Chapter 1222 – Divine spirit fruit (3)

"Rubbish talk!" Mo Yunfeng stuck out his neck, hurriedly denying it. How could he admit to these words ah?

But his anxious appearance of trying to disa.s.sociate himself, made Su Luo and the rest's hearts move slightly. The expression they used to look at Mo Yunfeng's became increasingly strange.

Just at this moment full of heavy atmosphere, Mo Yunfeng summoned up his courage and took out a small porcelain bowl. He placed it on the table: "Miss Su……"

"Uh-huh?" Su Luo asked a question, already knowing the answer, "What's the matter?"

Momentarily, everyone's gazes all concentrated on Mo Yunfeng's face, sharp swordlike eyes glaring at Mo Yunfeng, making his hair stand on ends.

"I heard that Miss Su ate the Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort?" Mo Yunfeng's eyes gradually became serious and grave.

"So what?" Don't know when Nangong Liuyun had finished his cultivation. He stopped his cultivation and got up, then he leisurely walked over to Su Luo's back. His long arms looped around her shoulders, and he looked at Mo Yunfeng with a bit of hostility.

Seeing Nangong Liuyun, Mo Yunfeng's heart involuntarily became somewhat nervous. Although he felt his own strength at the ninth rank wouldn't lose to Nangong Liuyun, seeing him, his heart couldn't raise up a trace of battle intent.

I absolutely won't lose to Nangong Liuyun! Mo Yunfeng secretly made a fist in his heart!

After he encouraged himself in his heart, Mo Yunfeng slowly stood up, with both hands behind his back, and arrogantly raised his jaw: "Miss Su, I have a wet nurse, she's old in years and beyond cure, with disease attacking the vitals. The Apothecary said that only by drinking blood with the Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort can save her, therefore, I took the liberty of coming over to request a bowl of blood. I hope Miss Su will help me accomplish this."

Mo Yunfeng said he was requesting a bowl of blood, but his manner had not the slightest bit of meaning to request things.

Beichen Ying didn't give him any face, directly sneering repeatedly: "That wet nurse of yours is old in years? Hahah, then how old was she when she breastfeed you? Fifty to sixty years old? Hey, really didn’t expect that oh, Second Young Master Mo already had this strange hobby since infancy ah."

"You——" The veins on Mo Yunfeng's forehead bulged out, he angrily glared at Beichen Ying, yet in his heart, he wished he could slap his own mouth.

Obviously, on the way here, he had thought of everything. Why did his heart, under those pitch-black as ink eyes of Nangong Liuyun, tense up, so he added the words 'old in years'?

The corner of Su Luo's mouth lifted up in a ghost of a smile: "I was saying how Second Young Master Mo used so much effort to invite us over. So originally, it was because he fancied my blood ah."

Zi Yan, with righteous indignation, made a fist: "Mo Yunfeng, your courage is very great ah, don't tell me you don't know that Su Luo is Grandmaster Rong Yun's disciple? Don't tell me you aren't afraid of Grandmaster Rong Yun's retaliation?"

Mo Yunfeng's complexion had sunk to the point water could almost drip out.

He never expected that these several people would say will fall out with you, then would have a fallout.

Now, how would he handle this matter? Mo Yunfeng really had no idea in his heart.

Nangong Liuyun raised his hand, immediately, the clamoring sounds disappeared, and quiet was restored in the surroundings.

"You really want Luo girl's blood?" The corner of Nangong Liuyun's mouth raised slightly as he indifferently asked this sentence.

Mo Yunfeng bowed towards Nangong Liuyun: "This really is a situation of human life being beyond value, so I have no choice but to open my mouth ah. Still ask Brother Nangong to help me accomplish this."

Nangong Liuyun seemed as if he was put in a difficult position, he bowed his head to look at Su Luo, his eyes slightly flas.h.i.+ng: "Since a human life is beyond value, then……"

Su Luo feigned an embarra.s.sed appearance: "I also want to save people ah, but……before, my body was poisoned very seriously, this poison still hasn't been cleared, if my blood was to rashly be donated out, then that isn't saving someone, rather, it's hurting someone."

Two people echoed one another, making this performance especially realistic, making it hard for people to distinguish if it was true or false.