She walked to a place, and there was a painting on the wall, which depicted a woman, dressed in a white quicksand skirt, with golden lace at the end, and she had a delicate countenance, her chin was gently raised, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of eyes.

Mu Qingluo was stunned, isn't this the original owner?

But this kind of look is something that the original owner never had, what the hell is going on.

"What are you doing?"

A deep and melodious voice sounded behind him.

Mu Qingluo's heart was empty, and he had the feeling of discovering other people's secrets but being caught.

She turned, her hands propped on the table, leaning back, her whole body lazy.

"Master, you're here, and I'm still looking for you."

Feng Mochen glanced at her coldly, and he was not annoyed, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and the tail note rose when he spoke, which was particularly seductive.

"What's the matter with me?"

As he spoke, Feng Mochen picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a glass of water, the tea was still hot, steaming, fragrant, refreshing.

His white and slender hand picked up the teapot, sniffed it first, pursed his mouth, his cheeks bulged, he blew lightly, and took a sip.

The sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down with the swallow, and finally he seemed to be unsatisfied, licking his red lips, and the lip flap immediately became full and wet.

After reading a process, Mu Qingluo only felt that his mouth was dry, and he gently turned his face, but his eyes couldn't stop looking at Feng Mochen's lips.

It's so damn sexy, I want to take a bite.

"I want to go to the Immortal Cultivator's Competition."

Feng Mochen pretended not to see her uncomfortable appearance, thinking of the cute appearance of the fried hair before, his eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly had the idea of teasing her.

"You are a three-legged cat, you don't lose your face as a teacher to participate."

Mu Qingluo looked at Feng Mochen's impeccable face, and secretly gritted his teeth in his heart.

Phew, what about the cold and noble that you said? Liar, it's obviously a big devil who is angry and doesn't pay for his life.

Mu Qingluo rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "How come?" Master, you have great powers, people love you, and your strength is high, if the apprentice loses, everyone will only say that the apprentice is not good at learning. ”

Feng Mochen's eyebrows were frivolous, and he said lightly: "I really want to go?" ”

"Of course."

"Reason."

Mu Qing's eyes are clear, and his eyebrows are crooked when he speaks.

"I've been in Yunmeng Mountain for two years, I've never gone down the mountain, I heard that all immortal cultivators from all over the world will go to participate, and I want to take this opportunity to improve myself."

"For the sake of the teacher's consideration, you can go down first."

Mu Qingluo didn't leave, her eyes rolled bonelessly, and she smiled brightly.

"Why is there my painting here, Master should not ......?"

"It's not."

Feng Mochen denied it quickly, and there was a feeling of "there are no three hundred taels of silver here".

He also realized that his face was as heavy as water, and his eyelids were slightly raised, and he looked at Shang Mu Qingluo's stubborn eyes.

The corners of Mu Qingluo's mouth rose slightly, lazy and lazy, like a child who had succeeded in a prank at the moment, smiling with a sly face.

"Isn't it? Master, I haven't said anything yet, so the apprentice won't bother Master and will retreat first. ”

When he passed in front of Feng Mochen, he could hear a faint tune coming from Mu Qingluo's small mouth, obviously in a good mood.

After Mu Qingluo left, he walked to the front of the painting, looked at the peerless beauty in the painting, and the figure of Mu Qingluo in his mind was completely consistent with the person in the painting.

He shook his head and chuckled, his voice echoing faintly in the study.

He never believed in fate, even though he knew it was true.