Yun Wuluo's defenseless collar was easily torn open by Mu Zhao.
Mu Zhao was a little dizzy from the shock of the scene in front of him.
She knew that Yun Wuluo was very good at kung fu and must have a good figure as well.
But she...she didn't expect it to be so good.
Yun Wuluo seemed to be frightened by her sudden movement. He was breathing slightly, his beautiful collarbone was prominent, and there was a faint scar on the collarbone.
Mu Zhao just glanced at it, because she knew that once Yun Wuluo reacted, she would have nothing to look at.
So she looked to the side and moved her eyes to his shoulders. The shoulders were very broad and thick, but there were many fresh whip wounds on them.
When she wanted to look down, Yun Wuluo reacted.
He quickly but gently knocked Mu Zhao's hand away, then raised his own collar with both hands and grabbed it helplessly.
Mu Zhao looked up at him.
The ends of his eyes were slightly red.
Mu Zhao could think that he might have been too frightened just now and opened his eyes suddenly.
His nose twitched slightly and his mouth trembled.
Mu Zhao's eyes turned from the corner of his mouth to his reddish side face, and finally landed on his ears that were so red that they were almost bleeding.
She suddenly laughed.
"Why are you laughing!" Yun Wuluo's voice was trembling, as if he was coquettishly coquettishly talking to her.
Mu Zhao smiled even happier.
Yun Wuluo took a step back, "What on earth are you laughing at?"
Mu Zhao saw the corners of his eyes turning red again, and knew that he was really annoyed.
Mu Zhao said: "I'm laughing, I finally know the pleasure of teasing a good woman in the street."
Yun Wuluo's panicked mood suddenly fell to the bottom.
He gritted his teeth, "Mu! Zhao!"
Mu Zhao responded to him with a smile, "Huh?"
"What do you think I am?"
Mu Zhao raised his hand and pinched his chin, "No matter what you do, I like the way you look."
This picture does not look like a nine-thousand-year-old man who is strategizing and aloof.
In this picture, she will get angry, blush, and lose her composure because she is being teased.
After Yun Wuluo got angry, he recovered from his previous gaffe and put on the mask that looked half-smiling but not smiling.
"Little Princess, you said we should try not to touch each other."
Mu Zhao saw him put on his "fake smile mask" again and let out an annoyed "tsk" sound.
"You also said that you never keep your word, so it's better to cancel this contract and make another one. I can take off your clothes, but you can't take off mine."
Yun Wuluo slowly adjusted the clothes he had just wrinkled, "What a domineering contract."
"Then do you agree?"
Yun Wuluo approached her and said with a smile: "No!"
Mu Zhao nodded and said casually, "But I like the pleasure of taking off clothes. From now on, I will just take off other people's clothes."
Yun Wuluo's smile froze, "How dare you!"
"You said that as long as I don't abandon you, you won't kill people randomly. I'm just stripping off people's clothes for fun. What I like most is you."
Yun Wuluo smiled bloodthirstyly, "Okay, if you tear one apart, I'll kill the other one. This isn't considered indiscriminate killing, right?"
Mu Zhao looked at the murderous intent in his eyes that didn't look like a joke, and said "tsk~" again.
"This face of yours is most attractive when you are helpless and panicked."
Yun Wuluo lowered his eyelashes to cover the look under his eyes, then raised his eyes to look at her with a smile.
"No matter which side of me the little princess likes, we have been completely bound together for the rest of our lives, haven't we?"
"Okay, okay."
Mu Zhao waved his hands impatiently. The wolf cub was too defensive. The road to training wolves was long and arduous.
She took out the medicine box from the cabinet.
"Since you won't let me pick you off, then take off your clothes yourself."
Yun Wuluo walked to the window, "If you don't retreat, I won't use medicine."
Mu Zhao sat on the small couch, "If you don't take off your clothes tonight, I, Mu Zhao, will not say a word to you Yun Wuluo from now on."
Yun Wuluo looked up at her in disbelief, "You... are you so cruel?"
Mu Zhao was surprised. Did he believe it? This could actually scare him?
If you think about it, you know it's impossible. They are allies now. How could they not talk?
Mu Zhao took advantage of the situation and said: "You know, I do what I say."
Yun Wuluo's expression became serious.
Mu Zhao was stunned. In the last battle with the emperor in his previous life, he never showed such a solemn expression.
In her previous life, she wanted to see his body, but was fooled by his jokes.
She felt that he was deliberately humiliating her.
But now it seems that is not the case.
Maybe there is some big secret hidden in his body.
Mu Zhao felt that she had gone too far.
She closed the opened medicine box again, and when she was about to speak, Yun Wuluo said anxiously: "I do!"
Mu Zhao looked up at him.
Yun Wuluo said eagerly: "I really want to, don't be angry, and don't ignore me."
Before he finished speaking, he had already walked up to Mu Zhao and took the initiative to pull off his clothes.
Mu Zhao looked at him in surprise. So, even if there was a secret, in order to prevent her from ignoring him, would he agree to take off his clothes?
Mu Zhao wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, making it sore and astringent.
She lowered her head and silently opened the medicine box.
Yun Wuluo said: "Are you still angry?"
Mu Zhao said, "No"
Mu Zhao deliberately suppressed the soreness in his throat, but when Yun Wuluo listened, the voice was full of indifference.
He explained, "I have a lot of scars on my body. They are ugly and different from my face. I think you will hate them."
Mu Zhao's hand trembled.
She never expected that this was the reason.
There was only a scar on his upper body, but he didn't want her to see it.
Perhaps, there is a deeper reason.
He...has physical disabilities.
How could the aloof and self-esteemed Jiu Qian Sui in his previous life take off his clothes in front of her?
Mu Zhao raised his eyes and faced his collarbone.
The scar on the collarbone is slightly round, and it seems that it was penetrated by someone.
She had suffered this kind of suffering in her previous life, so she naturally knew the pain involved.
There are countless large and small scars on the chest, and now there are new whiplashes and burns.
Yun Wuluo shouted anxiously, "Little princess..."
Mu Zhao looked up at him and said, "You must have suffered a lot."
Yun Wuluo's expression went blank for a moment, and Na Na asked, "What?"
Mu Zhao touched the scar on his collarbone and said, "Does it hurt?"
Yun Wuluo's body froze, "No...it doesn't hurt."
Mu Zhao looked at his out-of-control expression again, but he didn't feel as happy as before.
She took out the medicinal wine and wiped his wounds bit by bit.
When she finished wiping the second whiplash, Yun Wuluo finally came to his senses.
He put on a smile again and said, "The little princess feels sorry for me, but I really don't feel the pain."
He didn't feel any pain when he thought about the reward he would get in the end from all this suffering.
Now looking down at this person so close to him, he felt that even if he had to go up a mountain of knives, go down into a sea of fire, and walk around the eighteenth level of hell, he would not feel any pain.