317 Fu Jiu Recovers Her Memories... (1/2)

Just like that, after being pulled in with someone putting their hand over her eyes, she was completely enveloped inside a cool embrace...

When that faint tobacco scent reached her nose, the scent of blood was no longer as distinct as before.

Nobody expected that Qin Mo would stop Fu Jiu at this moment.

That man stood like a beautiful jade statue. He possessed slim, long legs and a pretty face. His white shirt had bloodstains on it, but even so, it couldn't suppress his innate outstanding presence.

Because he was unique.

If people had to describe him, then he would be a piece of jade so perfectly polished that no evil being could even get near him.

When he covered the young man's eyes, his low and deep voice would especially become uniquely deeper.

”You want to get him killed? Then do it with your eyes closed. Your eyes are still inflamed, so seeing this much blood is inappropriate.”

Fu Jiu heard him, and her back stiffened. She stopped and quieted down.

She knew that the Almighty was calming her down.

And so calm down she did. Her long legs stood there, no longer kicking. She looked normal again.

After all, there was something about the Almighty that was so calming.

But he was not entirely gentle and tender.

Rather, he had and was more than just that, but she couldn't describe how.

But Qin Mo shifting his focus towards Fu Jiu gave those men an opportunity to attack him!

Qin Mo wasn't someone to be messed with. He pulled the young man aside with one hand, and then he lifted his leg to viciously kick those gangsters charging at him onto the floor one after another!

His jacket was creating gusts of wind along with his movements, looking unbelievably domineering as he did so.

And he stopped everyone from attacking him merely with his presence.

Especially that one guy among them who was kicked half to death by Fu Jiu.

They didn't dare to act boldly anymore.

Fu Jiu's eyes had been covered all this time, so she saw nothing. She only heard sounds.

The table was utterly ruined, and glass shards were strewn all over the floor.

When the Almighty removed his hand from her eyes, she saw that some people were lying on the ground while others were fleeing. There was no trace of blood on Junko's pale face.