Unparalleled Rebirth

Chapter 9 Nosebleed

Lin Moyu originally expected Mo Wushuang to say something normal, but he still felt shocked by being so rejected.

However, Lu Zhiyuan laughed loudly and said, "Lin Moyu, he must be disgusted with you."

Lin Moyu, "..."

"Your laughter is unpleasant." Mo Wushuang looked at Lu Zhiyuan expressionlessly and said coldly, "You'd better shut up quickly, or I'll kill you."

There was no emotion in his tone, and his eyes were very cold.

Her white clothes fluttered in the wind, her appearance was unparalleled, but her temperament was as cold as ice and snow.

When Lu Zhiyuan heard Mo Wushuang's words, his laughter stopped suddenly and his expression stiffened for a moment.

Lin Moyu smiled indifferently, raised her lips and said, "Master Lu, his temper is not very good, you'd better not make him angry."

When Mo Wushuang heard this, he glanced sideways at Lin Moyu.

However, he did not refute Lin Moyu's words.

Maybe in the eyes of others, his temper was indeed not very good, but he didn't care at all.

Lu Zhiyuan snorted coldly and said in an unhappy tone, "You destroyed my spiritual network, shouldn't you compensate me?"

"Mr. Lu, you are being unreasonable." Lin Moyu smiled coldly and said, "You were clearly the one who used the spiritual net to attack us first, and we were just acting in self-defense. Could it be that you still want us?" Are you going to stand there and let you bully me?"

"Lin Moyu, today is different from the past. You are no longer the eldest young master of the Lin family. In terms of status, I am much nobler than you now." Lu Zhiyuan snorted coldly.

But Mo Wushuang suddenly walked towards Lu Zhiyuan. His expression was still very cold, his eyes were as frosty as snow, and the white clothes on his body were fluttering slightly in the wind, carrying a holy temperament from Tsinghua University that seemed to be innate to him.

Lu Zhiyuan looked at Mo Wushuang, who was walking towards him, and couldn't help but feel in a trance. From a distance just now, he already felt that this person was extraordinary, and now that he looked up close, he was even more amazing.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Zhiyuan suddenly smelled the smell of blood.

I saw two lines of blood slowly flowing down from his nostrils.

Mo Wushuang's expression was cold. The hand he had just raised slowly lowered it after seeing the other person's nosebleed. A faint look of disgust flashed in his eyes.

The original thought of killing also disappeared.

Lu Zhiyuan hurriedly covered his nose, stared at Mo Wushuang, and said vaguely, "You...did you use some magic on me?"

Mo Wushuang really disliked Lu Zhiyuan and ignored him at all. He walked around him and walked forward.

When Lin Moyu saw Lu Zhiyuan's reaction, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch, and she ignored Lu Zhiyuan and quickly followed Mo Wushuang's footsteps.

Seeing that they all ignored him, Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but get angry again, but his nosebleed was still flowing down, and he couldn't stop the bleeding with one hand, so in the end he could only use both hands.

He couldn't understand how he could actually watch a man get a nosebleed?

It was simply weirder than seeing a ghost.