Chapter 182 The Bloodthirsty Emperor Shao, the Heart's Favorite (40)

Hao Qiu's words are watery, and that man Han Mo is not clean.

This is likely to be a game.

She won't poke it for the time being, but she wants to see what tricks are being played.

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After Han Mo went upstairs, he rushed into the bathroom immediately, and stood under the shower with the cold water running on. The cold water could bring him a little soberness and rationality.

He could no longer see everything around the bathroom.

All eyes are blood red.

It was so dazzling, so bright, that he couldn't help but want to fall into it.

The numb pain, all the scenes he endured back then appeared in front of his eyes, making him want to indulge in killing.

Han Mo closed his eyes fiercely, trying to wake himself up.

He began to divert attention.

I thought of Mi Youning's smiling face, those clever eyes, and that displeased but helpless expression towards him.

The other party's every frown, smile, and every move touched his heart and made him calm down slowly.

Thinking of this, Han Mo gradually sobered up.

The cold water made him feel uncomfortable, but he didn't stop.

Another kind of abnormal mood swing troubled him, which was another kind of intellectual problem that required calm.

Han Mo clenched his fists fiercely, not daring to think about Mi Youning anymore.

A red light flashed in his eyes, making him look extremely evil, a little indescribably weird, and his whole aura changed.

The two consciousnesses in his mind were fighting, he was suffering in every possible way here, why didn't he take action.

What is the point of such pain?

If you want it, why not do it.

Han Mo let go of his hand, picked up the towel beside him, wiped his hair, and left the bathroom quickly.

"Boom..."

Not long after Mi Youning walked into the room, she heard a knock on the door.

She walked to the door, opened it, and met the man with red eyes.

When Han Mo saw Mi Youning, the red light in his eyes deepened, and all his rationality dissipated early.

Han Mo walked into the room, and he didn't forget to kick the door shut after he stepped into the room.

When Mi Youning saw such a scary Han Mo, especially those eyes that were glowing red and piercing, he couldn't help but tremble all over.

This man is a little abnormal!

"What's wrong with you?" Mi Youning tentatively communicated with him.

However, Han Mo didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and only stared at her with a pair of red eyes, so fierce.

"Don't scare me, what's going on? What happened?" Chen Mengtian's voice was a little unsteady.

Han Mo stared straight at him, and clenched his fists tightly, as if he was fighting against the last sliver of rationality.

He stepped forward murderously, twisted Mi Youning's two arms together, and turned them directly on the back, so that she would not have the slightest attack power, and subdued her as if he had treated a former enemy.

His movements were too fast for Mi Youning to react, and this suppressed behavior made her unacceptable.

Like the next moment, this man will break her neck.

She lay on the ground, her eyes flashed coldly, but her voice was gentle, and she began to try to comfort him, "Han Mo, let go of me!"

Han Mo was indifferent and didn't respond to her, his eyes were somewhat painfully entangled.

At this time, Han Mo was indeed struggling with the last sliver of reason.

He didn't want to hurt the people on the ground, but he had to subdue them, otherwise they would run around in front of him, and he was afraid of doing something terrible.