Mo Chuan felt that Xiaobai's saliva must be poisonous, otherwise the part he was licking and kissing would be numb like an electric shock, very similar to a gadget he played with when he was a child, a low-voltage power supply connected to an iron wire, and a thin current was emitted when the switch was strained, and the fingertips of his hands would suddenly be numb when he touched them, stinging, but not very painful.

The corners of his mouth that were numb from grinding unconsciously twitched, and Mo Chuan was deeply worried about his current situation.

What is this? The adopted son pushed him as a father in front of his adopted daughter, how can he maintain the image of a good father and educate his children in the future? Mo Chuan made a face, and tears flowed silently into his heart.

Lonely and lonely for two hundred years, the single dog has been affected by it in his heart

For two hundred years, in addition to treasure hunting, he is looking for someone, and the sense of remorse for losing Xiaobai with his own hands has always accompanied him, if he wasn't born without Sister Lin's weak body and bones, maybe he could have died of sorrow. Although Qi Ling also gave him a little comfort, after all, he was not a child raised by himself, and that comfort was just a thin layer that floated on the surface. The softest part of his heart is still empty, and even if some people leave, there is no one to replace. The days are simply all kinds of emptiness, loneliness and cold, the rhythm of loneliness into a dog, and now there is no warning of such a bloody plot, he feels that his brain capacity is almost insufficient, and he forgot to react for a while, and let this unscrupulous son take advantage of it for a long time.

But he has also reacted now, and he must not be slighted in vain.

His eyes rolled with difficulty, and the afterglow skimmed Qi Ling's expression of broken face, Mo Chuan felt that his innocence and discipline had flapped his wings at this moment, and flew away from his eyes together.

Mo Chuan first silently took a deep breath, calmed down his overloaded brain, weighed his strength before reaching out his hand, and with a force that could pull people away without really hurting people, he exhaled to Mo Jiukong's head, and his face was tilted to the side.

As a result, Mo Jiukong personally demonstrated what it means to die without repentance, and when Mo Chuan pumped his strength, he softly landed his head on Mo Chuan's shoulder, and his two arms were tightly wrapped around him, and his posture changed smoothly from a bear pounce to a bear hug.

Mo Chuan silently vomited a mouthful of old blood in his heart, how did his good boy become a big octopus that pestered people, and he had to use his face as a human pendant on him.

Mo Chuan didn't want to push Mo Jiukong away strongly, because he always had to take into account the self-esteem of some children. He lost Xiaobai's face too much in front of Qi Ling, and hurt Xiaobai's self-esteem too much, Xiaobai and Qi Ling didn't like each other in the first place, and they fought-for-tat along the way, if he lost Xiaobai's face in front of Qi Ling now, he would be making Xiaobai ugly...... Even in this kind of plot with a strange painting style, Mo Chuan still couldn't help but praise his fine (sacred) heart (father) Zhou (genus) to (sex).

Qi Ling silently maintained a cracked expression on his face, his hands and feet, along with his heart, getting colder and colder.

She looked at the man who had pulled her out of the darkest period like a ray of light, and was now clinging to another person, hand and foot, as intimate as two flowers blooming from the same branch, cold and unattended. There was no room for him to beak between them.

The corners of her eyes were red when she was kissed, and a trace of beauty that had never been seen on her body inadvertently was mixed with the indifferent aura around him, which was shocking.

None of this she had ever seen before.

And in the eyes that occasionally skimmed her, there seemed to be a hint of displeasure at being disturbed.

She hung her head, not daring to look directly at the two men again.

She had just absorbed the cultivation of those three demon cultivators, and the violent and chaotic spiritual power rushed around her body, and it was quickly forcibly suppressed and absorbed by the mutated flesh and bones. This kind of taste was not pleasant, even if she was used to it, but at this moment, the hot and frenzied pain still made her feel a tearing pain that went straight to her heart.

"......Your Excellency," she said slowly in a very soft voice, "Ling Er recklessly ......" and then didn't look up, her head hung low, and she retreated.

Outside the carriage, Mu Kunfan put his hand on the tall man's lean waist, and was smiling and saying something.

Qi Ling: "......"

Dog man man!

There was already a pair of immodest peach blossom eyes, and when I laughed, it was even more eye-catching...... In short, it made her chest tighter when she saw it.

