"Let it go!"

This tail is fluffy and feels very good, how could Bohiscus let go so easily, not only did not listen to him, but also kneaded this tail and combed his tiger hair by the way.

Seeing Bodhisattva treating himself like this, he felt that his dignity as a demon king was lost in an instant, and his face was flushed with a layer of pink, and he muttered with a gloomy face, which sounded a little coquettish: "Hurry up and let go." ”

Regardless of whether he was really coquettish or not, Bo Jian was extremely satisfied with this tone, let go of his hand to fold the four corners of the quilt for him, closed his eyes and said, "Rest, going to bed early is good for healing." ”

The room was quiet for a moment, and Mo Buyan thought of Mo Ye and Mo Wu, and couldn't help but ask, "Did Mo Ye ask you to go to the demon world to help me?" ”

"Hmm."

The answer was simple and clear, and Mo Buyan asked, "What about them?" ”

Only then did Bodhisattva open his eyes, knowing that he was not sleepy at all: "In the side hall, bring them to see you tomorrow." After a pause, he continued: "Can't you sleep after changing beds?" ”

There was obviously a tone of speaking to a child, and Mo Buyan also heard the meaning, a little unhappy, Bo Hibiscus always teased him from time to time, which really made people angry: "How big a demon am I." ”

Bo Hibiscus stretched out a hand and inserted a slender jade hand into his hair, his eyes were full of tenderness, and his tone was soft: "Does the wound on the chest still hurt?" ”

Mo Buyan replied truthfully: "It doesn't hurt much." ”

I don't understand why he suddenly spoke in such a soft tone, could it be that he felt that he had hurt himself and didn't go to his conscience to find out?

The hand slid down his hair all the way to his waist, stroked him a few times, hugged him, pulled him into his arms, leaned his nose forward, and a fragrance spread throughout his nasal cavity.

Mo Buyan only felt an itch on his neck, and the hot breath exhaled by Bo Hibiscus sprinkled on his shoulder, so he struggled and said, "Don't lean over!" ”

As he spoke, he went to catch the hand that was imprisoned in his waist, and the range of movement was slightly larger, and he pulled the wound, and he gasped in pain, and he didn't dare to move wantonly.

If it was a normal day, Mo Buyan would have broken free a long time ago and fled, and now he can't move, and he is weak, such a great opportunity Bohibiscus will never let go.

I remembered the first time I saw Mo Buyan, this little tiger was still young, so small that he couldn't walk steadily, his limbs and tiger claws staggered and staggered when he walked, and the blue film in his eyes had not faded, but the evil spirit revealed from his body really couldn't be underestimated. It was the first time he had seen such a special being, so he had the idea of being favored by him, and gave him a ball of yarn when he left. The second time I saw him, he could already transform into a human form, such a small person, his face was full of childishness, but his eyes were full of fierce indifference from time to time, and his eyes were already bloodthirsty and fierce, this time before leaving, he bought a sugar gourd and gave it to him, although Mo Buzhi refused on the surface, but in the end he took the rock sugar gourd with an indifferent face.

The idea of accepting him as a spirit pet is becoming more and more intense, and the Bodhisattva is very similar to the most powerful founder in the legend, the Northern Netherworld, both of whom like to subdue all the spirit beasts or demons in the world that are difficult to domesticate and have strong spiritual power.

The Northern Netherworld likes to seal them in books, while the Bodhisattva likes to take them in and domesticate them as mounts. He once subdued and domesticated the hard-to-find, arrogant one-horned fire spirit horse, and after encountering Mo Buzhi, he still had the idea of receiving a spirit pet for the first time.