After the painting of the Valley of Flowers was completed, Mo Bai began to work on the portrait of the god of flowers, and the action had already been picked, and it could be completed in half a day without anyone disturbing at his speed, after all, painting the god of flowers did not need to use hundreds of paints.

"Childe, I want a portrait too."

Seeing the image of the flower god leaping on the paper, the chrysanthemum fairy's heart rippled.

Mo Bai gave her a charm, with which she could not only teleport to the small building at any time, but also conceal her body and smell, erasing her sense of existence.

Except for when the god of flowers came, she would flee back to the Chrysanthemum Palace to hide for a while, and she was by Mo Bai's side at other times, always ready to make tea for Mo Bai Chrysanthemum.

Today is the sixth day of Mo Bai's stay in the Valley of Flowers.

The Chrysanthemum Fairy knew that Mo Bai would only stay in the Valley of Hundred Flowers for seven days, and after seven days, he would leave for the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Mo Bai's purpose of going to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the Chrysanthemum Fairy also knows, and she even knows more than the Flower God.

There are only two days left, and the chrysanthemum fairy cherishes every minute and every second of getting along with Mo Bai more and more.

Mo Bai looked at the chrysanthemum fairy, she was still wearing so cool, "You want it too?" ”

The chrysanthemum fairy's voice was soft: "If you don't have time, you can not paint." ”

"There's still time," Mo Bai smiled lightly: "How do you want to draw?" ”

"Hmmm......"

The chrysanthemum fairy put her index finger to her lips, thinking seriously, and after a long time, she stood up with a charming smile on her face: "Childe, let's go to the bedroom to paint." ”

"Okay."

In the bedroom, the chrysanthemum fairy knelt on the bed and made a movement.

“……”

"Childe?"

"Are you sure about this?"

"Isn't it good? Childe doesn't like it? ”

Mo Bai shook his head: "The painting is reserved for you, not for me." ”

"That's right......"

The chrysanthemum fairy sat on the bed and nodded convincingly, thought for a while, and said, "Then paint me when I am the most beautiful." She blinked her eyes, looked at Mo Bai, and asked, "When does Childe think I am the most beautiful?" ”

"When it's at its best?" A hint of lust flashed in Mo Bai's eyes, he put down his paintbrush, stood up and walked in front of the chrysanthemum fairy, if you want to say when the chrysanthemum fairy is the most beautiful, of course it is when the beauty dies.

……

It wasn't until the end of dusk that Mo Bai finished the painting, looking at the beautiful chrysanthemum fairy on the painting, Mo Bai was very satisfied, this painting played much better than the painting of the flower god.

Probably, it's because of the extra effort.

The chrysanthemum fairy's cheeks were pink, full of glory, and there was a layer of fragrance on her white and red skin, and she pulled it on Mo Bai's body, tightly wrapping it.

"Childe, you're so amazing." She liked this painting very much, because it was not only herself, but also ink.

"It would be nice to be able to write a poem."

The chrysanthemum fairy looked at the picture scroll and muttered to herself, shyly smiling: "But this painting can probably only be inscribed with silver poems." ”

It's not early, and the god of flowers hasn't been here this afternoon, and I don't know when I'll come.

"Brother Mo~"

Speak of the devil.

The chrysanthemum fairy got up suddenly, didn't even have time to put on her clothes, and disappeared with a "whoosh".

Mo Bai glanced at the painting in his hand, put it away, he waved his hand, and the messy bed became clean and tidy in an instant, and the air filled with inexplicable smell returned to pure and elegant.

The god of flowers climbed the small building, and did not find the white figure in the living room and the observation deck, and his eyes suddenly fell on the bedroom, and his eyes were burning.

"Brother Mo, are you there?"

Huashen lightly touched the bedroom door, knocked on the door, and whispered, "I'm coming in~"

"Squeak-" The door opened.

Mo Bai stared at the flower god expressionlessly.

"Oops~" The god of flowers was embarrassed for a moment, and shyly hammered down Mo Bai's chest, "So Brother Mo are you?" ”

Mo Bai avoided the god of flowers and walked towards the lookout, where he sat and overlooked the night view of the Valley of Flowers.

Walking through the sky corridor, Mo Bai looked back.

"Brother Mo?" The god of flowers followed behind Mo Bai, and when he saw him, he suddenly stopped and looked back, and turned back together.

The soft moonlight and the light in the small building merge into a dim world, faint and hazy, depicting the outline of the corridor.

The corridor is covered with vines with flowers, covering the corridor like a huge colorful umbrella in the sky, and the bright moonlight casts many "stars" on the corridor through the gaps in the night.

Huashen patted his chest and looked proud: "Brother Mo, I designed it well, right?" ”

"Hmm," Mo Bai nodded.

The sky was dark blue, and the starlight had just appeared, except for a star shining as white as a diamond in the southwestern sky.

Sitting cross-legged at the lookout, Mo Bai looked dazzled and asked, "Coming so late?" ”

"Too busy at work."

