Although the distance from the above is not too high, the impact force is not small. Fortunately, there is a mat on the ground, otherwise the bones will be broken.

Mo Beiyan's eyes swept across her face, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and he pursed his lips unbearably, "Don't cry... I'm so ugly!"

“…”

Mo Huantong hurriedly raised her hand to wipe her tears, but she was still wearing makeup, and the worse she applied, she became a big face.

Mo Beiyan was still lying there and had not recovered for the time being. He raised his eyes and glanced at her coldly, "Don't shout for pain... you... are so ugly."

“…”

Mo Huantong choked, "I know I'm ugly! You are handsome, you are handsome!"

The man curled his thin lips, "Of course I am handsome... If you are not handsome, will you love me?"

“…”

Narcissism!

Mo Huantong held his shoulder, and before she could laugh, she suddenly saw blood spreading out from behind his head...

She opened her eyes wide in shock, but her mouth was covered by her raised big hands. Mo Beiyan maintained that position, "I told you not to cry, it's okay to shed some blood... I'm not dead yet!"

“…”

Mo Huantong bit his lower lip and tried to help him, "Can you move? Let me see the wound..."

"Don't look!" Mo Beiyan pressed the back of his head with the other hand. He knew that he had knocked there and felt pain, "I said it's okay, it's okay... You're going to be hard when you get married?"

"..." Mo Huantong pulled his hand down, "Even if it's okay, stop the bleeding first. Don't argue with me, otherwise I will really marry someone else."

"Is it...hiss!" Mo Beiyan moved, hindering the wound, and couldn't help but take a deep breath. Mo Huantong hurriedly pressed him back, and the man stared at her fiercely, "Did he just married?!"

"I don't wear a ring!" Mo Huantong raised her hand and placed it in front of him, "I gave the ring to the bridesmaid."

"I saw him put it on you!"

"You read it wrong," Mo Huantong muttered in a low voice, "I also saw you and the waiter touching under the table..."

“…”

Waiter?

When did he touch it?!

Mo Beiyan was stunned and then reacted. He was furious, "Damn! Don't shout, hurt, that's a man! I can touch a man?!"

"Have you touched Mo Nanjue too?"

"He's different!"

"What if he hears it?"

“…”

Mo Nanjue is not a good-looking person!

Mo Beiyan simply closed his eyes, "Don't cry out for pain, I will be angry to death by you."

“…”

It was clearly what he said first...

She just wanted to distract him.

Mo Huantong held his hand and tied his fingers together, "How do you feel now?"

"No! Very unhappy!" Mo Beiyan had a cold face and tried to move his legs, "Heart, back pain, mouth pain, I feel pain when I see you!"

"Don't you cry out for pain all day?"

"Don't shout it hurts! You're still talking back!"

Mo Huantong looked at him, "Look, it's coming again."

“…”

I'll go.

Mo Beiyan used his five fingers to force her hand tightly in his palm. Mo Huantong couldn't help but shout, "Don't... it hurts!"

The man snorted coldly, "Look, aren't you crying out in pain too?"

“…”

Mo Huantong's mouth twitched lightly. Has anyone ever said that he was really childish?!

After a while, Mo Beiyan supported his body with his elbow, and Mo Huantong supported his shoulders, and immediately checked the wound on the back of his head.

The blood dyed his burgundy hair even redder, and the wound was covered with blood, and it was impossible to see clearly the injury.
Chapter completed!