In less than a minute, Ugly Ugly's body hurt badly several times, and he didn't dare to take it lightly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Now it's sure that its master must be a second-level demon power, otherwise it wouldn't be so difficult.

Red Lotus They have also seen that their master has been promoted to the second level of the demon, and they are amazed that she is so easy to be promoted to the second level tonight, and at the same time, they are very happy.

As supernatural beings, of course, they know the difference after being promoted from level 1 to level 2.

In the end, no one won, but Mo Mingzhu knew that he still couldn't defeat Chouhou with second-level magic energy, after all, Chouchou was now a fourth-level mutant beast.

The fight was over, ugly, and Honglian began to gather around her in surprise and asked if there was any discomfort in her body?

"Master, will there be any sequelae when you are promoted to the second level so quickly?" said Honglian with concern.

Mo Mingzhu wiped the ice crystals on the broken hair in front of his forehead, and said as he walked into the tent, "Three years is still fast?"

Honglian also laughed when she heard her master's joke. It seems that there are no sequelae. But that's right, their cultivation ability encounters are all solved with the help of the master, how can the master have something, after all, the most dangerous demonic qi has been turned into treasure by the master. Now that the master is already a second-level demonic energy, is the demonic energy even more powerful?

I thought so, and I asked so much.

Mo Mingzhu looked at the red lotus and said seriously: "This is not true. Same as before. "Mo Mingzhu consciously felt that he was the one who was taken care of by God, and he promoted himself to a level, but the magic energy failed to make a big change. Before, it was the opposite.

After a little more chatting, everyone went to sleep again.

Lying on the futon that Honglian herself had baked inch by inch with charcoal fire, it was warm and soft, and the mood became more pleasant. I accidentally touched the tiger's mouth in my left hand. Consciousness has also entered it.

As soon as he entered, Mo Mingzhu was slightly stunned, how could it seem that there was a change in the space.

The open space without fog was much larger, and the vacant space was still just loess, and nothing else appeared. Looking up at the sky, the gray fog in the sky seemed to be much thinner.

Since the place is big, the coal that was originally placed on the edge is a little bit different from left to right, and she used her mind to move a mountain of coal to the new edge again.

Unwillingly, I walked around the space again, but still didn't find anything new. With a little regret, Mo Mingzhu retracted his thoughts. After rubbing his temples and feeling comfortable, he immediately closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Almost four or five days passed, Bai Ling appeared in the camp again, her expression became more and more stinky, and she was even more unkind when she saw Mo Mingzhu. There are more doubts.

Mo Mingzhu knew that her intention was that Mo Cheng invited her to dinner again, and the corners of her mouth twitched. In my last life, reading novels was the most boring, and the corners of the author's mouth twitched when writing characters.

In real life, this action appears very frequently, as if this action is the expression of the muscles on the face.

Mo Mingzhu, who came back to his senses, looked at Bai Ling's warning eyes, felt extremely unhappy, and said with a smile: "What, do you want me not to go?"

The expression on Bai Ling's face revealed her true thoughts, "You'd better not go, our young master was very angry in the morning." ”

From the look in her eyes, Mo Mingzhu guessed that this news should be true, and she wanted to ask Mo Cheng why he was angry? The words swirled in his throat and then swallowed.

"The young master of your family is angry, do you think that my little eldest lady dares not to go to the appointment?" looked down at the ugly ugly and ordered: "Tell Honglian, just say that we will go out for lunch." ”

Facing her own warning, it didn't work at all, Bai Ling held the big knife, and couldn't wait to immediately pounce and cut Mo Mingzhu. Fortunately, she is not stupid, she only kills with her eyes, and she doesn't really do it.

The ugly ugly followed behind Mo Mingzhu, looking back at Bai Ling provocatively from time to time. Bai Ling's eyebrows almost burned.

When I saw Mo Cheng again, his face was indeed not good-looking, the black robe on his body was gone, and he was wearing a cotton coat made of linen, with a fur vest on the outside. The whole person simply leaned back in the chair, the face buried in the shadow became more and more smelly, and the whole body exuded poppy-like temptation.

Bai Ling, who came in together, saw such a Mo rope, her eyes were blurred, and she was full of infatuation, dazzling. Even the ugly mutant beast had to sigh that this woman loves Mo rope and loves deep into the bone marrow.

Bai Ling's gaze was about to materialize, but Mo Cheng was still cold and quiet, swept over Bai Ling, and finally stopped at Mo Mingzhu's body.

"Let's get out of here. "Mo Cheng directly gave an order to people other than Mo Mingzhu.

Chouchou looked back at Mo Mingzhu's meaning, and after getting consent, he left first. For Bai Ling, who constantly gave Mo Cheng a lot of meanings to Meimu, her ugly face was full of disdain.

The limbs and feet paused, it wanted to see what would happen to the Mo rope under this woman?

"Get out. Mo Rope, who was originally quite calm, suddenly had a sharp color on his angular face. Even the eyes have red spots, one dark and one bright.

Without waiting for Mo Cheng to say anything more, Bai Ling's tears rolled down one by one, her fair little face was full of grievances and fear, and she turned around and ran out.

Soon, only Mo Mingzhu and Mo Cheng were left in the tent. Mo Mingzhu didn't wait for Mo Cheng to speak, he found a chair closest to the brazier and sat down.

Mo Mingzhu stretched out his hand that was not like a rich daughter to bake the fire on the brazier, Mo Cheng leaned back on the chair and quietly watched Mo Mingzhu's series of movements, silent.

All of a sudden, the tension in the tent just now was gone, and all that remained was harmony and warmth.

"You don't seem to be afraid of me?" Mo Cheng suddenly leaned forward with his slender body, and the sweet scent of plants and trees was very good.

Mo Mingzhu sniffed his nose, did his eyes have warmth and looked at the somewhat lonely Mo Rope, and replied: "What makes you unhappy?"

Mo Cheng didn't expect the woman in front of him to ask such a question, a dumb expression appeared on his cold face, and this expression was only hidden in his cold eyes for a moment: "My father's woman wants to interfere in my marriage. ”

This time it was Mo Mingzhu's turn to be slightly stunned, but thinking about the information he heard from the sixth young master's words, he also understood that Mo Cheng was not easy to mix in the Gu family.

"If you don't want it, you don't want it. At this time, Mo Mingzhu regarded the person in front of him as the monster Mo Cheng who followed him and worked hard.

Mo Mingzhu, who fell into the previous memories, was quickly summoned back to his soul by Mo Cheng's beautiful laughter, that is, Mo Cheng had never laughed before.

Mo Cheng placed a plate of yellow oranges on her desk on her table, picked one up in her slender hand, and peeled off her fingers with neatly cut nails as if playing piano keys.

"Eat. Mo Cheng had no expression on his face, and the white silk in his hand was peeled clean and whole, and Mo Mingzhu put it in her hand without refusal. Although he has no memories of the past, this habit has not changed in the slightest.

Familiar scenes.