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Qiu Mosheng, who was on the side of the couch, was silent, hung his head for a moment, and suddenly raised his eyes and said indifferently: "Sleepy, tired, I want to sleep." ”

The words were full of tiredness, and when the red clothes heard the words, they hurriedly got up and prepared to get out of the way.

Before I got up, the person next to the couch had already come in.

The startled red-clothed man hurriedly moved inside.

"Brother Mo Sheng, why don't I stay first, it's more spacious."

As she said this, Redcoat kept her voice as low as she could.

Something struck his calf, and it was still a little cold, so he didn't dare to move, so he could only shrink to the innermost side of the bed as much as possible.

looked at Qiu Mosheng in a panic and at a loss.

Who knew that Qiu Mosheng, who had always been cold and detached, turned his head sideways and pointed at the red clothes and said boos.

It's also a little cute.

The red clothes were in a moment of embarrassment.

He doesn't have the habit of sharing a bed with other people, Qiu Mosheng won't let him go down, how is this good?

And what if the things on the calf get to Qiu Mosheng?

Redcoat tried to reduce the amplitude of his movements, trying to use his feet to play with the thing and pull it down into the corner.

I can't reach it.

The red robe moved and moved, reaching for the thing along the couch.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel like this thing has grown legs and keeps running.

He didn't dare to make a noise, so he could only move as much as he could.

"Sleep!"

A warm bass voice came, and the frightened red clothes were at a loss.

Is there something wrong with his ears.....

Otherwise, how could Qiu Mosheng talk to him in such a gentle voice.

didn't dare to think about it, the red clothes obediently lay on their sides, facing the wall.

How could Qiu Mosheng come to his dormitory for no reason, and sleep on the same couch with him alone.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing if someone saw it?

Thinking about it, the red clothes couldn't figure out what the person behind him wanted to do.

I didn't dare to sleep even if I was trembling.

Qiu Nanfeng in the quilt had just fallen asleep in a daze, and experienced a silent battlefield in the quilt.

At this time, her depression was no less than that of the red clothes.

I wanted to move somewhere better, to avoid these two people.

Moving around, he was not caught by the red clothes, and was stunned by a wide and slender finger clenched in a fist.

It is also attached to the position of the heart.

Flutter flutter .....

The sound of a heartbeat in my ears was thumping.

The sound of warm and well-proportioned breathing came through the thin shirt and the black egg shell.

The child slept so deeply.

At this time, she transformed into the smallest egg body, concealing the aura of the Heavenly Demons, no different from ordinary ornaments.

Even the breath of life is hidden.

He couldn't possibly perceive it.

When did this child have the habit of clutching things to sleep?

Qiu Nanfeng didn't dare to break free from his palm, and this move made it clear that he was a demon body transformation.

Throw yourself into the net.

The temperature of the palm is very hot and hot.

It's still very tight.

Qiu Nanfeng felt that he was in the alchemy furnace, suffering every minute.

It's so angry.

But I can only endure it.

Wherever she goes, this child can be found.

Can you still find a piece of paradise?

Poor red-clothed child originally slept well, but now I'm afraid he won't be able to sleep well.

The smell of medicine in the room was very strong, but after a while, the sound of even breathing came from the innermost red clothes.

Both left and right fell asleep, and Qiu Nanfeng also felt sleepy.

I just went to sleep.

This sleep was dark.

.........

The demon cultivators up and down the Demon Palace have no concept of celebrating the Spring Festival, Chinese New Year's Eve or anything.

It's disgusting.

Du Ge ran around, while asking the demon cultivators to help him hang the colors everywhere.

The demon cultivators were not very happy.

It happened to hang a lantern on the door of the Demon Palace, and the lantern was purple.

The demon cultivators refused to go up to the door hall, and Du Ge wanted to cry without tears, hovering left and right at the door with lanterns in both hands.

What to do?

He can't fly, he can't hang up.

The door was too tall, and there was no ladder or anything in the Demon Palace, so Du Ge was completely embarrassed.

If only Brother Mo Sheng or Brother Qiuchen were here.

The rest of the demon cultivators sat on one side, and began to gamble in groups of three or five.

A wave of people hugged together, holding the dice and pondering.

[You said this Du Ge, where did he get such a big spiritual head? ] What kind of festival, those messy colors are really bad. 】

[Isn't that it?] Black is the color of hell, and red is bloodthirsty. If you leave these two colors, are you still called a demon? 】

[I heard that this matter was provoked by Du Ge and suggested to Lord Mozun, so that Lord Mozun would think about what festival to celebrate. It is estimated that it will be fresh. 】

[Okay, okay, it's far away. Let's start gambling, do you dare to bet? 】

[What don't you dare, what to bet on? 】

The demon cultivator who provoked the bet stared at Du Ge, who was flustered and at a loss, and smiled evilly, [Let's bet on whether Du Ge can hang this lantern without relying on us this time. I have already investigated, Lord Demon Venerable is not in the Demon Palace at all, and Qiu Mosheng and Hongyi are sleeping. 】

The little demon cultivator deliberately lowered his voice, [The little man in red likes to use those medicines on weekdays, so I added some mortal hypnotic drugs to it.

These two people couldn't wake up for three or four days.

As for Qiu Chen, hum, he can't come. 】

The words of the little demon cultivator made the demon cultivators present fall into a tangle.

[How do you know that Qiuchen can't come? Did you do it too? 】

The little demon cultivator smiled and shook his head, [Qiuchen Gongzi's cultivation is high, I am not an opponent. No, but I'm pretty sure he won't come. Less nonsense, to bet or not to bet? I bet he won't be able to hang the lantern today. 】

[Okay, I bet he could.] In case Lord Demon Venerable comes back, he will definitely help Du Ge. Besides, if Lord Demon Venerable comes, I guess we will all go and hang up ourselves. I don't want to die. 】

[Yes, yes, Lord Demon Venerable will come when she says so, who knows where she is now? Perhaps, every time we bullied Du Ge, we were seen by Lord Demon Venerable. He just didn't say it. 】

The rest of the demon cultivators were silent, and they didn't dare to squeak for a long time.

There were more and more demon cultivators onlookers, and they were clustered together.

No one squeaked all the time, and suddenly there was a sound in the crowd.

[What if you lose?] 】

The little demon cultivator is displeased, [The old rule, if you lose, the magic weapon or your cultivation will be good for the person who wins. 】

[Uh.... What if you don't have a magic weapon? 】

[Then there is only cultivation. 】

[If you don't fix it? Then only to die? 】

[Of course.] If there is nothing, then only life is to gamble. The little demon smiled evilly, played with the dice in his hand, pondered for a moment, and said: [Huh? Are there any questions? How do you choose? 】

There was silence again.

[Okay, I'll choose him to hang up.] 】

It was impossible to see where the people were in the crowd, and the little demon cultivator looked around, but he didn't see anyone.

What about the others? 】

So, wave after wave began to choose Du Ge to hang up.

Seeing this, Xiao Mo Xiu was displeased, shook the dice in his hand, and smiled evilly, [It's not fun like this, let's change the way we play. Shake the dice, than the size. Whoever is bigger loses. The loser should add an article to the old rule, and kneel and call grandpa to the winner. Then go and help Du Ge hang the lamp. 】

[Kneeling and calling grandpa.,....]

[To play or not to play? 】

The demon cultivators were silent.

Whoever dares to speak, here, his demon cultivation is the highest, who dares to disagree.

【Play.】 】

Someone squeaked again, and Xiao Moxiu looked at it, and in the crowd, he saw a somewhat unfamiliar face wearing the same robe.

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