"Damn fog! What the hell do you want?" Unable to bear a certain man’s ramblings, Mu Ge finally erupted in silence.
"Take your dicine." Si Mo still had that indulgent smile, looking at her. In his hand, he held a pill emitting a green glow.
"..." Despair rose in Mu Ge’s heart.
She really couldn’t understand, did she have any relationship with this man at all? Why was he pestering her to take dicine? Even if she didn’t take it and died here, it would be her own business.
"If your sympathy is overflowing, you can find soone else; I don’t need it." Mu Ge gritted her teeth, saying this fiercely to Si Mo.
However, Si Mo said sothing that made her delicate body tremble—
"I only want to be good to you."
Feeling creepy all over, Mu Ge escaped from the man’s embrace, her clear eyes full of vigilance.
"You sick freak, thousand-year-old monster, get the hell away from !"
Is she the plague?
Si Mo looked at Mu Ge, who was avoiding him like the plague, with a bitter smile. He just found her interesting, and that’s why he wanted to get close to her. For so many years, there have been very few people who could pique his interest; he wasn’t going to let this chance slip by.
Sick freak... old monster... Hmm, no one had ever said that to him before.
In Si Mo’s eyes, that were like amber, or perhaps like glass, a flash of light flickered, making it impossible to discern his true thoughts at that mont.
"If you’re unwilling to take it yourself, I’m afraid I’ll have to feed it to you personally." Si Mo said with a smile. But the strong warning in his deanor made Mu Ge’s heart skip a beat.
I can’t beat him!
Startled by Si Mo’s words, Mu Ge somberly admitted this fact to herself, hastily pulling up her sleeve to reveal her smooth, jade-like arm, and said to him, "Look, I’m fine now. No need to take dicine, really!"
Si Mo slightly furrowed his brow.
Indeed, judging from the damage to her outer garnt, her arm must have been injured, especially the right one more severely. But now, her two hands, along with her arms, showed no sign of injury whatsoever.
Suppressing his doubts deep inside, Si Mo extended his large hand forward, pulling down her sleeve in Mu Ge’s bewildernt to cover the alabaster-like skin, reprimanding softly, "Be good, take care not to catch a cold."
After speaking, his cold eyes with a warning filled with murderous intent subtly glanced towards the hiding place of the two in the dark.
The two hiding in the dark instantly felt the bone-chilling murderous intent scraping over their skin. Unconsciously, their insides quivered, feeling wronged beyond asure.
"Lord, it wasn’t who asked that young lady to pull up her sleeve!"
"Lord, everything happened too suddenly, we didn’t have ti to close our eyes!"
"Lord, we didn’t see anything!"
The two nodded firmly yet tragically. At the sa ti, they wept silently in their hearts, their lonely and unromantic Holy Master was gone, replaced with soone possessing such a terrifying possessiveness.
From so far away, in the dark of night, they really couldn’t make out anything, could they? And besides, wasn’t it just two arms? Was there a need to be this nervous?
Forcibly pulling her sleeve out from Si Mo’s articulate fingers, Mu Ge retreated two steps backward, vigilantly asking, "As you can see, I’m fine now. Can you leave?"
Although her grandfather ntioned that getting along with this man could ensure her future safety, Mu Ge rejected this reliance on authority from the bottom of her heart.
So, upon encountering this man again, she didn’t feel any excitent at all. She even wished he would quickly disappear from her sight.
Si Mo glanced at her, his eyes suddenly lit up, narrowing his eyes as he said softly, "Suddenly possessing such a strong self-healing ability, and even able to cultivate."
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