The air was filled with the faint scent of flowers, and the window was next to the bed, which had not been closed last night. As soon as Mo Chuan opened his eyes, he saw a peach blossom tree outside the window, blooming just right in the sun.

From time to time, a breeze blew, and a few petals fell weakly with the wind, even on the window edge.

However, Mo Chuan was not in the mood to enjoy this fresh and lovely spring beauty.

Xiaobai's head was buried in his shoulder, half of the silky silver hair was spread around his neck, and he didn't know what happened last night, and a few strands even got into the opening of his shirt, clinging to his skin, making him feel a little weird.

He thought that he wouldn't be able to sleep last night, after all, he hadn't shared a bed with anyone for two hundred years, and Xiaobai now obviously had some feelings for him beyond the love of father and son, and he was inevitably a little awkward every time he thought of this, but the fact was that he slept very well last night, and as soon as he lay down and said a few words to Xiaobai, he was sleepy, and then slept smoothly until dawn.

Mo Chuan moved slightly, and the furry head rubbed it and buried it deeper. Taking a deep breath, he moved Xiaobai's head away from him with a little difficulty, lifted the thin quilt on his body, and prepared to get up and get out of bed.

It's just that as soon as he sat up, he was hugged by his waist again, and a head was attached to his waist and abdomen, rubbing like a coquette.

Mo Chuan: "............" Although the stalk of "being rubbed a vigorous morning" will not appear in him, a villain who has been focusing on it for more than 200 years, he still feels so ashamed inexplicably, is it possible to touch a man's lower abdomen at such a symbolic point casually? Besides, young man, you are no longer a three-year-old pure child now!

Mo Chuan lowered his head and sighed helplessly...... And then he froze.

Xiao Bai was looking at him with bright eyes, his pale pupils were as confusing as transparent glass, but what attracted Mo Chuan the most was the two furry ears on the top of his head!

Still dumbfounded!

Mo Chuan was stunned for a while, and a heart with fluff control attributes suddenly became excited, and he even stretched out his hand uncontrollably, wanting to touch the two cute little ears.

It's just that after all, he still realized that this kind of behavior was not appropriate, and he paused halfway through.

At this time, Xiaobai suddenly let go of a paw holding his waist, quickly grabbed the hand he wanted to withdraw, and gently placed it on his right ear, and then lowered his eyes as if he was shy, and the little ear gently turned twice against Mo Chuan's palm.

It's so soft, it's still moving!!

——！！

Mo Chuan heard the sound of his reason burning.

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After a while, Mo Chuan maintained his usual noble and cold face, and walked out of the room with a fluffy white-haired little fox in his arms.

It was not early, and the other three had already gotten up to spend time in the courtyard.

Mu Kunfan and Yeluxiu sat at the stone table together, the two held hands and didn't know what to say, when they saw Mo Chuan coming out of the room and hurriedly separated. Yeluxiu, an honest man, lowered his head silently, Mu Kunfan looked calm, and after greeting Mo Chuan, he looked at the furry creature in his arms with great interest.

Hmm, that's familiar.

Qi Ling was practicing his sword under the peach blossom tree.

Her swordsmanship is not as gentle as that of ordinary female cultivators, but very treacherous and fierce. The sword qi stirred up bursts of air in the air, shaking the peach blossoms all over the trees, and Qi Ling's figure had an indescribable sharp beauty against the backdrop of the rain of flowers in the sky.

Mo Chuan watched his daughter (self-righteous) stand slim, and even dancing a sword made people unable to take their eyes off, and his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of appreciation.

Xiao Bai looked at Qi Ling with a moving posture vigilantly, and raised his head to see Mo Chuan's appreciative eyes, his big moist eyes turned around twice, and then bit Mo Chuan's sleeve and pulled it, and when Mo Chuan looked down at it, he collapsed in his arms like no bones, squinted at him, stretched out his little pink tongue and licked his fleshy claws.

Mo Chuan: "......"

Mo Jiukong saw that Mo Chuan's attention returned to him, and shook the tips of his ears with satisfaction.

When Qi Ling saw Mo Chuan come out, he took a sword flower with his backhand and took the sword to greet Mo Chuan, and when he saw the coquettish and stupid fox who was nesting in Mo Chuan's arms, he paused slightly, and then moved away as if nothing happened.

