Mo Jiu smiled lightly and said, "Could it be that the fairy only needs to be happy for a while?" ”

The dryad seemed to be in deep thought, and was silent for a moment before saying, "No one has ever made such a request, let this immortal think about it." The little boy lives here first, and when it is decided, this immortal will come to you. ”

After saying that, the dryad got up, twisted his waist and left the small space that looked like a bedroom.

Seeing her walk away, Mo Jiu got up and began to check her surroundings.

A faint green light seemed to emanate from above the curtain, but nothing glowed.

The large bed covered with brocade quilt is woven from tree branches, and the bed seems to grow out of the ground, and it is seamlessly connected with the earth.

Mo Jiu was squatting on the ground to observe the bed, and suddenly a dustless voice sounded in his head.

"The ink gentleman drove away the beauty, and he is reluctant to give up on the bed again?" The tone was extremely sneering, and Mo Jiu was a little sour when he heard it.

Mo Jiu looked around, and there was no dustless figure in the area illuminated by the green light.

"What? Sorry to be said? ”

Mo Jiu was a little hated for this technique that could talk directly in people's minds. She could hear what Wuchen was saying, but she couldn't speak.

After all, this is the Dryad's lair, and she will definitely be able to alarm the Dryad as soon as she speaks, not to mention that Wuchen has no spiritual power now, she can't protect herself, how can she protect him.

Mojiu glared hatefully at the darkness. She swore that when she learned this kung fu, she would sing it out loud in Wuchen's mind.

"The love words I said to the dryad just now moved the world, why don't you speak now?"

Forget it, this kind of person is really unreasonable. Mojiu decided to treat him like air, and she couldn't see him anyway.

Mo Jiu walked around the bed and didn't find any breakthrough, so he simply climbed onto the bed, wanting to see where the light came from.

Mo Jiu stretched out his hand to pull open the bed curtain, and reached out to touch the light, but before his hand touched the light, Mo Jiu's waist was hugged, and he fell straight down as soon as he pulled it.

The body fell unexpectedly soft, and it didn't hit the hard touch of the wooden bed. Mo Jiu was stunned for a moment, only to find that he had fallen on Wuchen's body.

The light is a little dim, the dust-free long eyelashes are slightly drooping, and the deep eyes have a bit of temperature, which is a cool and thin eyelight, but it has a bit of swaying charm.

At this moment, Mo Jiu supported his body with one hand, and Wuchen's one hand was around Mo Jiu's waist. Wuchen did not speak, on the dimly lit wooden bed, the posture of the two was indescribably ambiguous.

Mo Jiuxiu frowned slightly, propped up his hands and jumped off the bed with a little force.

Wuchen watched Mo Jiu jump out of bed, and narrowed his eyes lazily, and a thick aura of danger flashed in his eyes.

"Mo Junzi was eager to stick to this bed just now, why is he disgusted?"

What sticks to the bed? She's called scouting the enemy. But for fear of revealing her identity, she didn't dare to speak, so she only glanced at Wuchen with her eyes.

"Since you're going to marry the Dryad, there's nothing to do. Leave! ”

Wuchen got up and patted the dust on his body, and was about to swagger away.

Now Mo has been in a hurry for a long time. Reaching out and grabbing Wuchen's sleeve, he said, "Wait! I was a stopgap measure. ”

Speaking aloud, Mo Jiu was shocked to realize that he had spoken out loud.

Mo Jiu secretly said that it was not good, and he was about to run outside the tree hole with Wuchen.

At this moment, a strong wind rose around him, and with the sound of rustling, branches of various thicknesses poured in from all directions.