The bloodthirsty prince and the cold concubine

Chapter 1081: The Scoundrel of Heaven 2
"Don't push yourself too far." Feimo looked at the person on the bed with a cold face.

"I have to make an inch of it, and you can beat me up if you want to." Tian Zong sat up and glared at Fei Mo angrily.

It looked like he had done something heinous.

"I don't have time to make a fuss with you here, go out." Seeing him, a touch of confusion and strange emotions rose in my heart for no reason.

"No." Tian Zong smiled at Fei Mo, very rascal.

If it's extremely difficult for him, don't go out. What can he do with him?
"Are you forcing me to do it?" There was a layer of frost between the brows, which was extremely cold, as if it was a precursor to anger.

"You want to beat me up?" Slightly squinting his eyes, Tian Zong looked at Fei Mo with his arms crossed.

"Give you three seconds, get out." He didn't want to repeat it again.

"No." Tian Zong didn't look at him anymore, but lay down directly, ignoring someone's black face.

Fei Mo was furious, walked forward, held his hand with a big hand, and snorted coldly: "Do you really think I dare not do anything to you?"

This person seems to be too rampant.

Tian Zong closed his eyes, did not speak, and remained silent.

The big hand raised a palm, and quickly hit Tian Zong's chest.

There was a wind blowing in his ears, Tian Zong sensed the strong wind, he didn't even move his eyes, he just lay quietly on the bed without opening his eyes.

His Fei Mo will not really hit him hard, nor will he be cruel to him.

"Hmm." A man's muffled hum sounded in the room.

Tian Zong opened his eyes, there was a smear of bright red blood at the corner of his mouth, and there was a trace of pain in his black pupils.

Looking at the blood at the corner of his mouth, listening to his muffled snort just now, seeing the fleeting pain in his eyes, his heart suddenly tightened, and there was still a trace of panic.

"Why don't you hide?" The indifferent words were very strong and a little stiff.

He thought he would run away.

His palm was not full force, but it was five points.

He didn't dodge or dodge, the attack just hit him in the chest, did he torture himself, or did he really want to die?

　Tian Zong didn't speak, but there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, which hurt Fei Mo's eyes.

"Get up." He took a deep breath, and his voice was no longer indifferent.

He knew that indifference was useless to him.

He was also bored.

"My Feimo won't really attack me." His eyes were empty and he looked up, his voice was full of pain and sadness.

He knows that he has amnesia now and cannot be compared with before.

It's just that he really shot at him.

Unavoidably there was a trace of repressed discomfort in my heart, I didn't want to speak, I didn't want to speak.

"I didn't do it on purpose. I thought you would avoid it." Seeing his appearance like this, Feimo lowered his eyes and said stiffly.

He didn't know why he had to explain, but he didn't want to see such a decadent scene.

"My Feimo never hits me." No matter when he was a child or when he grew up, he just joked with him, but he never hit him hard.

"So, I'm not your Feimo, you've got the wrong person." Turning around, without looking at Tianzong, he said in a low voice.

In the room, it suddenly became quiet, so quiet that one could hear the melody of breathing.

Feimo just looked at the moonlight outside the window, didn't want to look back, and didn't want to talk anymore.

It seems that getting along so quietly is also a kind of enjoyment.

(End of this chapter)