Chapter 487 is planted in your hands
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Di Moxuan's fingers were slender and white.
Xu is the reason for his perennial cultivation, and his fingertips are slightly calloused.
When it rubbed on the pink lips of the night, it actually brought a burst of electricity.
Ye Qingluo only felt that a fire seemed to be burning on his lips.
His obsidian-like, pure and deep peach blossom eyes rippled in circles.
Ye Qingluo didn't look too much, trying to avoid Di Moxuan's fingers.
But he increased his strength, and rubbed his fingertips against her lips.
The fingertips were still hooked on her lips.
"I ......" Ye Qingluo's throat tightened, and as soon as he opened his mouth, his fingers swept over her teeth.
This move made Ye Qingluo's cheeks red.
She was so annoyed that she simply opened her mouth, bit the man's finger, and glared at him with disgust.
Biting the man's hand, she spit out a little unclear: "Don't make trouble!" ”
Di Moxuan's face was full of smiles that couldn't be hidden.
Nasi's tiredness between her eyebrows and eyes also spread into a smile.
He lowered his head and got close to the night.
His smile was full of evil.
His voice was full of bewilderment: "What does Xiao Luo'er want to say?" ”
The warm breath sprayed all over her neck.
Ye Qingluo couldn't resist such a flirtation, and his hands struggled to push the man's chest: "It's not that I don't rely on you, but ...... While relying on you, I want to improve, I want to be stronger, I want to ...... Become your dependency. ”
A soft sigh sounded overhead.
Emperor Moxuan reluctantly let go of Ye Qingluo, with a helpless look on his face: "I know...... I'll be convinced by you after all. ”
A white cloth fell into the hands of Ye Qingluo.
Ye Qingluo was puzzled, opened the white cloth, and after seeing the graphics on the white cloth, the whole person ...... Completely confused.
"This ...... This is ......" Ye Qingluo's breathing was suddenly short, his five fingers clenched the white cloth, and he raised his eyes to stare at Emperor Moxuan, "This is the map of the Death Castle?" ”
This is a one-sided map.
All the layouts of a place are drawn in detail.
Even the organs and formations in each place are clearly marked.
"In my life, I can be regarded as planted in your hands." Emperor Moxuan reluctantly circled the night Qingluo into his arms, and his rippling peach blossom eyes seemed to carry thousands of spring water.
His voice, although full of helplessness, may be heard, and there is a strong pampering under the helplessness.
This kind of pampering can only be enjoyed exclusively by the night in the world......
The heart of the night clear fell as if it was choked by something.
She stared at the map in her hand.
A thin white cloth, held in her hand, Ye Qingluo felt like a thousand catties, and she was so heavy that she even had some difficulty breathing.
He left angrily after stopping her from taking the task.
Not really angry, unwilling to pay attention to her.
But......
Drew all the maps of the Death Castle for her.
Alleviate her chances of injury.
Obviously, she was worried in her heart and didn't want her to go to the Death Castle to do this task.
But in order to make her happy, in order for her to be able to buy the task, this heart was settled.
He compromised anyway.
Such a man...... How can you not be tempted, how can you not be distracted?
He was always like this, his casual words, his actions for him, always teased her heart and made her unable to think about other things.
"Ah Xuan, thank you......"
A thousand words, and only this one sentence can express the feeling in her heart.
Ye Qingluo wrapped his hands around the neck of God Mo Xuan, and took the initiative to offer his pink lips.
She closed her eyes, and a drop of crystal sparkle slipped down the corner of her eye.
In this life, it is her luck to be so cherished by Emperor Moxuan.