Knot under the moon

Chapter 51

The room was in a mess, and there was a faint smell of blood that couldn't go away.

Ning Ye didn't usually care about personal attacks, it was mainly manifested in his unusual anger, even though he had killed Ning Quanyu, he still had the urge to pull his corpse out and whip him again.

After being speechless, Mu Heng nodded to express his understanding: "I still understand this kind of attack. Whenever I hate my family and I hate my teeth and it doesn't have my high traffic every day. When the hot search tops the list, they will post marketing Draft, p my aging picture, so angry that I got up in the middle of the night to apply a mask, it is really unlucky."

"...You're not that mountain god, and your appearance doesn't change. Why do you care so much about the past pictures?" Li Yangui didn't remember Mu Heng's name. Knowing that he was not the queen of the demon, he was a little bit uncomfortable with his identity as a mountain god. accept.

In the impression of ordinary human beings, the mountain god is like a piece of land, sheltering that local area, being admired and worshiped by people, no matter what, it must be a little old man with a white beard who looks respectable, or a mature and stable adult.

But he never imagined that the mountain god would be like Mu Heng.

Is it so easy to be a mountain god?

Can he apply?

Mu Heng sighed for a long time: "Gods like us who are eternally youthful and handsome suddenly see their own aging photos. It is a terrible thing. Human beings who follow the laws of nature and live like a flash in the pan are fundamental. I don’t understand what it’s like to be woken up every day.”

Li Yangui endured the tingling pain in his ears and said, "Oh, then you are so handsome and still can't find a partner?"

well.

Precisely stepping on the painful foot, Mu Heng said "I'm not interested in you" and swallowed it back in Feng Wu's cold eyes. He leaned back on the sofa and shouted at Ning Ye: "What are you doing in a daze? Continue to talk." ah."

Ning Ye gave him a white look, and his hands hanging around his chest naturally dropped, and the two strings of copper coins on his wrists jingled: "The process is like this, but this is just a pretext. There are not a few demons he sent to kill me over the years. The two of us just happened to have a chance, his demon power has declined sharply with age, so it's normal that he can't beat me."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." Mu Heng changed his sloppy look, and looked straight at Ning Ye with sharp eyes, "I saw that woman pull out the snake gall cleanly and neatly with my own eyes, and she seemed to have moved many knives skillfully .”

Ning Shuang came out from behind Ning Ye, and said calmly: "Father often drives poisonous snakes to Ning Ye's house, and I have become accustomed to killing snakes."

"Oh..." Mu Heng dragged out the ending, narrowing his eyes slightly, "The snake you took out the gall was still your father."

Ning Shuang remained silent, without any emotional fluctuations on her face, as if the big snake she had taken away the gallbladder and died was not the father she spoke of at all.

"If you don't take the snake gall, he will have a chance to survive." Mu Heng said with great interest, "You are patricide, you really are the most poisonous woman."

Ning Shuang's eyes moved slightly, and dots of cold light jumped on it: "How can a beast be called patricide? Although I call him father, what I killed was just an animal."

Mu Heng wasn't interested in exploring Ning Shuang's story, and it didn't matter if he killed his father or not. He kicked away the broken piece of wood in front of him and smashed it against the wall with a loud slap.

"Back to the original question, what are you doing with snake gall?"

The living room suddenly fell silent, but there was an invisible pressure lingering tightly on Ning Shuang. She seemed to be resisting something, and unconsciously her face became more and more ugly, gradually losing much color.

Li Yangui didn't expect that Mu Heng, who was only thinking about looking for a partner, would have such aura when he was serious, and even knew how to overwhelm others with arrogance. Even he felt a little short of breath, and even the wound on his ear seemed to hurt even more.

"Boss, your ears hurt, can you be gentle?" Li Yangui looked up at him.

Feng Wu was holding the gauze in his hand, and his movements were very unskilled. After glancing at Ning Ye, he said, "A light touch will leave a scar."

Scars mean ugly, Li Yangui gritted his teeth: "Go ahead."

Hearing this, Feng Wu glanced at him, stopped the hand that was about to move, bent slightly, held the gauze close to the ear and blew lightly.

The icy cold wind blew towards his ears with a familiar scent, and Li Yangui was so sensitive that he instantly jumped up and stood up, halfway through, Feng Wu pressed his shoulders and sat back down.

"Don't move."

After he finished speaking softly, the hand on Li Yangui's shoulder exerted skillful force to prevent him from moving. Feng Wu moved quickly, and in the blowing wind, he quickly pasted the gauze and released him.

The goosebumps and red ears hidden under the sunscreen did not go away, Li Yangui sat upright on the chair with his nerves tensed.

Feng Wu frowned slightly: "You humans have wounds that don't hurt if you blow them off. Why is your expression so ugly, but it still hurts?"

"Who, who told you that it won't hurt once you blow it?" Li Yangui asked in a daze, and his expression is not ugly, but embarrassing, do you understand?

Feng Wu answered very seriously: "Occasionally I watch TV dramas like this."

Li Yangui: "..."

How could Fenghuang, who has lived for an unknown number of years, say such things in a serious manner.

And it doesn't hurt after blowing it, it's a lie, it's a psychological comfort, not to mention that this trick is usually used to coax children, does he look like a child and need to be coaxed?

