"Nonsense!" Mo Yunfeng stiffened his neck and quickly denied it. How could he admit this?
But his hasty attempt to distance himself from the matter made Su Luo and the others feel a little uneasy, and they looked at Mo Yunfeng with increasingly strange eyes.
In this solemn atmosphere, Mo Yunfeng gritted his teeth, took out a small porcelain bowl, and placed it on the table: "Miss Su..."
"Hmm?" Su Luo asked knowingly, "What's the matter?"
For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Mo Yunfeng's face, and pairs of eyes as sharp as swords stared at Mo Yunfeng's hair.
"I heard that Miss Su ate Red Blood Scrophularia?" Mo Yunfeng's eyes gradually became serious and solemn.
"So what?" Nangong Liuyun had finished his training at some point, and he stood up and walked slowly behind Su Luo. He put his long arms around her shoulders and looked at Mo Yunfeng with a bit of hostility.
Seeing Nangong Liuyun, Mo Yunfeng's heart began to beat fast. Although he felt that with his ninth-rank strength, he would not lose to Nangong Liuyun, but seeing him, he could not muster the slightest desire to fight.
I will never lose to Nangong Liuyun! Mo Yunfeng secretly clenched his fists in his heart!
After mentally preparing himself, Mo Yunfeng slowly stood up, clasped his hands behind his back, and raised his chin arrogantly: "Miss Su, I have a wet nurse who is very old and terminally ill. The alchemist said that only drinking the blood of the Red Blood Scrophulariaceae can save her. So I have taken the liberty to come here and ask for a bowl of blood. I hope Miss Su will grant me this."
Mo Yunfeng said he was asking for a bowl of blood, but his attitude didn't show any sign of asking for anything.
Beichen Ying didn't give him any face and sneered directly: "Your wet nurse is already old? Haha, then how old was she when she started nursing you? Fifty or sixty? Oh, I never thought that the Second Young Master Mo had this quirk since he was a baby."
"You--" Mo Yunfeng's forehead was bulging with veins. He glared at Beichen Ying angrily, but in his heart he wanted to slap himself in the face.
I had thought it through well on the way here, but why did I get nervous under Nangong Liuyun's ink-black eyes and mention the fact that I was old?
Su Luo raised the corners of her lips in a half-smile: "I was wondering, Second Young Master Mo went through so much trouble to invite us here, it turns out he's attracted to my blood."
Zi Yan clenched her fist in indignation: "Mo Yunfeng, you are so bold! Don't you know that Su Luo is Master Rong Yun's disciple? Aren't you afraid of Master Rong Yun's revenge?"
Mo Yunfeng's face was so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of it.
He didn't expect that these people would turn against each other so easily.
Now, what should he do about this? Mo Yunfeng really had no idea.
Nangong Liuyun raised his hand, and suddenly, the noisy sounds disappeared, and the surroundings returned to peace.
"Do you really want to shed the girl's blood?" Nangong Liuyun raised the corners of his lips lightly and asked casually.
Mo Yunfeng bowed to Nangong Liuyun and said, "It's really a matter of life and death, so I have no choice but to speak up. I hope you will help me, Brother Nangong."
Nangong Liuyun seemed a little embarrassed. He looked down at Su Luo, his eyes flickering slightly: "Since human life is at stake, then..."
Su Luo pretended to be embarrassed: "I also want to save people, but... I was poisoned before, and the poison has not been completely eliminated. If I donate blood rashly, that is not saving people, that is harming them."
The two of them sang in unison, making the scene so realistic that it was hard to tell whether it was real or fake.
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