Qian Diewu pleads for Xia Houyuan, which makes Mo Feiyu angry and happy. He feels very complicated. He is angry that she cares about other men, but happy that she has more than just Jimo Wuxuan in her heart.

That being said, he still has a chance.

Compared with the anger and joy, it was obviously the joy that was greater, because Mo Feiyu was not angry at Qian Diewu, but looked at her with a smile on his face and said excitedly: "Diewu, it's really great."

"Hey...what's good?" Qian Diewu didn't quite understand why Mo Feiyu was so happy, and she couldn't figure him out.

"I thought you wouldn't care about other men except Jimo Wuxuan, but it seems that's not the case."

"I care about a lot of men, including Wu Ming, Jiang Xuan, Shi Qingyun, Gui Haifeng, and Yuan Shenyu. I care about them all. This is just a kind of concern from a friend to a friend. Don't get me wrong."

It turns out that he is happy about this kind of thing. What a ridiculous reason!

"But Xia Houyuan is different."

"What's the difference?"

"You have a deep friendship with Wu Ming and others, so that's another matter. But you have no friendship with Xia Houyuan, but you still care about him so much. Do you have an ulterior relationship with him?"

"You have an ulterior relationship with him. I'm too lazy to care about your business. I want to go back to sleep." Qian Diewu didn't want to show too much sympathy, so as not to get involved in a mess, so she turned and left.

Just at this time, someone brought the salt and brought it to Mo Feiyu, "Master, the salt is here."

Mo Feiyu looked at the salt in front of him, grabbed a handful with his hand, and Leng Xie said: "If you really don't care about Xia Houyuan, then you won't feel bad if I rub salt on his wounds, right?"

"You——" Qian Diewu stopped, turned her back to Mo Feiyu, and answered coldly and ruthlessly, "Whatever you want."

"Okay, then I will put salt on every wound of Xia Houyuan." Mo Feiyu did as he said and really put salt on Xia Houyuan's wounds.

"Well..." The salt touched the wound, and the pain doubled. Xia Houyuan woke up from the pain, and Shen Yin couldn't help but let out a trace of pain. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Mo Feiyu dimly, but

He just saw Mo Feiyu, and no one else saw him. Even if it hurt him, he could still laugh and said sarcastically: "Mo Feiyu, besides doing such shady things in the dark, what else can you do?

?It is impossible for a person like you who lives in darkness to become the master of the world."

"You don't believe it? Then I will give you a breath and let you see with your own eyes how I dominate the world."

"If you give me a breath, aren't you afraid of asking for it alive and ruining your career?"

"Don't be afraid. Because you can never escape." After Mo Feiyu said that, he rubbed salt on Xia Houyuan's other wound. He secretly observed Qian Diewu's reaction and found that she was indifferent, so he continued to rub salt on Xia Houyuan.

He wants to see how hard this woman's heart can be?

"Well..." Xia Houyuan gritted his teeth and held back the pain. No matter how painful it was, he would only moan softly and never yell. He was proud and had strong perseverance.

Diewei Mo Yu was right. Li Qing admired Xia Houyuan's arrogance and strength. He thought of the prince Xia Houran, so he compared the two brothers and found that Xia Houran was simply incomparable to Xia Houyuan.

Xia Houyuan is a low-key person who doesn't argue with anyone on the surface, so many people ignore his existence.

This person is so secretive!

"Xia Houyuan, among all the princes, you are the strongest one. If possible, I would like to be friends with you. But unfortunately, we can only be enemies." Mo Feiyu also admired Xia Houyuan, but he admired him no more.

He couldn't let him forget that the person in front of him was his enemy, so he rubbed salt on him harder.

"Even if you are willing to be friends with me, I don't want to." Xia Houyuan retorted with a sneer. The pain in his body seemed to have numbed him and he felt nothing.

He has experienced life and death, seen all kinds of things in the world, and been to hell. What does this little pain mean?

"You are really an arrogant person. I want to see how long your arrogance can last? I will have someone sprinkle salt on your wounds every day. In this way, your wounds will not only fail to heal, but will slow down.

It slowly becomes inflamed and festers, but you should taste the taste."

"A person who can only torture the soft body is a superficial person."

"You are so stubborn, let's see how you can still be so stubborn?" Mo Feiyu was very unhappy when Xia Houyuan called him "superficial", so he grabbed a lot of salt and wiped it on his wounds, and rubbed it hard a few times.

"Well..." This time, Xia Houyuan made a sound in pain, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. It seemed that he could no longer bear it, but he had no intention of bowing his head and his arrogance remained.

Qian Diewu couldn't stand it any longer and said to stop him, "That's enough. Stop rubbing salt on his wounds."

Hearing this voice, Xia Houyuan knew that Qian Diewu was present. He tried his best to raise his head, looked at him, and said happily: "Diewu..."

Die Wu—this title made Mo Feiyu feel uncomfortable, and he even suspected that there was an ulterior relationship between Xia Houyuan and Qian Die Wu.

