gaze. .
She's special.
On his dazzling face, the look on his handsome, angled face slowly softened, and a hint of a smile was seen at the corner of his mouth. He lowered his head and looked at the dazzling red-clothed man who was injured in his arm. The striking red color was the color he hated the most.However, when worn on his body, he could not help but like it, but considered it very beautiful.
It seemed like in this world, only this strong red color could accentuate its uniqueness.
The torn red clothes were covered in blood and mud. Clearly bruised all over his body, that stunning little face was filled with thick ferociousness and unyielding.
“Let go of me, old monster!” When hugged by the world famous man in white, Mu Ge did not have the slightest charm. Knowing that he could not defeat the person in front of him, he could only express his dissatisfaction with words.
Old monster?
Si Mo Rujian slightly raised his straight brows, When did he become an old monster?
“You're hurt.” Although his heart was confused, Si Mo still held back his confusion and reminded Mu Ge.
Mu Ge gave a blank look, he knew that he was injured without him reminding him.
"Omong empty." Mu Ge put away his eyes and snorted coldly.
“Did he hurt you?” Si Mo's eyes returned to his usual solitude and nobility once he left Mu Ge. As he looked at the body of old man Bei Ming, killing intent was appearing in the depths of his intoxicating eyes that were like amber.
The person he cared about, anyone dared to hurt?
“Well, he hurt me, I killed him. It could be considered as two cleaning.” Mu Ge calmly replied. Nor did he know how he explained such a sentence in a ghostly manner.
Si Mo was dumbfounded for a moment, with a funny heart.
Is there anything like that? Someone hurt him, and he killed someone else. Are these two cleanings? Although it seemed like something was wrong, Si Mo could not deny that he liked this counting method so much.
In particular, this calculation method was used in Mu Ge. He even took it for granted.
Of course, what if he hurt someone else?
Well, it hurts when it hurts. If Xiao Ge'er hadn't killed that person, wouldn't that person have to thank Dade, and thank Xiao Ge'er for his kindness?
If at this moment, what Si Mo was thinking in his heart, Guya and Gu Ye, were followed secretly, instead, they may know that they will cry and grieve as their three views of the master slowly change.
“Hey, drink this medicine.” As he spoke, Si Mo's generous palm had an extra pill with a strong green light and fragrance.
Mu Ge looked at the pill, put away his eyes, and refused: "No need."
Mu Ge's rejection, in Si Mo's eyes, was like a child making a fuss. He frowned and coaxed gently: "Take the medicine and this will be better."
"No, no, don't eat."
"Little song is good, take one pill."
"Don't eat! I warned you not to call me unpleasant words!"
"Observe the medicine, and I'll consider your proposal."
"You're fucked!"
The naive conversation, as the wind spread further and further, fell into the ears of the two guarding silently.
The two could not help shaking, making eye contact.
"His master is really sick. '
"And it hurts so much. '
'How to do? '
'There is no solution……'
The two sad people turned their heads in tears, as the martial expert and the wise in Mao's mind, who shouldn't be close to strangers, felt the feeling fade away?