The flower god sat next to Mo Bai, his face tired, and he complained faintly: "The budget of this Hundred Flowers Conference has been overspent again. She stressed: "Serious overspending! He sighed, and his tone was tired: "Some of the flower fairies below spend a lot of money, and they have been dealing with this matter all day today......"

Skimming his eyes, the god of flowers felt a little lonely in his heart, this year's Hundred Flowers Conference is more gorgeous than the previous ones.

She really wanted to stay with Mobai to participate in it.

But Mobai's time did not allow him to stay.

Mo Bai was puzzled: "Isn't Baihua Valley very rich?" ”

Regarding the wealth of the Valley of Hundred Flowers, you can get a glimpse of it from the dormitory that can't be counted with a pair of hands and a pair of feet.

From the construction to the landing of any dormitory in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, it is enough to empty the treasury of the Qianguo.

This is what the god of flowers told him personally when he showed off his dormitory to Mo Bai.

And in a dormitory like this, every flower fairy in the Valley of Hundred Flowers has one.

Just like mentioning the strongest immortal sect in the cultivation realm, people will naturally think of Kunlun Ruins, and the wealth of the Hundred Flowers Valley is also deeply engraved in the deep impression of every monk in the cultivation realm.

"No matter how rich you are, you can't stand the unrestrained and extravagant flowers of the group of flower fairies below."

The flower god sighed, her tone like that of a housewife in a worldly family who was worried about her financial expenses.

"One by one, they all want to save a dowry for themselves that they can't spend for a lifetime, and they don't know how to make money from their parents."

Mo Bai was puzzled: "Why are they doing this?" ”

"Because after getting married, you can't make money from your mother's family anymore," Huashen rolled his eyes weakly, "so before you meet someone you like, you should save enough dowry for yourself, and they are used to being pampered on weekdays, and they don't know how much is enough, so they just keep saving." ”

"Every time they report some messy, expensive and impractical things, the fixed assets are kept in their own hands, and the dowry has been saved up like this, and in the end, even they don't know how much they have saved."

There was once a flower fairy who fell in love with a down-and-out monk at a certain Hundred Flowers Conference, and the down-and-out monk's ideal in life was to open a mountain and establish a sect.

After the flower fairy married him, he gave full support, and within a few decades, that down-and-out monk really succeeded in opening a mountain and establishing a sect, and the strength of the sect was firmly in the middle and lower reaches of the cultivation realm.

And that sect developed from scratch and became a small and medium-sized sect, during which all the expenses were paid by the flower fairy, and the dowry she had accumulated over the years was used, which can also be said to be private money.

This matter is still quite a beautiful talk in the cultivation world.

The flower god never thought it was a beautiful talk, on the contrary, she was angry and itchy after knowing about it, and it was also after this incident that she found that the flower fairies under her hands were all rich.

Mo Bai thought about it.

Now that the chrysanthemum fairy is already his flower, I don't know how the chrysanthemum fairy fishes...... How much dowry was saved.

Although Mobai doesn't need money, there is no saying: "You don't need money, but you can't do without it." ”

And Mo Ying's favorite thing is money, although she has more than enough food and clothing now, but money is not too much.

The flower god seemed to have opened the conversation, gushing bitter water to Mo Bai, pouring out how laborious his work was, and how annoying the flower fairy below was.

Mo Bai listened quietly, and responded from time to time to show that he was listening carefully.

"Hah, sometimes I really want to blast them all out and sleep by myself."

Hanajin sighed and rubbed his eyebrows: "But if you think about it, they were all born under my influence, and they are all my children in a sense, I can't leave them alone, I have to protect them and provide them with a safe haven when they are still weak." ”

"When you're weak...... "Flower God muttered to herself, she suddenly hammered her white thighs, looking angry, "But they can't always rely on me to gnaw on the old!" ”

Mo Bai was taken aback by this hammer, and stared at the flower god with a cold look, can't you hammer yourself?

Huashen's face was embarrassed for a moment, and he snorted and apologized: "Brother Mo, I didn't mean to. ”

Mo Bai's face was expressionless, Hua Shen's eyes were dodgy, his hands were placed in front of him, his index finger was poked at each other, and he squeaked: "Do you want to or Brother Mo will beat me too?" ”

Peeking at Mo Bai from the corner of his eye, Hua Shen's face gradually glowed red: "I'll give Brother Mo a hammer, Brother Mo give me a stick...... Let's, let's even. ”

"......" Mo Bai looked dazzled, and suddenly asked a question: "How many times?" ”

"What?" The god of flowers was confused and didn't understand what ink white meant.

"Twenty-three." Mo Bai asked and answered himself.

"What twenty-three?" The god of flowers was puzzled.

"It's nothing," Mo Bai shook his head and glanced at the sky.

