What are you guys doing!"

The familiar roar exploded in his ears, Mo Zishu's eyes widened, and he subconsciously let go of his hand and took a few steps back, only to see a monk with his hair disheveled and his chest and back striding over.

A robe was draped casually over the body, and a thin band was loosely performing its duties; There were no shoes on his feet, but when he walked, he could clearly hear the sound of his shoes rubbing against the ground.

The man looks masculine and handsome, even if he is angry, he does not distort his tough facial features, but is more imposing.

Qing Huan's right hand gently brushed his chin with a small red mark, carefully rubbing the temperature remaining on it as if he had been slapped, and barely ran out of the unopened beauty trap in the beauty township.

Mo Zishu had an unpleasant strange feeling of being caught and raped, her expression was cold, her eyes narrowed, and she said almost reprimandingly: "Who is Your Excellency?" ”

She hasn't had enough of it.

Qing Huan's whole person looked terrifying, and the black and white phoenix eyes gradually climbed with blood of different thicknesses and unevenness, and there was no emotion in the hollow eyes, as if lingering darkness had descended on the barren snowfield.

Soon, the corners of his eyes were pressed, and a lot of black shadows that didn't have half of the brilliance leaked from Qinghuan's thick eyelashes.

"Why, the little prince looks down on my Yun family girl?"

Mo Yue suddenly spoke, pinched the chin of the little prince who was in an inexplicable state, and leaned closer to whisper.

The girl's hot air mixed with body fragrance suddenly attacked the cold earlobe, Qing Huan was suddenly at a loss, the hollowness melted, and he looked at the Yun family lady with a low brow.

It's like a roaring demon entangled in the rules and regulations, and it's like a barren snowfield suddenly growing tender flower bones.

The little prince was stiffly pulled and bent over, his eyes were motionless, without the slightest ruthlessness and aura.

Cautiously, for fear of hurting her treasure for a while, she is so soft now, if she cries as squeamishly as before, then what should he do?

How dare Yun Ling dare to directly go against the grain when the little prince is sick?

The last monk who attacked like this and stupidly wanted to suppress the unstoppable sharpness of the little prince was brutally shot off all the bones in his body.

That monk was not an ordinary person, he was a famous young talent of the Blazing Dragon Dynasty, known as the next generation of Red Dragons.

But it's not that there is no power to fight back, like a kite that has lost its string and falls backwards.

Seeing this, Yun Yu and everyone gasped, but the spirit beast that was stuffed in her arms patted her arm with her flesh, and the cat's face looked clear.

In the early years, I was scared like this.

Little Miss, you have to get used to it.

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This spirit beast seems to be very knowledgeable.

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Estimating that Qing Huan didn't know one of the fragments of her world's divine soul, this hesitant mentality could just offset her anger that she had been used as her substitute in the past.

"Canghai Sect Keqing, Mo Yelin." Mo Yelin was angry and laughed back, eager to slash the pair of dog men and women in front of him with one palm, in order to vent the hatred in his heart.

is a good Qinghuan, and he actually saw his little lover under his nose.

When he was dead!

Qing Huan frowned, took out the long sword at his waist and placed it in front of the second lady of the Yun family, and the Canghai Sect Keqing, and took a few steps forward, still with a cold attitude towards Shang Mo Jue's anger, but his tone was not as tough as before: "Big brother, don't be angry." ”