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Emperor Moxuan narrowed his eyes, naturally he could see Long Yunzhan's dislike.

He also understood the reason why Long Yunzhan didn't like him.

He didn't care too much, and clapped his palms: "Students, let's have a good rest today, starting tomorrow, I will cooperate with the wandering ghosts to officially train you." ”

After disbanding the students of the school, Di Moxuan walked out of the school.

He wiped away the warm smile at the bottom of his eyes, and looked around the corridor outside the school.

Just as he was about to move his long legs, a figure stood in front of him.

"Is that you?" Qiao Jin stood with his hands on his chest and his back against the wooden door of the school.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Emperor Moxuan.

Although I suspect in my heart, this Master Mozun is very likely to be Emperor Moxuan.

But if it wasn't for his personal admission, Qiao Jin always felt that something was wrong in his heart.

Because of this, he stopped Di Moxuan.

Di Moxuan raised his eyebrows: "Classmate Qiao Jin, what do you think?" ”

Qiao Jin shook his head with a serious expression: "I think it's you." If not, please stay away from Qingluo in the future. ”

"Why?"

Qiao Jin stared at Di Moxuan, his eyes tightened: "Because, she belongs to someone else." ”

"Hah...... Hahaha......"

When Di Moxuan heard this, he couldn't help but laugh.

The handsome face like an evil god, the smile became more and more evil, and it was shocking.

He stretched out his hand and gently patted Qiao Jin's shoulder with his big palm.

Immediately, he passed by Qiao Jin and walked straight to the class committee room.

Qiao Jin stared at his back for a long time, then withdrew his gaze and looked sideways at his shoulder.

Sure enough, it was him.

"What else to see, let's go!" Suddenly, one hand grabbed a strand of Qiao Jin's black hair and pulled it fiercely, "It's time to confirm it, the two of you have a private conversation to talk about, do you still want to go up and join in the fun?" ”

Qiao Jin was in pain, and clasped the slender wrist of the woman behind him with his backhand: "Yan Xiaoyi, just talk, don't move your hands and feet!" ”

"you? Phew! I don't want to vomit yesterday's dinner. Yan Xiaoyi shook off his hand and snorted lightly, "What are you doing here, the head of the class is still waiting for you." ”

With that, he turned around and entered the school.

Qiao Jin's eyes widened, and his face was full of displeasure: "Stop!" You make it clear to me, why did I make you want to throw up? We've been classmates for a few years, and now you're starting to dislike me for being ugly? Feed! Stop! ”

……

Ye Qingluo was sitting on a soft chair, thinking about the purpose of Emperor Mo Xuan's easy appearance to blend into the Shangxuan Academy.

Suddenly, the ears moved sensitively.

I heard the sound of someone pushing open the door of the class committee room.

The familiar breath rushed into the nose.

Ye Qingluo snorted softly and turned his head.

"Xiao Luo'er." Emperor Moxuan stepped over, and when he stood in front of Ye Qingluo, his body fell down as lazily as he could.

Ye Qingluo was just about to get up and avoid it.

The man seemed to know her movements, and quickly grabbed her wrist.

The familiar scent of sandalwood instantly enveloped her.

The man's hot chest was tightly pressed against her delicate body.

The heart of the night cleared and beat inexplicably.

Up and down the body, it seems that because of the man's embrace, the body temperature is gradually rising.

Ye Qingluo's delicate body trembled slightly, and he stretched out his hand to push.

Di Moxuan had already pressed her to the soft chair, his arms tightly wrapped around her delicate body.

The whole person of Ye Qingluo was almost wrapped in him.

"Don't move, let me hug you."

The low and hoarse voice, with a seductive and sultry meaning, penetrated from the eardrums of the night little by little, and penetrated into her heart.

Rich sandalwood scent, mixed with man's scent.

Ye Qingluo's eyelashes trembled, and the luster in her eyes gradually couldn't gather, and she was slightly drunk.

"Xiaoluo'er, I miss you."

A few simple words once again stirred the heart of Ye Qingluo.