"You're trapped?"

Feng Mochen's eyes flashed slightly, and his thin lips pursed slightly, "No." ”

After the words came out, the strings in Lu Feng's heart kept tight, for fear that Feng Mochen would say yes.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile was the same again, "You have never believed in fate, if you don't like her, you can't tie her all the time." ”

"You like her."

Feng Mochen said a declarative sentence.

Lu Feng's eyes were open, a touch of red appeared on Qingjun's cheeks, and he said shyly: "I think she's quite cute." ”

"Eh, let me tell you, if you don't like me, you'll be on it, I'll come back tomorrow."

-

Somewhere in the wind room, there was a kind of heat.

His fair and handsome cheeks turned slightly red under the influence of the heat, and his sturdy and good figure was submerged in the water, looming, and the room was beautiful.

Lu Feng's words kept echoing in his mind.

He closed his eyes irritably, and his heart could not be calmed.

I'll come tomorrow, I'll come back tomorrow......

In his heart, he didn't want the road wind to come.

- Master, I want to participate in the Immortal Cultivator Competition.

Feng Mochen's eyes lit up, and he had a plan.

-

When Feng Mochen came to Mu Qingluo's room, Mu Qingluo was bathing.

Mu Qingluo took a bath comfortably, her fair skin was tinged with abnormal pink, the room was hot, and her eyes were moist.

'System, how much better have you felt these days? ’

[One percent.] 】

Mu Qingluo: "......"

It's only one percent in three days?

The door of the room was suddenly opened, Mu Qingluo's face was cold, his eyebrows were cold, and he picked up the clothes on the side and draped them on his body.

As soon as Feng Mochen entered the door, he saw a bloody scene.

Mu Qing's hair was slightly wet, and the three thousand green silks were scattered casually, and the flush on his face had not faded.

A garment was half-hidden, his collarbones exposed to the air, and his eyes were tingled by the whiteness of his skin.

Because she was in a hurry to dress, her body was not dry, and her clothes were glued to her body to line her beautiful figure.

There was an ambiguous smell in the air, and the temperature in the room seemed to be higher than before.

Feng Mochen glanced away, clenched his fist and put it to his mouth and coughed lightly.

"Put your clothes on first."

His voice was slightly hoarse.

Mu Qingluo put on his clothes, tied a ribbon around his waist, and slowly walked towards Feng Mochen.

"What is Master doing here?"

"I've thought about it for the teacher, let's get ready to go."

Mu Qingluo was very surprised, he thought he would be grinding for a few days, "Now? ”

"Well, we have to go today."

Feng Mochen didn't wait for her to speak, and left the next sentence, "I'm waiting for you outside for the teacher."

Mu Qingluo cleaned up quickly, and didn't bring anything else except clothes.

"Let's go."

She looked up and said to Feng Mochen.

"If you're not good at flying, don't use it, I'll take you."

Mu Qingluo raised his eyebrows lightly, and Feng Mochen unconsciously changed the title of teacher.

"No, I can do it myself, Master won't be worried about me, right?"

Feng Mochen's expression was abnormal for a moment, even if it was only for a moment, Mu Qingluo still caught it.

"Do you think it's possible? I'm afraid that you will die halfway before you reach the Bright Moon Sect. ”

Tsk –

Dead ducks have hard beaks.

-

The weather is very good, with a hint of sweetness, the sun falls on the sea level, the sea is sparkling, dyeing half of the sky red, the moon has quietly risen, such a perspective, Mu Qingluo is the first time to see it.

"Master, it's getting dark, let's find a place to stay."