"Diewu, you are calling her so affectionately. Let me think about it, Jimo Wuxuan seems to call her that way too. Xia Houyuan, what is your relationship with her?"

"Friendship." Xia Houyuan answered directly.

This answer made Qian Diewu very satisfied. Coupled with the arrogance and perseverance she had just seen, she really admired Xia Houyuan and unknowingly regarded him as a friend, so she interceded for him, "Mo Feiyu,

Just to save my face, please stop torturing him."

"Why should I sell you this face?" Mo Feiyu asked mockingly, and rubbed salt on Xia Houyuan's body.

"You don't have to plead with him. For this kind of person, the more you bow to him, the more arrogant he becomes." Xia Houyuan endured the pain in his body and persuaded Qian Diewu. The joy in his heart had already covered the pain.

He knew that there was no possibility between him and Qian Diewu, but it was a happy thing to get her care. At least there was someone in this world who cared about him.

"I thought the Xiahou family were all weaklings who were greedy for life and fearful of death. I didn't expect that someone with such backbone would turn out?"

"Mo Feiyu, you're not much better, are you?"

"It's better than being a prisoner like you."

Mo Feiyu was unhappy with a few words and began to torture Xia Houyuan again.

Qian Diewu stepped forward, knocked the big bowl of salt to the ground, and pushed Mo Feiyu's hand away to prevent him from rubbing salt on Xia Houyuan's body again. She angrily cursed: "Mo Feiyu, you are crazy enough."

Right? Do you know that now

You are very annoying. I don't object to you robbing the Xiahou family, but you always use such despicable and shameless methods, which is really shameless. If you are a real man, then go and rob it openly and openly.

"

Qian Diewu came to the rescue, which made Xia Houyuan so frightened that he almost couldn't hide his feelings for her.

"Have you never heard of such a saying? Treat others with their own taste. How despicable the Xiahou family was back then, I will be as despicable as possible in return for them, so that they know how despicable their ancestors are.

Shameless." Mo Feiyu was not angry because Qian Diewu knocked over the salt. When facing her, he always couldn't bear to treat her cruelly.

"You are sick and you should seek treatment. It is a heart disease."

"I heard that you are familiar with the "Baicao Jing" and have done some research on medical theory. You have even recognized Jiang Yeli as your adopted father. I think you also know some medical skills. Why don't you help me treat it?"

"You..." Qian Diewu couldn't believe that her sharp tongue could not argue with Mo Feiyu.

She was speechless.

"If you are worried that your medical skills are not good, it doesn't matter. I will wait slowly and wait for the day when your medical skills are superb to cure my disease."

"madman."

"Madness is also a disease, right? Diewu, can you cure it?"

"I...ahem..." The yin energy in the dungeon was very heavy, very humid, and extremely filthy. Qian Diewu stayed there for a while, and her body couldn't bear it anymore.

Xia Houyuan knew Qian Diewu's physical condition and ordered Mo Feiyu, "Take her away, she can't stand the humidity here."

"I don't need you to teach me." Mo Feiyu replied to Xia Houyuan unhappily, and then he picked up Qian Diewu and planned to carry her away.

Qian Diewu didn't want to be hugged by Mo Feiyu, and shouted angrily: "Mo Feiyu, put me down, hurry up."

Except for Wuxuan, she didn't like any man to hold her like this.

"I won't let you go. I'll carry you back to your room to rest. You're tired today. If you have anything else to do, wait until tomorrow." Mo Feiyu refused to let go and insisted on carrying Qian Diewu back to the room.

"Mo Feiyu, you bastard, put me down. Do you hear me? Put me down." 13acv.

"Put me down."

Along the way, Qian Diewu screamed and struggled, but to no avail.

Xia Houyuan saw everything, and his man's intuition told him that Mo Feiyu also liked Qiandiewu. Maybe this was a good thing. If Mo Feiyu liked Qiandiewu, he would not hurt her, and he could

Don't worry, the most important thing now is to find a way to escape from here, and then come back to save people.

"Master..." Mei Ji's eyes were filled with tears, and her heart ached when she saw Qian Diewu left without hugging her. The master had never been so kind to her, and she really envied Qian Diewu.

The master said that Qian Diewu was just his bargaining chip against Jimo Wuxuan, but why did she feel like it wasn't the case?

"Mei Ji, wake up, the master doesn't have that intention for you." Li Qing reminded Mei Ji, not wanting her to sink too deep, lest she end up like Cui Rou.

Cui Rou was just lucky, and with the help of Qian Diewu, she was able to save her life. He didn't think Mei Ji would be so lucky.

"I don't believe it. After I heal the scar on my mouth, my master will definitely like me." Mei Ji didn't want to give up, but she was just being tough. In fact, she knew it very well.

If the master liked her, he would have wanted her long ago, and he would not have touched her even now.
Chapter completed!