Maybe it's because of the relationship that has been promoted two levels all of a sudden, Mo Jiu's skin is fairer and more delicate than before, and it doesn't look like the skin state of a teenager at all.

Emperor Wuchen stretched out his slender fingers, and his fingertips gently swiped across Mo Jiu's face. A strange sensation came from his fingertips, and his gaze suddenly deepened a little.

Although Bai Ze's skin is also good, it is far less delicate than Mo Jiu. Mojiu's skin condition is close to that of a newborn baby, and the skin is so tender that it seems that the fingertips can't feel friction.

Emperor Wuchen suddenly had a question in his heart, is Mo Jiu really a man? But he shook his head with a wry smile. How could he be a woman? If he was a woman, he would have reacted a long time ago, how could he have coexisted peacefully with him for so long?

And when Ye Xiu came to look for Mo Jiu, didn't he already confirm his male identity? Although he doesn't have a good impression of Ye Xiu, he has been an opponent for so many years, and he knows him very well. If Mojiu is a woman dressed as a man, even if he can hide it from everyone, he can't hide it from overnight repair.

Immediately, Emperor Wuchen's eyes froze, and his brows furrowed tightly. What was he thinking? Could it be that he wants Mojiu to be a woman? But what does he want Mo Jiu to do if he is a woman?

Some plausible answers seemed to surface, but he pressed them down in time, and once again found a reasonable reason.

He remembered that the woman who saved him when he was seriously injured was special. He didn't have any rejection of her. It seems that he hopes that Mojiu is the strange woman who saved him, right?

After all, the man had saved his life, and he had never owed anyone his life, and he was only looking for her to repay the favor she owed.

Emperor Wuchen persuaded himself and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, how far-fetched this explanation is, you can know if you think about it carefully. Even if he wanted to repay the kindness of the person who saved his life, it had nothing to do with his hope that Mo Jiu was a woman.

Emperor Wuchen has spent a lot of Yuan Power this time, and it may take a long time to make up for the Yuan Power consumed this time. But seeing that Mo Jiu's life was in danger, he didn't hesitate for a moment.

The reason for this was that he attributed it to his own judgment error, which almost killed the little apprentice.

Emperor Wuchen knew that there were snake beasts here, but he didn't expect that not long ago, an ancient beast would defeat a snake beast and occupy this place.

The level of the Ancient Beast is much higher than that of the Snake Beast, and with Mo Jiugang's level of cultivation, he is not the opponent of the Ancient Beast at all. If he hadn't been able to sense the danger through the bracelet on Mo Jiu's body, he might have lost this little apprentice this time.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand with palpitations and gave Mo Jiu a haircut. Seeing the blood stains on his body, he frowned slightly, and with a wave of his sleeves, the robe on his body returned to its original moon-white color.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, bright and gentle, the soft moonlight sets off the night a calm and peaceful, and the light of the moon is sprinkled on the bed that does not belong here and the boy lying on the bed.

On the bed was a sleeping teenager, his long black eyelashes curled up, casting shadows under his eyes. The corners of the peach blossom eyes are slightly curved when the eyes are closed, and the corners of the pale pink lips merge into a beautiful style.

Emperor Wuchen's gaze stayed on Mo Jiu's lips and paused. Moku's lips are beautiful, full and a seductive pale pink.

Emperor Wuchen suddenly had the urge to taste his lips. But as soon as this idea popped up in his mind, he was captured by Di Wuchen. There seemed to be a flash of lightning in his head, and on such a soft moonlit night, he finally faced his heart......