Han Mo's chest kept approaching, and Hua Simu sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and stepped back in small steps.

The two index fingers crossed, "Yes, no, anything, the moral bottom line can't, can't be bad." ”

From the intersecting gaps, you can glimpse Han Mowu's misty and kind look, as thick as the thick ink on a landscape painting, the golden and dark green pupils have a warm light, the light and warmth are intertwined, and the scorching heat makes people dare not look directly.

The light in the hotel corridor was not bright, but Han Mo's eyes were amazingly bright.

Under Han Mo's approach, Hua Simu's heel touched the wall, and in the next second, his back was attached to the cold wall, and his body trembled.

The sound of a heartbeat lingers in my ears.

"Oh~~~" Han Mo bit the words, and the crimson color in his eyes made Hua Simu's heart tremble.

The crossed fingers touched Han Mo's chest, and Hua Simu withdrew like an electric shock, and the fingers hanging down his side still carried the slippery coolness of Han Mo's windbreaker.

Fingers curled up in the water-red sleeves.

Han Mo approached again and again, and then suddenly lowered his head, his wolf-like and extremely aggressive eyes locked on Hua Simu's dark eyes.

Say it word by word.

"Sister Hua, can you tell me, which line is the bottom line of morality?"

Hua Simu, a thousand-year-old demon, was almost stunned by the sound of his own heartbeat.

She struggled to organize the language with what little willpower she had left.

The voice that came out was softer than that of a cat, soft, "just, it's ......"

At this time, there was a strange sound in the corridor, and the sense of presence was really strong, Hua Simu and Han Mo looked at it at the same time.

A greasy middle-aged man and a woman with heavy makeup kiss each other passionately and roll violently on the wall.

The man's hand reached under the woman's skirt, and the woman's red lips and the man's lips seemed to stick together.

The woman's fingers rested on the man's shoulder, and the man's suit slid to the ground.

"Baby~ah~You're so good~"

The sound of the two gnawing at each other sounded in the corridor, and the woman's ambiguous gasping almost staged a restrictive scene in the corridor.

Han Mo frowned, and was about to pull Hua Simu away.

Looking down, I saw a pair of crystal grape-like eyes of Hua Simu, full of curiosity and desire for knowledge, staring closely at the dynamics over there.

Han Mo, "......"

Silently reached out to cover her eyes.

Hua Simu's eyes blinked restlessly, and her small fan-like eyelashes brushed over Han Mo's palm, and Han Mo's fingers moved.

"There's someone over there. The woman finally found out that Hua Simu was very Han Mo and the two of them, panting and humming.

The man kissed her on the lips again and pinched her plump.

He took out his room card from his trouser pocket, "Baby, let's go in, let's have a good game tonight." ”

"Didi. The door opened.

The two rolled through the door.

Silence returned to the corridors of the hotel.

Hua Simu's eyes were covered, although his eyes were open, it was dark, and the skin around his eyes was close to Han Mo's slightly cool hand.

Hua Simu said that it was a pity, she didn't know what the two were going to do next, when she was a child, she often saw her father and mother kissing each other so fiercely, touching each other, but they were always found at critical times, without exception.

Just now she was about to take a look, but she was blocked by Han Mo's hand.

Hua Simu pouted dissatisfiedly.

The red and full lips occupied Han Mo's field of vision.

Han Mo's voice was so hoarse that he said bewildermently, "Hua Xiaomu, do you want to kiss me?"

Hua Xiaomu, do you want to kiss me?

What do you think?!

Kiss whom?!

What me?!

！！！

Hua Simu's eyes widened suddenly, and she couldn't believe what she had heard.

Pulling Han Mo's hand down, he pushed his shoulder angrily, and the little pepper exploded, "Kiss your mother to sell batches, roll calves for this palace, how far and how far to roll, roll ......"

Han Mo looked thin, but he couldn't push it no matter how he pushed it, and he calmly imprisoned Hua Simu on his chest.

stared at the scolding Hua Simu with interest.

"Scoundrels, apprentices, stinky fools......"

The lips were as red as red cherries.

Han Mo's thin lips hooked and said with a smile, "If you scold one more word, I really kiss you." ”

Hua Simu was instantly silenced, and a group of cowards.

Only a pair of talking eyes stared at Han Mo with fire.

"You really don't want to kiss me?" Han Mo asked pitifully, as if to say that if you miss this village, you won't have this shop.

Hua Simu felt that it was safer to cover her mouth, and she hurriedly covered her hands and shook her head.

Han Mo's fingers wrapped around her hair, her eyes fell on Hua Simu's soft hair, and she murmured, "It's a pity, I want to kiss you." ”

For some reason, Hua Simu actually read a bit of sincerity in his words.

In the next second, Han Mo's chest pressed towards her.

Hua Simu was stunned and blocked it with her hands.

wtf？

Han Mo's magnetic laughter came, his chest shook, and Hua Simu's palm burst **.

"Hua Xiaomu, it seems that you are not very brave, so you are scared?

I just kidd.

How could I kiss my sister Hua, and I wouldn't dare to give 100,000 guts. ”

When Han Mo talks about Sister Hua, she is always ambiguous, which will make people have an impulse to think about it.

Hua Simu was in the cracks, and her face was red in the faint and cool mint flavor.