After being speechless for a while, Li Yangui touched the gauze on his ears and whispered, "Don't blow it to others like this in the future."

Feng Wu said coldly: "Others don't get this kind of treatment."

Li Yangui silently lowered the corners of his raised lips and let out an oh, as if the coercion in the air had dissipated a lot. When he raised his head, he saw that the three people on the opposite side were all staring at him and Feng Wu. The illusion of being discovered in an affair.

"What are you looking at me for? Continue the topic just now." Li Yangui took out a few napkins and wiped the blood that had clotted on his neck to hide his unease, and his eyes wandered here and there.

Mu Heng almost jumped up and pointed at Feng Wu's nose and scolded about prying the corner of the wall in front of him. After all, he couldn't beat it and dared not be arrogant, so he had to swallow the anger, and gritted his teeth viciously at Ning Shuang: "Say, Don't be dumb!"

Anyway, it is a mountain god, and the power when angry is not trivial, and it is unbearable for human beings.

Ning Shuang's legs were a little weak, and the moment she was about to kneel down, her arm was held by Ning Ye, and she broke into Ning Ye's arms without warning, and he covered her eyes, listening to him murmuring in her ears like a raving: "Sleep, Have a nice dream."

Almost instantly, Ning Shuang's eyelids began to twitch, and in just five seconds, she closed her eyes and fell asleep completely.

Ning Ye hugged her in his arms without any effort, and said to Mu Heng: "You are too strong, you scared her out."

Mu Heng: "..."

Li Yangui: "..."

There was a brief silence for a few seconds, and Mu Heng jumped onto the sofa like he was furious: "Open your eyes and talk nonsense in front of me, it's obvious that you performed the spell, and they are all thousand-year-old demons playing with me, hurry up and get me Awake!"

Ning Ye seriously retorted: "A half-demon can't live for a thousand years, let alone I just turned a hundred years old this year."

"..." Mu Heng was stunned for two seconds, "Who do I rely on to break this up with you!"

Ning Ye tilted his head, wondering: "Aren't you showing off how long you have lived?"

Mu Heng: "Pfft."

A mouthful of old blood was spat out.

After a while, he pointed at Ning Ye's finger and nodded in the air: "Anyway, you live upstairs from me, and we have time to talk about the grievances between that damn big snake of your ancestors and me."

Mu Heng took a deep look at Li Yangui, and after making an extremely handsome gesture of flicking his bangs, he walked to the window and stepped on one leg, then thought of something to put it back, patted his clothes, and took the elevator back home.

"..." Li Yangui didn't understand the logic behind it.

Seeing Mu Heng go away in anger, Ning Ye carried Ning Shuang back to the room, Li Yangui remembered that he still had snake gall in his hand, and gave it to Feng Wu: "So what's the use of it?"

In fact, it has no taste, but it is a bit sticky and greasy when it first arrives in the hands. Now it is not only not soft, but more like a cold glass bead.

It's just that when Li Yangui thought that it was the snake gall that he had watched Ning Shuang take out from his adoptive father's body with his own eyes, Li Yangui felt sick to his stomach, but it was not unacceptable to persuade himself not to think about it.

Feng Wu lowered her eyes, her pitch-black eyes reflected this smear of yellow.

After more than ten seconds, Feng Wu said: "It's useless, it's just ordinary snake gall."

Li Yangui: "..."

After waiting for a long time?

Fortunately, he was protecting this thing like his eyeballs just now, but it was useless.

He threw the snake gall on the table far away, and took out a few paper towels to wipe his hands frantically, but he couldn't wipe it clean, as if there was still a sticky touch left on his hands.

Unexpectedly, Feng Wu grabbed his hand: "Let's go back first."

Li Yangui sighed: "Don't stay and listen to Ning Ye's sophistry... No, sophistry?"

What is the difference between these two words?

Feng Wu laughed, looked in the direction of the room and looked away: "Don't worry."

"Okay." Li Yangui stood up, saw his own blood on the ground, and was in a bad mood, "Wasting so much blood, when can we make it up?"

He put his hands in his pockets indifferently, and waited side by side for the elevator with Feng Wu. The sound of conversations from far and near came to Ning Ye's ears.

"Boss, is this considered a work-related injury?"

"If you sneak out if you don't obey, you should deduct one day's wages."

"Are you taking revenge on me and scolding you for restricting my personal freedom?"

"No."

"what is that?"

"It's just that deducting wages is very useful for you."

"...Boss, I was wrong."

"Why did you go early?"

Ning Ye slowly came out of the room, and the snake gall thrown on the table became crystal clear in the sunlight, like a dazzling little sun.

He picked up the snake gall and tossed it up and down to play.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Ning Shuang woke up, smelling the familiar smell, she lusted after the soft blanket for a while before getting up.

The living room has returned to its usual appearance, as if the fighting and chaos in the afternoon were just an illusion.

She sat barefoot beside Ning Ye without saying a word, and turned on the TV with the remote control.

The quiet living room was suddenly broken by the variety show full of jokes on TV.

Ning Ye suddenly said: "Are you really Boss Feng and don't know anything?"

Ning Shuang didn't speak, just stared at the TV, Ning Ye's cold warning came in her ear: "This is the last time."

She gripped the remote control tightly, but still didn't speak.