Mingmei looked at Fan Mo condescendingly, her eyes were scrutinizing, and she was a little thoughtful.

The person in front of him looks like jade, he is handsome and chic among men, he is very handsome and chic in a green shirt, and he is even more heroic and upright, there are three points of heroism between his eyebrows, but more of them are depressed, and he is not happy to come to life.

In the world of martial arts, martial arts are respected.

Looking at the aura on his body, he is still in the martial arts stage, otherwise he would not have pulled weeds here.

Fan Mo stood up and took a few steps back, only then did he see the brightness.

This woman's face is as cold as the moon in the sky, strange but unattainable, the blue flowers in the center of her eyebrows add a bit of weirdness and mystery to her, but a pair of eyes are full of brilliance and brilliance.

This is a woman with magical powers who will fall in love at first sight.

His heart was beating hard, and he pursed his lips tightly, calming down a little, before he looked at Mingmei with wary eyes. "What's the matter with the Venerable Rider breaking into the Boundless Peak?"

"Looking for you!" Bright and indifferent.

Fan Mo: "......"

Bad!

The news that the blood on his body could refine potions still spread out.

Did she come to collect his blood, too?

He quietly pulled a firework out of his sleeve and slammed it out.

Brightly looking at the bright yellow fireworks in the blue sky, it is still a little unfinished until the fireworks disappear.

Fan Mo was a little confused, and couldn't help but remind: "Aren't you leaving?" If you don't leave, within a quarter of an hour, my father, master, and brother will come, and when the time comes, if you want to leave, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave. ”

"Huh!"

Beat them all up, and when the time comes, will he rebel?

Bright and thoughtful.

The dough was a little nervous. "Host, don't fight them all, Fan Qinghe is a good person."

"Hmm!" Mingmei nodded slightly.

She waved her hand, Fan Mo's eyes began to straighten, and his soul floated out of his body, looking at Mingmei curiously and frightenedly, and subconsciously hugged herself.

He always felt like he didn't have any clothes on.

Mingmei's eyes looked fixedly at the flickering dragon-shaped mark on his soul, and he was silent for a while.

A truth has been pursued for a long time, and the answer is right in front of me, but I am at a loss.

More than 180 years of companionship, after all, is not ruthless, but there is affection, how long can it be affectionate?

Fan Mo's soul finally couldn't help it, and said with shame and annoyance: "What are you going to do?" ”

Doughko's eyes widened with excitement, and she flipped up and down to look at the mark.

"The host, it's really exactly the same!"

Mingmei stretched out her hand and pushed Fan Mo's soul back into his body, Fan Mo's body came to his senses, took a step backwards, and then ran away.

Bright: "......"

Dough Dumpling: "......" The Son of Luck is still stupid, and he will regret it one day.

Fan Mo ran hard, there was only one thought in his heart, he would rather jump off the cliff and die, than be drained of his blood and raised as a medicine man, even if that woman was overwhelmed by the country.

Thinking like this in his heart, two suspicious blushes appeared on his face, and his heart throbbed inexplicably, and a feeling that seemed to have been waiting for hundreds of years broke through the ground and grew arbitrarily.

Mingmei silently looked at his back, her eyes were cold, and the whip was suddenly thrown out, and Fan Mo was rolled up in front of him one by one.

Raising his hand, a dragon-shaped mark was imprinted on his forehead.

Fan Mo: "......"

He only felt a hot forehead, and when he reached out and touched it, he felt a bulge that he couldn't tell what it was, and his face sank suddenly.

"What did you do to me?"

"Put my mark." Mingmei said indifferently.

Fan Mo blushed slightly, just now he thought that she was going to say that if she marked me, she would be my person.

Thankfully, she didn't.

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then had a strange regret.

He suppressed this messy thought, and when he couldn't beat it, he had to delay time, and when his father came, he would wait for the savior.

He began to try to negotiate with Mingmei. "If you only need a little blood from me, it's not impossible."

Bright and frowning. "Someone wants your blood?"

"Didn't you come to ask for my blood?" Fan Mo had doubts in his eyes, and he didn't easily believe Mingmei's words.

"It's not!"

Fan Mo quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Mingmei continued expressionlessly: "I want your person." ”

With that, he reached out and grabbed Fan Mo in his hand, and jumped from the peak hundreds of meters high.

Fan Mo's eyes widened in horror.

It was not to ask for his blood, nor to ask for his people, but to ask for his life.

He subconsciously wanted to scream, but he felt that screaming would lose face of the Brahma sect, so he gritted his teeth and held on, not allowing himself to make a little sound.

That stubborn and proud look looks very interesting.

The corners of her bright lips are slightly raised, and her mood is suddenly happy.

Fan Tuanzi has a deep resentment towards the son of luck who will take over his job in real life, and silently complains in his heart: What's the use of being stubborn now, in the end it's not asking for a host.

Men, they're all duplicitous.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that I reached the bottom of the peak, and I saw a person at once.

It was the martial saint Fan Qinghe.

Fan Qinghe saw his son who was caught in Mingmei's hand, his eyes flickered slightly, and his face did not show a trace of abnormality.

He arched his hand and said loudly: "Miss Qin, fortunately!" ”

Mingmei straightened Fan Mo and said indifferently: "Mr. Fan, I'm glad to meet." ”

Fan Mo tidied up his clothes, silently thinking in his heart where his father met Qin Mingmei, suddenly raised his head in surprise, and said hurriedly: "Are you Qin Mingmei who destroyed the Yan family?" ”

"Yes!"

Fan Mo was speechless for a while, he was also seventeen years old, and the seventeen years old of others had already reached the peak of martial arts, and he was still struggling in the martial arts realm.

He can't cultivate.

Every time he cultivates, the blood of his whole body will rush like boiling, and he will not be like this, even so, he gritted his teeth and cultivated to the third level of martial arts, but if he wants to make further progress, he can't.

However, thinking about Qin Mingmei's life experience, suddenly, her envy faded slightly.

"Miss Qin, mourn!"

Bright face is expressionless.

The doughnut has a serious face, and it's really not sad at all.

After Fan Mo finished speaking, he tried to move towards his father, but a whip silently drew a line in front of him.

"Don't cross the line." Mingmei said indifferently.

The dough secretly covered his mouth, and thought proudly: Crossing the line and breaking your legs!

Fan Mo blushed. "What do you want?"

Mingyang: "Crossing the line will take you to jump from the mountain again." ”

Fan Mo's face instantly turned pale.

Is she the devil?

The dough bit his finger tightly, and the bite hurt so much.

Mamma Mia Duck, it's so scary! I couldn't hold back my laughter.

Mingmei didn't even look at it, her fingers curled slightly, and she flicked back, hitting the door of the dumpling in the head.

The dough was so aggrieved that he was about to cry.

Boom!

Why not beat up the Son of Luck?