["Little Taoist, look, that sugar man. Chang Mo'an naturally grabbed Daokong's hand and pointed at the old man who was a sugar man on the street.

"I see it."

"Little Taoist, look, that sugar gourd, I love to eat sugar gourd. Would you like to buy me one? Chang Mo'an shook his empty hand, spoiled, and muttered, which was very cute.

Daokong was in a trance for a while, and couldn't help but reach out and want to touch the hand of the girl in front of him, those eyes contained too many emotions.

But when the hands were about to touch her head, they froze in the air.

Daokong suddenly woke up, put down his hand suddenly, put the back of his hand behind his back, felt that it was very inappropriate, and put his hand on the side of his thigh.

Chang Mo'an may have noticed something, and turned his head to look at Daokong suspiciously, but saw that Daokong was just smiling at her.

"Little Taoist, what's wrong with you?" Chang Mo'an approached Daokong's side and sniffed, "Strange, little Taoist, the smell on your body is so good." What does it smell like? ”

"Chang Mo'an, men and women don't kiss, pay attention." I don't know why, Daokong was in front of Chang Mo'an, but he didn't have the demeanor of a monk, and the words he said lost those courtesies. But he felt that all this was extremely reasonable.

Seeing that Chang Mo'an was still close to him, Daokong couldn't help but shake his head, stretched out his hand and gently put it on Chang Mo'an's forehead, and then gently pushed it.

"Oops." Chang Mo'an slapped Daokong's hand away and glared at Daokong, "What are you doing, really." You smell good, the best I've ever smelled. ”

"Nonsense, we cultivators don't have a peculiar smell on our bodies, how can there be a fragrance." Daokong shook his head, "Chang Mo'an, you are getting bolder and bolder, and you dare to say anything." ”

"Hey, I know you're not going to be angry." Chang Mo'an suddenly hugged Daokong's waist, ignoring Daokong's sluggishness, his little head rubbed in Daokong's arms, with a happy face.

"Chang Mo'an, let go." Daokong was taken aback by this sudden hug and wanted to quickly push Chang Mo'an away, but Chang Mo'an hugged him so tightly that he couldn't push it away at all.

The unique fragrance of a woman came to his face, and the softness of a woman made his heart a little upset.

"Daokong, for you, I will never let go." Chang Mo'an muttered in a voice that he could only hear.

"Okay, you're going to corrupt the atmosphere." Daokong couldn't take Chang Mo'an, and he was afraid that he would hurt Chang Mo'an, so it can be seen that Chang Mo'an didn't let go for a long time, so he could only break free.

"Little Taoist, you don't understand the amorous feelings." Chang Mo'an pretended that nothing had happened, muttered, glanced at Daokong, and looked unhappy.

"I'm a cultivator, how can I understand the amorous feelings, Chang Mo'an, you're laughing." Daokong was very helpless, he really didn't know what to say about Chang Mo'an's childish temperament.

"Daokong, fool." Chang Mo'an suddenly restrained all the emotions on his face, and looked at Daokong's gaze for a moment of solemnity. Spit out a word that makes Daokong unclear.

But after saying this, a smile appeared on Chang Mo'an's face again, as if the sentence just now had not been said by her.

"Daokong, I'm hungry, let's go have lunch." Chang Mo'an smiled and pulled Daokong to a nearby noodle restaurant, and when he sat down, he called Xiao Erduan to come up with two bowls of somen noodles.

"Little Taoist, eat quickly, aren't you a cultivator? Doesn't the noodles agree with you? ”