"It's not early," he said, standing up, "anything else to say?" ”

"Huh...... Is Brother Mo going to rest? ”

Mo Bai didn't answer the question of the god of flowers, and instead asked, "Can the white jade diagram be done the day after tomorrow?" ”

Huashen nodded "um", in fact, it will be fine tomorrow evening, but thinking that she can stay for one more night, she will have one more chance, so she chose to hide it.

"The painting you want, it's already done." Mo Bai took out a picture scroll and handed it to the god of flowers.

"Brother Mo has worked hard."

The flower god took the scroll in surprise, unfolded it, her eyes flashed with scorching brilliance, she smiled and was very satisfied: "Brother Mo painted me so beautifully." ”

"You're beautiful."

The flower god looked up in surprise and blinked.

Clever smile, beautiful eyes.

"Brother Mo, what did you say?"

Mo Bai turned and left.

"Huh? Brother Mo, don't go! ”

The flower god hurriedly got up, chased after Mo Bai, and kept shouting: "Brother Mo, what you just said, I didn't hear clearly!" ”

"Brother Mo, say it again~"

"Good brother, just once!"

"Brother ~ Good Brother ~"

……

Driving away the annoying "sparrow", Mo Bai sat alone in the bed, looked at the jade pot on the table, and got a cup of flower brew for himself.

The god of flowers left him a jade pot before leaving, and although Mo Bai already knew what it was, he didn't think it was something he couldn't drink.

On the contrary, he began to look forward to how the god of flowers would explain to him in the future...... It should be interesting.

When he sat quietly in the room for a cup of tea, a faint fragrance appeared, Mo Bai stretched out his hand and grabbed the air void in front of him, and a loud sound sounded, and the chrysanthemum fairy was caught out and poured into his arms.

"I was caught by Childe." The chrysanthemum fairy leaned on the ink white arms, raised her head and stuck out her tongue playfully, a trace of sorrow flashed in her autumn-like bright eyes, and her tone was slightly low: "I thought that Childe didn't need me tonight, and spent it with the flower god Niangniang." ”

Mo Bai looked at her, "Not happy? ”

The Chrysanthemum Fairy nodded: "There is a little bit, and it is very uncomfortable to think that I can't monopolize the child." ”

"Is that fun?" Mo Bai picked her up and threw her on the bed, tore open her dress, and with the soft snort of the chrysanthemum fairy, the wooden bed began to emit an overwhelming "creak" sound.

The white moon climbed up to the sky, the flowers swayed constantly, and unconsciously, half an hour passed, and the movement in the bedroom disappeared and returned to calm.

The chrysanthemum fairy lay on the pillow, her arms resting on her chin, her eyes squinting, and her face was as red as drunk.

Mo Bai lay on her back, kissing her neck, fragrant shoulders, and the jade back as delicate as satin.

The two fit tightly together, and the chrysanthemum fairy's fat buttocks were red.

At the end of the intermission, Mo Bai flipped off the back of the chrysanthemum fairy and reached out to pull out the soft pillow from between her legs.

The soft pillow is soaked and can squeeze out the water.

The chrysanthemum fairy turned over and lay on her back on the bed, and Mo Bai steamed the soft pillow and put it under her waist.

"Why doesn't Childe want the flower god Niangniang?" The Chrysanthemum Fairy asked weakly, she could personally feel Mo Bai's strong desire for the flower god.

Mo Bai was already violent, and every time the god of flowers came to visit and left, the offensive was three percent faster, and the strength was three percent stronger, and the flood beasts were no better than him.

Obviously, the flower god has already been sent to her mouth, but she can't keep her mouth down, and she keeps grabbing me and bullying me...... The chrysanthemum fairy complained in her heart.

"The time has not yet come." The ink white god is mysterious.

The chrysanthemum fairy suddenly startled, her eyebrows and eyes were shocked, and her red lips trembled slightly: "Childe really wants the god of flowers!?" ”

Her eyes were filled with tears, and her pink fist slammed into her white chest, crying and complaining: "Son, bad guy...... Obviously, there is already Xiaoju...... Why...... Is Xiaoju not good enough? ”

Mo Bai didn't speak, let a woman who loves herself accept the fact that her lover is amorous, it's useless to just say it with her mouth, she has to use practical actions to make her willing.

Although polygamy and polyandry are common in the cultivation world, people still yearn for the single-minded love of mandarin ducks and ducks in pairs and flying like wings.

The chrysanthemum fairy complained, and her weak appearance was not like resistance, but more like flirting.

Mo Bai hugged her violently, the chrysanthemum fairy only felt that her body was instantly restrained into a powerful embrace, the unfinished words were drowned in the kiss full of affection, the slightly cold tongue slipped into her mouth, greedily grabbed the breath that belonged to her, and explored every corner vigorously, this moment of throbbing made her forget everything around her.

The world is quiet.

After a few seconds, the "squeak" sound sounded again.

Faster, louder.

……

The night is sultry, in the Flower God Palace, the Flower God lies on the bed and can't sleep, she holds the picture scroll high, and her eyebrows and eyes are smiling.

"Hehe, I'm so beautiful~"