The black belly is too fierce

Chapter 1007 Am I just disgusting you?
Su Moliang heard the words, and then remembered the content of the painting. She had been holding back her questions for a long time, and now she couldn't wait to know the truth, so she asked dignifiedly, "Feng Moxie, who are you and why? There is a portrait of Yun Qiange, what is the relationship between you and Yun Qiange?"

Since she was hit right by him, she didn't have any other worries, so she simply asked straightforwardly.

He kept talking about Yun Qiange in his dreams, and drew so many portraits of her, so he must be inextricably related to her.

However, she didn't understand why this woman related to Feng Moxie appeared in her illusion?

Therefore, she wants to know the truth and everything about Yun Qiange!
Feng Moxie didn't seem to expect that she already knew the existence of Yun Qiange, a rare surprise flashed in her purple eyes, "It seems that you have also recovered the memory of your previous life!"

"Past life!" Hearing these words, Su Moliang felt as if a thunder had exploded above his head, causing his eyes to crack and his complexion pale.

She stared at Feng Moxie in disbelief, unable to bear such a blow, she shook her head in disbelief, "What past life! I don't understand what you're talking about!"

"Since you know about Yun Qiange's existence, you must have thought of something, so why play dumb in front of me—Yun Qiange!" In the darkness, the corners of Feng Moxie's lips twitched lightly, with a deep and charming voice With a bit of mocking coldness, he called the last three words very lightly and slowly, but they fell on Su Moliang's heart with the weight of a thousand gold, which shocked her to take two steps back, always calm The calm face turned blue-gray in an instant.

Yun Qiange!
He called her Yun Qiange!

If she is Yun Qiange, then Lou Yeyuan is Jun Haocang?

Does that mean that in her previous life, she personally killed Jun Haocang?
Thinking of this possibility, Su Moliang's mind suddenly reverberated with the curse that Lou Yeyuan cast when he died with hatred.

Such grief, such despair, and the roar of hatred still echoed in her ears until now, like a hand, ruthlessly grabbing her heart, making her suffocate until she couldn't breathe.

Thinking that Jun Haocang's previous life might die by his own hands, Su Mo was as cold as cold water, his whole body was icy cold, and he shook his head vigorously, "No! I'm not Yun Qiange! You're lying! You're talking nonsense!"

Feng Moxie saw that she rejected this identity so much, her deep purple eyes flashed a sarcastic cold light, and her cold tone seemed to be a smile but not a smile, with a bit of a cold taste, "It seems that I recalled something bad. Yes, there are no good things in your memory--"

At this time, Su Moliang was greatly stimulated. He stared at Feng Moxie with scarlet eyes, gritted his teeth excitedly and shouted, "Answer me! Why did you draw Yun Qiange's portrait, and what is your relationship with her?" ?”

In that illusion, she had never seen Feng Moxie, and she had no impression of the face in front of her.

Therefore, she didn't understand why Feng Moxie knew about her past life, why she knew that she was Yun Qiange!
Hearing his tone, he knows a lot!

Fen Tianjun raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words, and said with a sneer, "Didn't you ask me to draw it at the beginning, why did you question me instead?"

Hearing this, Su Moliang suddenly remembered.

When she was treating him, she asked him what he dreamed about, but he didn't say a word, and he didn't want to reveal it, so she suggested that he draw what he saw in his dream to vent his inner pressure.

It seemed that the scenes in these paintings were all he saw in his dreams!

It's just, why did things from her previous life appear in his dreams?
"Feng Moxie, who are you? Why are you dreaming of this? What else do you know!" Su Moliang was shocked, and was full of doubts about his identity.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is why you appear in my study? I remember that I didn't summon you tonight!" Feng Moxie's deep and cold voice was mixed with obvious anger. meaning.

Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with Su Moliang's behavior of breaking into his imperial study.

When he asked him this question, Su Moliang suddenly remembered her purpose for coming to the study.

Thinking that Lin Wan'er was dying and urgently needed an antidote, she could only hold back the doubts in her heart for the time being, tried to calm herself down, and said seriously, "I'm here to find an antidote, so hurry up and hand over Lin Wan'er's antidote!"

"The antidote? What antidote?" Feng Moxie frowned slightly, a little puzzled by her words.

When Su Moliang heard such a rhetorical question, anger suddenly surged in his heart, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Feng Moxie, this is the critical moment, are you still going to play dumb!"

Feng Moxie narrowed her eyes, frowned and asked back, "I didn't poison her, how can I tell you the antidote?"

"Feng Moxie, how long are you going to pretend that Lin Wan'er was hit by your pupil technique and is about to die now, how dare you argue!" Su Moliang was so angry that his breath stopped, and he scolded unbearably.

"Successful in the pupil technique?" Feng Moxie gradually understood when he heard this, but facing Su Moliang's accusation, his complexion became extremely ugly, and his voice was so cold that it made people tremble, "You Do you think this is what I did?"

"In this Nine Nether Realm, you are the only one who possesses the rare secret art of pupil art, who else could it be!" Su Moliang snorted angrily, his tone full of disgust.

Hearing this, Feng Moxie's complexion suddenly darkened, and his purple eyes shot out a piercing murderous aura, and then he swung his body, and slammed close to Su Moliang's body, grabbing her by the neck.

At this time, as if he had been stimulated by something, his expression became extremely ferocious, and he glared at Su Moliang slyly, his voice was so suppressed that it was breathless, "In your eyes, I am really so despicable. Heinous?"

Although Su Moliang couldn't resist him, his expression was so stubborn that he refused to bow his head, and looked back at his dark eyes angrily, "You know it very well in your heart, so why bother to ask me!"

Receiving the hatred pouring out of those black eyes, Feng Moxie's heart seemed to be severely wounded, a piercing pain surged up, and his handsome face was as pale as paper.

At this time, he was extremely manic by Su Moliang's stimulation, and he increased the strength in his hand, gnashing his teeth and roaring, "It's this kind of look again! From before to now, it will always be this kind of look when facing me! I just want to see you!" Does that make you so disgusted!"

Su Moliang sneered, and replied coldly, "You injured Jun Haocang and imprisoned me here. It's hard not to hate you!"

"Jun Haocang! It's Jun Haocang again! From before to now, you only have Jun Haocang in your eyes! You look at me, the man standing in front of you is Feng Moxie, not Jun Haocang! Show me clearly !" Feng Moxie's angry roar was deafening, and even Su Moliang was taken aback by his violent reaction.

"Feng Moxie, are you crazy!" Su Moliang didn't understand what kind of stimulation he had received to have such a big reaction.

"Yeah, I'm crazy, I know you hate me so much, I know you hate me so much—" Feng Moxie sneered sadly, and muttered to himself in a daze.

(End of this chapter)