Chapter 51

"Senior brother-" The gloomy face of the demon cultivator suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse, cold as a poisonous snake, "stop talking nonsense with them. ”

The white-clothed demon cultivator smiled, and took on a sentence without being salty, "Senior brother, don't be rude." ”

He was ingested by this little beauty just now, and this will also come back to his senses, he came with a mission, but now it is indeed a little tricky. Beauty, he wants, and spirit beasts, he can't let go.

He has to think of a way to get the best of both worlds, in case of a fight, the realm of the little beauty is too low, so as not to be affected, or find a way to catch her first.

The white-clothed fan was still confident that he could handle the monks in front of him who obviously didn't plan to hand over the spirit beast, although there was still a person in the carriage who did not show up, it was estimated that he was the one in charge of this group, and he was not nervous. He is already in the late stage of his transformation, and he has also stepped into the Great Perfection with one foot, and he will be able to start breaking through in a hundred years at most, but the real Mahayana period is only a thin line away from it.

Even if he is up against the monks of the Mahayana period, as long as it is not for those mid-stage powers, even if he does not have the strength to stand alone, he still has the certainty that he will retreat with his whole body.

Besides, he can see through the realm of this group of people in front of him at a glance, the two Yuan Infant Stage, the two Yuan Yuan Stage entourage, I think I also know that the master in the carriage is not very good at cultivation, and he can be a god in the early stage, although he is a little embarrassed, but it is just to find a way to get the little beauty that catches his eye smoothly, and these people are not worth his trouble.

So he didn't plan to rub it any further.

The white-clothed fan waved the folding fan in his hand, and the wind blew violently in an instant, and the stones were flat and stone-walking, with a strong suction. This level of wind is not a big problem for Mu Kunfan and Ye Luxiu, and the white-clothed fan is not aimed at them, but Qi Ling and Mo Jiukong, who are in a lower realm, are a little unable to support it.

Qi Ling was pretended, his pale face was swept away by the strange wind, and he was caught by the white-clothed fan, comforting him in a soft voice, "The girl is holding it firm, I won't hurt you, just go to the side and avoid it." ”

Qi Ling looked really frightened, his face was pale, his body was still trembling slightly, and the white-clothed fan felt this, and he couldn't help but be a little moved...... Unexpectedly, the little beauty was frightened, but she also showed a lovely style.

Qi Ling held his arm, lowered his head slightly, as if he didn't dare to look at him, a touch of disgust quickly crossed his eyes, and he still had a docile posture on the surface.

Mo Jiukong really couldn't hold on, his realm was the lowest among this group of people.

He tightened his grip on the car door, the formation on the car lit up softly in the wind, and one hand lifted the purple curtain, stretched out from the car, and grabbed his wrist. A strand of pale golden tassel fell on the back of the hand.

Mo Jiukong turned over and got into the carriage, he deliberately stumbled, leaned over and fell towards the person who grabbed his wrist, but when he was about to crash into it, he unloaded his strength.

Mo Chuan didn't hide, let him pounce himself tightly from the front, his waist and abdomen were close to each other, he patted the head nested on his shoulder, "Don't lose your temper." ”

This kind of action Mo Jiukong often did when he was a child, at that time he was still a soft and small ball, nestled in Mo Chuan's arms, and now he can hold Mo Chuan in his arms.

Mo Chuan felt that this whole state of being held by others was not good, and he pushed the one who was lying on top of him like a dead dog, but he was hugged tighter by retaliation.

Mo Chuan felt as if he was about to be suffocated, because it was too close, he could feel the temperature on Xiaobai's body through his clothes and reach him, which was so vivid and terrifying.

"Don't make a fuss—"

Mo Chuan just spoke, but he was coldly bitten on his chin, "............"

It didn't count if I chewed it, but I licked it twice according to the position before I was satisfied

Mo Jiukong slowly let go of the arm that was holding Mo Chuan tightly and sat down beside him.