'Don't dare, I see you're very bold. 'Hua Simu secretly thought.

But given that he did not have the upper hand, Hua Simu wisely did not speak.

"My wish is that you can stay with me for the Spring Festival. Han Mo whispered, his tone at this time was no longer arrogant just now, but there was a faint gloom.

Hua Simu wanted to look up.

But sandwiched between the wall and Han Mo, the narrow activity space made it impossible for her to raise her head, so she had to give up.

muttered, "I thought it was a big deal, of course I could accompany you for the Spring Festival." I haven't had the Spring Festival here yet. ”

Getting Hua Simu's promise, Han Mo's hand propped up on the wall slightly, and he distanced himself from Hua Simu a little, looking at her and smiling, showing a happy look, his smile was green like a teenager who had just confessed successfully.

Or the liking in his eyes is too strong.

Or maybe the breath in the air is too ambiguous.

Hua Simu, who had always been not afraid of heaven and earth, fled under Han Mo's smiling gaze.

Slam the door shut.

Leaning against the door, covering his pounding heart, even his hair was flustered.

......

Hua Simu sat up from the bed violently with her messy hair, and there was a faint dark blue under her eyes.

Not being able to sleep all the time was enough for her to be irritable, and there was something even more annoying outside the window.

Hua Simu's eyes were as cold as frost, and she locked on a pair of suspended eyes outside the window.

The wrist is flipped and the five fingers are clawed.

A dark blue flame hurled at those eyes.

The all-white eyes without pupils outside the window could dodge the fireball, and a person appeared in the air, dressed in white, which should have been a pure and beautiful color on him, and he was stunned to wear the temperament of a demon.

If you look closely at the striped patterns on the white clothes, they are actually small white snakes wriggling.

It's so dense that it's disgusting.

The all-white eyeballs make people's backs chill.

The ghost demon Niangniang was angry and had nowhere to vent, and her figure flashed, and she saw that the person who was originally in bed was floating in the air outside the window at the moment.

Full of fire, there is just a target for anger.

The two rose to the air, and Hua Simu fought more ruthlessly than the man.

The hands condensed the internal force, turning into ten thousand sharp swords in the air, carrying the momentum of thunder, stabbing at the man in white, the cold blade slashing through the air, and even falling the condensed ice crystals.

The man in white sent his hands forward, and the gray-white internal force formed a protective shield to resist Hua Simu's attack.

Although Hua Simu is a daughter, her internal strength is extremely domineering.

The man in white gritted his teeth, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the small snake on his body writhed uneasily, making a hissing reverberation.

The man in white was pushed to the edge of the hotel's high-rise.

At stake.

Hua Simu freed up her hand, and after retreating, luck struck hard, and the faint blue light made her look like a goddess from a fairy tale, beautiful and dazzling, and her black hair spread out in the air.

The body of the man in white fell from the edge of the top floor of the hotel.

Disappear on the top floor.

He turned his head in mid-air, jumped back to the top floor, spread out his palms, condensed his internal force, and slapped towards Hua Simu from a high place.

Hua Simu is disdainful.

Running towards the man in white, a few dodged in front of the man in white and punched hard.

The faint blue light wrapped around the small fist, shattering the white sphere that the white clothes had condensed from the inside, and the fist hit the palm of the man in white.

The strength of this punch was extraordinary, and it directly shattered the opponent's hand bones.

Shen Tianru and the three of them have also completed seven, seven, eight, eight, eight, and eight, and only a few difficult actions have not been made.

In the end, it was Jing Jile's turn.

Jing Jile swallowed his saliva and walked in front of Long Chengtian with uncertain steps.

The first movement – lower back.

Jing Jile twisted his waist and moved, his feet open and prepared to lower his waist.

"Report!" He Chuxiao interrupted her next move.

Long Chengtian looked at He Chuxiao, "Say." ”

"Jing Jile has injured his left hand, and his left hand will lose strength when he does the lower back movement. He Chuxiao calmly explained the situation under the gaze of the instructor.

Jing Jile cast a grateful gaze, sure enough, it was brother dei, righteous enough!

Long Chengtian nodded, "I've been notified, I know, but! The killer will not show mercy to your subordinates because of what injuries you have suffered, Jing Jile continues! ”

"Yes. ”

Oh no, I forgot to shout the report.

"Report!"

Say. ”

"Yes. ”

“...... Alright, don't report it, do it!"

Jing Jile almost blurted out again.

Jing Jile raised his hands high and slowly leaned back, Jing Jile's flexibility was very good, and he successfully lowered his waist.

When the hands touched the ground and the weight of the body shifted to the arms, Jing Jile's left hand could not support it at all.

The left hand is soft.

There was a loud "bang".

Jing Jile performed a head pestle.

Then he collapsed on the grass, Jing Jile felt his head reverberate, buzzing non-stop, and his eyes were black, and he managed to have the mosquito coil eyes of the characters in the comic books.

The sky is so blue~ I am dizzy~ I am so embarrassed~

It seems that someone shouted a report.

In the reverberation of the world, a hand wrapped firmly around her waist and pulled her up from the ground.

In the blurred vision, He Chuxiao is the only clear existence.

A slender hand covered the back of her head, and her inky blue eyes looked at her, as if they could see the depths of Jing Jile's soul.

On the green grass, under the blazing sun, the wind blows with a warm temperature.