Mo Jiukong met her gaze casually, and after licking his paws, he hugged Mo Chuan's arm and rubbed it around.

Mo Chuan didn't notice the eye contact between his son and daughter, and after a few words, he took his son and took Qi Ling out shopping.

Although he came this time mainly to compensate Xiaobai for distraction, it was good to think that Qi Ling was a girl to go out for a walk, and he couldn't be too partial.

The Demon Dao Conference is about to begin, and Floating Cloud City is full of monks who come to see the excitement, and there are even more shops on the streets. Liangzhou is vast and sparsely populated, and such a lively scene can only be seen once in a few hundred years.

High-level monks have their own value, and they rarely come to such crowded places, so most of the people who play on the streets at this time are still low-level monks who do not exceed the Transformation Yuan Period. Mo Chuan then put on an otaku face, and suppressed his cultivation to the Yuan Infant Stage, which was not too scary, and also avoided people who were not long-eyed to provoke.

Mo Chuan actually didn't lack magic weapons, clothes, and talismans, and after walking around half the street, he bought a few new things for Qi Ling and Xiaobai.

Mo Chuan touched Xiaobai's head and pinched his ears again, causing Xiaobai to shyly pat him with his paws. Mo Chuan's gaze swept to a clothing shop next to the street, and after thinking about it, he raised his feet and walked in.

Qi Ling followed silently behind.

As soon as the three of them entered the door, the guy in the store greeted them warmly: "What do you want?" We have both men's and women's clothes here, and they have all styles, I don't know which one you want?"

Mo Chuan said expressionlessly: "The girl behind me is wearing the best, take the best." ”

Qi Ling pursed the corners of his mouth.

Xiao Er hurriedly led them inside, and as soon as he was halfway through, the steward greeted him with a smile on his face, and Xiao Er saw that he had sued him and left.

Xiao Er is only the cultivation of the foundation building period, he only knows that Mo Chuan and several people are higher than him, but he can't see what it is, and this is in charge of the late stage of the Yuan Dynasty, and the glasses are more poisonous than Xiao Er, and it can be seen at a glance that Mo Chuan, who is the leader, must at least be a Yuan Infant Ancestor, and he is afraid that Xiao Er will not be able to stay on the scene, so he hurriedly came up to greet him in person.

The steward led the men to a separate cubicle and explained, "The real good things are here, so don't worry." ”

The few clothes he took out were not bad, the materials were precious, the styles were good, and there were some high-level defensive arrays engraved on them, although they could not be compared with the purple heavy heavenly Luo Sha, but they were also worth half of the defense power of the Yuan Infant Monk.

Although these magic circles were of little use to Qi Ling, who was already in the Mahayana period.

Mo Chuan didn't look closely, so he asked Qi Ling to pick out a few things he liked, and simply paid the bill and left.

Seeing Mo Chuan so crisp, the steward suddenly burst into joy, although these clothes are good, but the price is also terrifying, it is good to be able to sell one in a few months, but now he doesn't know how much commission he can get if he sells so much in one go. The already smiling face smiled out of the folds, and sent a few people out enthusiastically.

Qi Ling still followed behind Mo Chuan, holding the storage bag containing the few clothes he had just bought, his eyes were a little empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

As soon as a few people walked out of the door, they heard a commotion, and a blue figure crashed towards Mo Chuan.

Mo Chuan has never liked strangers getting close, so he reflexively turned sideways, so the blue figure bumped into Qi Ling, who was in a daze.

Qi Ling naturally couldn't be knocked down by this, so he subconsciously took it, and looked down to see that it was a blue-clothed girl with a delicate face. The girl's figure was not tall, half a head lower than Qi Ling, she didn't know whether she was angry or ashamed, and her face was red.

Mo Chuan looked back and saw that the petite, soft and lovely girl in blue was being hugged by the waist of the beautiful woman in black with a gorgeous temperament and a cold as frost.

Ah, isn't that girl in blue Mu Rong, the male protagonist's first love, the loyal dog little white flower?

It's just that...... He looked up and down in a strange mood, and Qi Ling and Mu Rong looked at each other.

The protagonist's harem, and the protagonist's harem......

Ah, why does he think this development is a bit weird?

But seriously, where did the male protagonist go? 166 Reading Network