Mo Ronyan looked at the girl's crimson ear tips with emotion in his eyes.
His voice became hoarse and darker: "We were born in the same quilt, and we died in the same acupuncture point."
Su Ruotang's bright peach blossom eyes looked like a frightened cat.
His bright and colorful eyes suddenly widened like cat eyes.
Round.
She pushed Mo Ronyan away and glanced around, "Who... who wants to sleep with you..."
Mo Ronyan stretched out his long arm and easily hooked the long-jumping little ragdoll cat back.
"Of course it's Madam~" He deliberately lengthened the ending note, revealing the lingering flavor.
Su Ruotang's eyes widened.
What did the dog man experience at the bottom of the cliff?
Suddenly it seemed as if the sultry Ren and Du channels were opened.
"Let's go in and take a look." Mo Ronyan watched her cheeks turn crimson, chuckled, and walked towards Yizhuang with his arms around her waist.
Everyone took advantage of the large number of people and the strong yang energy, and it was noon again.
Coupled with the temptation of the holy medicine, they all boldly walked into the Yizhuang.
Mo Rongyan and Su Ruotang followed the crowd slowly.
The two of them have peerless looks and an extraordinary noble demeanor.
For a time, more people were looking at them than at the coffin.
"Attracting bees and butterflies." Su Ruotang glanced at Mo Rongyan coldly and snorted coldly.
Mo Rongyan held Su Ruotang's slender waist, and his dark eyes like paint were shining with the slightest luster, "Madam, they look at you more."
Su Ruotang raised her delicate and small chin, and just as she was about to speak, a sudden cry came from in front of her, "Is this... a living person?"
Su Ruotang looked up and saw that the coffin in the middle was opened and the body was shaken out.
She is a woman who appears to be fifteen or sixteen years old, with delicate and smooth skin and long hair like a waterfall.
When it rolled out, the soft skin was wiped with blood marks on the ground.
A little bit of blood slowly overflowed.
hiss--
Everyone gasped.
"Can the blood of a dead person be so red?"
"Is this a living person or a dead person?"
"Lying in the coffin for so long, he must be dead!"
"But the dead person's limbs are stiff. She doesn't look stiff..."
"Either he died not long ago."
"It's impossible that she just died. The clothes on her body were all withered. There was obviously a human mark where she lay in the coffin."
"Come to the room, look at her nails and scalp, they are all covered in dust!"
Su Ruotang took a closer look, and her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly.
The dirt between the fingers of the corpse was all caked in lumps, proving that she had been lying in the coffin for a long time.
But the concentration and color of blood are unique to living people.
"I know! She took the holy medicine!"
While everyone was confused, a commoner screamed.
The word "holy medicine" came out.
Everyone's eyes turned from fear to greed when they looked at the corpse.
"This corpse is mine!" A man who knew how to use fists and kicks was the first to pounce on the corpse.
As soon as he moved, everyone followed suit and rushed towards the body.
"Don't grab it, this is mine!"
"No one can steal it from me, it's mine!"
"Get away, I found it first!"
In an instant, Yizhuang, which was already covered in dust, was filled with dust.
Su Ruotang and Mo Rongyan stepped away.
Staying away from the flying ash, Su Ruoxi patted her chest with her small hands, "Fortunately, I dodge quickly, otherwise I would have eaten a mouthful of ash."
Mo Rongyan and Qingjun's eyebrows were sarcastic: "This is the first time I have seen so many people snatching a corpse."
"On the battlefield back then, we never saw so many people snatching the corpses of enemy generals."
There were about twenty people who rushed out of Yizhuang together with the two of them.
At this time, these people were staring at Yizhuang surrounded by fly ash with indifferent expressions.
"Husband, if the holy medicine is really in the corpse, can I grab a piece of meat for you?" Su Ruotang's black and white eyes were full of smiles, and he stepped forward to look towards Yizhuang.
Mo Ronyan crossed his arms across his chest and looked at her with a half-smile, "I heard that the holy elixir can keep your face beautiful, so I'll grab a piece for you, madam. Do you want hands or legs?"
Su Ruotang rolled his eyes and was about to speak.
Suddenly, a shrill scream came from inside Yizhuang.
Immediately afterwards, the hundreds of people who had been frantically snatching the corpse ran out with their bodies covered in blood and flesh, rolled to the ground and screamed while grabbing their skin.
Su Ruotang glanced at her, and faintly said three words with her red lips, "Poisoned."
In just a few breaths, the skin and flesh of the people who fell to the ground peeled off, revealing their bones.
In just a few moments, hundreds of people who were looting the bodies were all turned into blood.
Su Ruotang poked Mo Ronyan's hand with her white fingertips, "Tsk, tsk, they are the people of Dongqi, don't you feel sorry for them?"
Mo Ronyan pinched her delicate white fingers and said calmly, "I have no interest in being a hostage, a prisoner, or an orphan."
Su Ruotang blinked and understood the meaning of the man's words.
He entered the battlefield just to prevent Dongqi from being annexed by the other two countries and becoming a hostage or prisoner.
The only people he wanted to protect were blood relatives like Emperor Wu Shun, the Liu family and Mo Jinming.
"Tsk, tsk, if the people of Dongqi knew why you went to the battlefield, I wonder if they would still worship you so much."
Mo Rongyan said in a calm tone: "They don't have to worship their husbands."
After the sound fell, he suddenly approached Su Ruotang, and his clear voice was seductive, "As long as the madam worships her as her husband, that's fine."
Su Ruotang was caught off guard and was stared at by the man's dark eyes like paint.
She clearly saw that there was only her figure in the man's eyes.
Full of emotion.
"Madam, do you worship me as your husband?"
The refreshing scent of cedar, mixed with a hint of medicinal fragrance, fills your breath.
Su Ruotang's breathing was chaotic and slightly rapid.
She looked away unnaturally, not daring to look at the man's eyes that seemed to be soaked in the stars and could absorb people's soul.
"Only a ghost will worship you!"
Mo Ronyan looked at her panicked expression, and a low laugh escaped from his throat.
Helpless and conniving.
The breeze blew by, causing their hair to tangle.
The sky was filled with blood, outlining the lingering relationship between the two.
Su Ruotang took a step back suddenly.
The next moment, his waist was hooked by slender and strong arms.
Su Ruotang was embraced by Mo Rongyan again.
Almost at the same time, a man's deep voice came from above his head, "Be careful!"
As he finished speaking, the sound of swords sounded.
Su Ruotang looked from Mo Rongyan's arms.
Dozens of men in black appeared out of nowhere. They raised their swords and started to kill Su Ruotang and others.
Mo Rongyan and Su Ruotang easily avoided the men in black and took a few lives.
"Who are you?" The twenty or so people who had previously evacuated Yizhuang stared warily at the men in black who suddenly came out.
"Our target is not you, get out!" The leading man in black looked at Su Ruotang and Mo Ronyan and said coldly.
More than 20 people ignored it and turned to look at Yizhuang.
He gritted his teeth and left quickly.
I don’t know if the holy medicine exists, but my life is at stake.
Seeing these people leaving, Su Ruotang raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are they chasing you again?"
Mo Ronyan's dark pupils were cool and without warmth, "Maybe he is after Madam."
Su Ruotang rolled her eyes: "A kind-hearted little fairy like me has no enemies."
A low laugh escaped from Mo Ronyan's throat: "Well, I don't have enemies, I have love rivals."
