Mo Han slowly appeared in the sight of the two, with a consistent cold attitude.

Stygian seems to know the reason why those stars suddenly disappeared, I'm afraid that the night is also made by Mo Han, and it is really the old god who is willful, even if his health is not good, his skills are far higher than them.

"Hades, the unresolved matter of yesterday's black and white impermanence will be handled by you personally." Mo Han looked at the dark eyes with a flat expression.

It was a very ordinary sentence, but Ying Luo felt cold, and the temperature around him seemed to have dropped a lot, so he hurriedly agreed, "Yes, I'll deal with it." Then he turned his head to Mo Yue and said, "Xiao Youyou, this matter is a bit urgent, if it weren't for the Holy Venerable reminding me that I almost forgot, you can do it yourself, I'll go first."

In other words, the fall of the underworld is almost a desert escape.

Mo Yuewan'er looked at Mo Han and said, "He seems to be afraid of you, but you don't look like a flood beast."

Mo Han took a step closer to Mo Yue, looking directly into Mo Yue's eyes, there seemed to be a bit of tenderness in his deep gaze: "What about you, are you not afraid of me?"

"What are you afraid of, although your rank is the highest in the Six Realms, but now you, I'm afraid you can't beat me." Mo Yue's eyes did not dodge in the slightest, but returned with ridicule, the words were not good, but they carried a sense of care.

Mo Hanjun raised his eyebrows, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he seemed to be smiling: "You can see through it." His little Yue'er still looks so weird in front of him.

"That's natural, how can I say that I'm also the third old god, I can't see through this bit of things, how can I mix it." Mo Yue slightly took Aoqiao, her graceful jaw was slightly raised because she raised her head to talk to Mo Han, and her neck was slender and white.

Mo Han smiled silently, walked a few steps in the direction of Moyue's dormitory, stopped and said, "If you don't keep up, don't you want to save that wolf cub?"

"Okay." Mo Yue walked a few quick steps to keep up with Mo Han, and asked in a low voice behind her, "Can your body do it?" How many days do you want to delay?"

Can you bear it if a man is not in good health? Mo Han stopped suddenly, Mo Yue gloriously didn't stop walking, her nose hit Mo Han's back, her nose was sore, and tears almost fell.

"Ouch." Mo Yue snorted lightly, covered her nose, and looked thin on her back, giving people the illusion that she was weak and couldn't help it, but the flesh was solid, as if she had hit a wall.

Mo Han almost instinctively turned around and let go of Mo Yue's own hand, the slender and white palm was immediately attached to the bridge of Mo Yue's nose, and a wisp of cool and comfortable breath lingered on the tip of Mo Yue's nose, instantly relieving the soreness.

Mo Yue raised her head and saw Mo Han's eyes looking at her nose seriously, her expression was rare and gentle, and her hand movements were extremely gentle, as if she was caring for a rare treasure.

A serious man is the most attractive, and he is a man with the most perfect appearance in heaven and earth, so close at hand, you can even feel the warm breath exhaled by the other party, like a forest after the rain, fresh and pleasant.

Mo Yue felt that her dusty heart was like a drop of dew falling from a calm lake, slowly rippling a trace of ripples, and quickly returned to tranquility.

"What? As he got older, his movements were a lot slower, and he didn't have half the agility of a child, and if he was hit by the Netherworld Holy Spirit who was known to be strong in his ability, he wouldn't laugh off his big teeth. Mo Han's voice was clear and good, with a smile, and he scratched the tip of Mo Yue's small nose.