Qi Ling turned his head: "Hmph." ”

Not far from her feet, a small black insect peeked at her through the gap in the fallen leaves. Because this insect is extremely ordinary, and there is not the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power on its body, it is very insignificant, and Qi Ling, who is feeling uncomfortable in his chest, naturally did not notice it.

The insect shook its small, small head, burrowed under the fallen leaves, and slowly crawled away.

Mu Kunfan smiled and patted Feng Cheng, "Let's go." ”

The two high-level spirit beasts that were used as horses to pull carts shook the horns on their heads in a frustrated manner, let out a long cry of depression, and then spread their hooves and returned to the road.

In the carriage, the air seemed to freeze on the surface, and the undercurrent was still surging under the calm.

Mo Chuan patted Mo Jiukong's head like a little brother outside the car shooting a spirit animal, and then clasped his left shoulder with his right hand, tearing him off his body in the posture of tearing a piece of dog skin plaster.

Mo Jiukong didn't see his previous stubbornness at all this time, and after being pushed away, he just sat obediently on the side, and didn't even pay attention to the behavior of the hamster who woke up and crawled under the corner of his clothes.

The hamster snatched up his paws, wrapped himself in the corner of Mo Jiukong's clothes, and squinted at the two humans in front of him who were confronting each other.

Mo Chuan tried his best to keep a straight face, and asked solemnly at the face of "I'm very obedient to me", "Do you know what you were doing just now?"

"I know," Mo Jiukong's tone was gentle enough to wring out the water, "I'm kissing you, Dad." ”

“……………………”

Who is this pervert sitting next to him, dressed in a little white skin?

It's really scared to death of your father, a straight man with a strong sexual orientation.

After calming down for a second, Mo Chuan continued to try to show a cold look, "It's not right to do this, don't do it in the future." ”

Mo Jiukong continued to have a gentle face, "Well, okay, Dad, I will definitely be serious next time." ”

“…………………………”

Seriously your sister!

His smashed brain must have been invaded by some unknown creature, and the expression on his face that was about to □□ really made his heart hurt, and the chrysanthemum tightened.

He didn't want to understand at all what kind of seriousness "serious" meant, really. He's just a poor, pure, straight man who doesn't understand the dangers of the world.

"It's good to know it's wrong," Mo Chuan looked at the squinting hamster, imagining himself as a single-celled creature like a paramecium, refusing to think about Xiaobai's weird attitude.

The hamster in sight was lifted up by two slender white fingers pinching the thick layer of fat on the back of the neck, and it involuntarily raised its head, the tip of its nose swayed upward, and its little paws were slashing everywhere in panic.

Mo Jiukong just carried this fat ball and shook in front of Mo Chuan.

"I can be a companion with Shen Shen, and it has been lonely for many years. ”

His eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and there was a smile in his voice, which drilled into Mo Chuan's ears from all directions, and spread deeper.

Mo Chuan was poked into his heart by the word "also", he reached out and gently supported the little guy's fluffy little buttocks, and his palms felt a soft warmth. Mo Jiukong let go of his hand, and the little guy landed safely, holding his chest and sitting in his palm blankly.

After letting go of the hamster, Mo Jiukong's hand did not withdraw, but gently clasped Mo Jiukong's wrist and sprinkled as usual, "Dad, I'm a little tired." ”

Mo Chuan naturally replied, "Then rest for a while." ”

Mo Jiukong immediately leaned on him with a smile, and finally put his head on his lap and wrapped his abdomen around him through a layer of fabric.

After all, he is also a monk in the Yuan period, how can he be tired after sitting in the carriage for a while?

Mo Chuan's body stiffened for a while, and then slowly relaxed.

He once read an essay in a magazine about people who are faced with some unreasonable requests, as long as they are given an excuse, even if it is not a little convincing, most people will acquiesce. Just like when cutting in line, a "I want to be faster" without the slightest sincere excuse can successfully achieve the goal.

Mo Chuan looked at Xiao Bai, who was half-closed on his legs, and then looked at the hamster sitting in his palm with a sluggish face, revealing an unfathomable look.

He moved the hamster from his hand to Mo Jiukong's head, his ass next to his cheek.

He closed his eyes, feeling like he was about to be persuaded by this insincere bullshit excuse. 166 Reading Network