The hamsters were awakened as early as when they were huddled together, and sensitively aware that the atmosphere was not right, so they ran to the corner with their little short legs, changed their heads and continued to sleep.

The wind outside had stopped, and after a few exclamations, there was no movement.

Mo Chuan felt that the bite on his chin was slightly hot, and he must have left saliva after being bitten, he wanted to raise his sleeve to wipe it, and he was worried that Xiaobai would think he disliked it. I was a little sulking because of what happened just now, isn't this even more hurtful?

Not...... When Xiaobai was still a bun, they didn't rub their saliva with each other.

Mo Chuan comforted himself like this.

Then he realized that he was not comforted at all.

When I was a child, I was a small bun of less than a meter, unless he was a pedophile, and there was no psychological barrier at all when he kissed and hugged him. But now that the little bun has grown taller than him, it's not normal to look at it like when he was a child.

Even if Mo Chuan was born a little sluggish in these emotional matters, the tomb robbery notes back then, the blxx little book, were not in vain, and to this extent, he would not be unaware at all.

Xiaobai, isn't he a little too pestering him.

Mo Dad was very worried in his heart, thinking that if this continues, after his life is over, how can his son live smoothly.

Mo Chuan lowered his head worriedly, thinking wildly, not noticing the person staring at him intently on his side.

Mo Chuan's eyelashes are not very thick, but they are very slender, and when he lowers his eyes slightly, he hides the sharp and indifferent arc at the corners of his eyes, and he looks a little rare and docile.

Mo Jiukong stared at his unfocused pupils, approached his face, and almost hit him, "What are you thinking?" ”

He didn't call Dad, but directly used "you", and his voice was a little low, not as clear as his usual coquettishness.

Mo Chuan: "I miss you later." "I'm worried about what to do when your dad and I hang up and you haven't been weaned yet, stupid son.

Mo Jiu didn't want to return: "Will you accompany me in the future?"

"......" Mo Chuan replied with difficulty: "...... Oh, yes. "You're too close, so it's a bit stressful for me to lie.

"Why don't you look at me and talk," Mo Jiukong said, "Look at me." ”

"......" Mo Chuan: "...... Don't make a fuss. "It can't be that he is weak in heart, can you really see any expression on his paralyzed face?

Mo Jiukong smiled, he found that Mo Chuan had been avoiding him since the matter of the meridians, "Will you be angry if I make trouble?"

"......" Mo Chuan: "...... No. "It's you who is angry, and it's you who ignore people, in fact, I'm very angry!

Mo Chuan silently made a frustrated forward bending action in his heart, he was too kind and aggrieved, and he always felt that he was eaten by Xiaobai and couldn't turn over. As an adult, can't you be a little *, he just hasn't figured out how to say it yet, and he doesn't plan to keep saying it, so give him some time to organize the language.

Labor and management haven't spoken much for three hundred years, and their language skills have long been degraded into something, and my brother is also very anxious!

Mo Jiukong looked at him with an indispensable attitude, and suddenly some hot hustle and bustle in his heart surfaced from the cold long river. No matter when this person is indifferent, even if he understands that this person's heart is not so unkind, sometimes there is still an urge to tear the mask of calm self-control on this person's face.

In fact, he has always understood that Mo Chuan is cold and ruthless on the surface, but he is warm in his heart. For example, he took in himself back then, such as Qi Ling three hundred years ago. And his surface is obedient and soft, but he is only for one person to see, and his heart is cold.

What a contradictory duo.

He now had an impulsive desire in his heart.

So he rarely obeyed his heart and was impulsive.

Mo Jiukong smiled slightly, leaning over and covering the pale lips that were close at hand.

Mo Chuan: "!"

kind

go

Mo Chuan's heart was turned into a pulp, and he froze there, feeling that his heart was almost collapsing.

However, this is not the most devastating for him.

Because—

The curtains across the two compartments were opened, and Qi Ling's crisp voice came immediately, "Venerable, those people have ——!!"

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