Chapter 17: Reunion with an Old Acquaintance

  A three-hour operation left Yun Mo exhausted, and after washing up, he went to bed and slept until the hour of Hai.

  As soon as she opened her eyes, the familiar scent had already reached her nostrils. A few purple tulips were placed on the table in front of her. She raised an eyebrow and said with a hint of surprise: "The master of Junmen has arrived, I haven't gone far to welcome you, I'm ashamed."

  "Haha! I don't see any shame in you!" In the midst of a sly and charming laughter, Jun Mo asked, entering through the window, with an unspeakable elegance like a jade tree swaying in the wind.

  Yun Mo's calm demeanor was like still water: neither intentionally distant nor sycophantically welcoming. "Sir, you've come to my humble abode; what guidance do you have for me?"

  You didn't ask, just as you were about to speak, your eyes suddenly changed slightly: "The healing medicine I gave you, you never used. Do you look down on me or are you unwilling to be associated with a killer?"

  Yun Mo's expression changed slightly as she hesitated for a moment before choosing to deny it: "How did you know I didn't use it?"

  "You didn't ask, but your gaze became even colder. 'That healing medicine is indeed effective, and with just one use, it can quickly heal the wound, reduce swelling and stop the pain! But when you raised your hand just now, your movement was slightly stiff, clearly because you moved the injured area. Am I right?'"

  Yun Mo's expression didn't change as he continued to deny: "You should know, sir, that even if it's the same medicine, its effects can vary from person to person depending on their physical constitution..."

  "Do you still want to deny it?" Jun Mo asked, suddenly bursting into laughter, his voice charming and seductive. "It doesn't matter, facts are more powerful than words. Just let me personally examine the wound on your chest, and I'll know whether you're lying or not!"

  Yun Mo saw the purple light swirling in front of her, and Jun Wu's hand had already reached her chest! In shock, she moved to get up and back away, but at that moment, a few piercing sounds were heard, and Jun Wu actually used his Empty Air Pointing technique to immobilize her body on the spot!

  "Can you run?" Jun asked with a smile, slowly reaching out to pinch Yun Moche's belt. "Let me check if the wound on your chest has healed..."

  A strange light flickered in the eyes under the mask, hinting at probing, expectation, and a thread of tension that flashed on and off. Staring at the ugly face stained with cloud ink, Jun Mo's fingers applied gentle force, and the belt was slowly untied...

  Yun Mo's silver teeth bit down, almost instinctively unleashing the ultimate technique of the Purple Qi from the East to blast open the sealed acupoints and engage in a life-or-death battle with Jun Wu. However, at this very moment, she suddenly chose to give up, allowing Jun Wu to do as he pleased.

  Her calm and collected movements paused for a moment, and her eyes revealed a hint of obvious disappointment: Is this still not enough? What exactly needs to be done to achieve that... unmentionable goal?

  Carefully put away your disappointment, don't ask, a sly smile: "I'm going to take off your clothes."

  "I've seen enough." Yun Mo said with a cold smile, "Facing this face, you still have the interest to make excuses for me. I didn't expect the taste of the master of Cangsheng Gate to be so heavy."

  "Haha!" Jun asked with a joyful laugh, "Just kidding, I hope Seventh Miss will forgive me."

  You don't ask, lightly waving his hand, Yun Mo felt a shock throughout his body, and the sealed acupuncture points were instantly unblocked. After adjusting her collar, she smiled faintly: "Want me to forgive you? Okay, unless you help me with one thing."

  "Are you negotiating terms with me?" Jun Mo asked in surprise, his eyes wide with wonder. "Don't forget, I am... never mind, what is it that you want to say?"

  Yun Mo Xian raised his hand and pointed at his face: "Who made this mask for you?"

  "...myself." The topic jumped too quickly, Jun Mo Wen felt a bit dizzy, "Uh...I'm not used to wearing what others make."

  "Help me with this." Yun Mo touched the birthmark on his face, "Wearing a white veil is too inconvenient, it's better to be like you, killing two birds with one stone."

  The actual situation is that it's always too much trouble to use disguise medicine for makeup, once a day, wasting time and effort.

  Don't ask about the depth of his silence. As the leader of the largest gang on the Flame Continent, who wouldn't be intimidated by him? But now, in front of this little girl, he's actually become a craftsman making masks? It's unreasonable!

  "Yun Mo Ran, you think that by eating this, I won't be able to bear killing you?" Jun Mo Xie smiled lightly, his voice cold and clear, "Do you know that with just a flick of my finger, I can send you straight to hell?"

  A killing aura slowly rose from his body, as if in the next moment, there would be one more corpse on the ground...