Mo Yechen reached out and pulled the hair on her cheeks behind her ears, and when she heard Yun Lingxi's whispering, her movements paused slightly, and her eyes were smeared with a complicated look.

He narrowed his eyes, landed a light kiss on her smooth forehead, and his voice was hoarse and tender and doting: "Okay, we don't use magic, we use poison." ”

Yun Lingxi stretched out his hand to hug his thin waist, and the corners of his mouth outlined a warm smile: "The spell is very strong, and it has saved me many times, but every time I use it, the feeling of weakness from the depths of my soul makes me very uncomfortable." ”

"The higher the level of the spell, the stronger this feeling of weakness."

"It's not a physical weakness, it's a weakness that emerges from the soul, and after the spell is used, you need to recuperate for a period of time before you can continue to use it, the higher the level, the stronger the power, and the longer it takes to cultivate."

"I hate this feeling of weakness." This makes me particularly insecure.

In her previous life, after using magic as a last resort, she would find a secret place and recuperate alone.

Mo Yechen listened to the woman's whisper, and her obsidian-like phoenix eyes were full of pity.

At this moment, he especially hopes that he can have the healthy body and strong martial arts in his previous life.

That way, he would be able to fight alongside her.

Holding the woman in her arms tightly, Mo Yechen closed her eyes slightly, covering the complicated look in her eyes.

It seems that the forbidden clan is strong and strong, but the weakness is also more obvious.

As far as he knew in his previous life, the direct blood relatives of the forbidden clan were extremely rare.

There are very few people who are proficient in magic.

Sure enough, Heaven is fair, giving a race excellent innate abilities, but also many restrictions.

After two days of recuperation in the City Lord's Mansion, everyone's injuries had recovered.

The breeze is warm and the sun is shining.

Under the warmth, it is even more exhausting.

Yun Lingxi hugged Mo Yechen and sat in the pavilion.

Her chin rested on Mo Yechen's shoulder, she squinted lazily with beautiful eyes, and there was still a hint of tiredness between her eyebrows.

Yinxue walked to the pavilion with the medicine and looked at the young boys and girls leaning together, as beautiful as a clear ink painting.

In his eyes, he unconsciously smiled.

Yun Lingxi lifted his eyelids, pursed his lips, buried his head in Mo Yechen's neck, and said sullenly: "Yinxue, you didn't see me." ”

In the past two days, she was poured three bowls of medicine by Yinxue a day, and she felt that she was about to become an herb.

She especially likes the faint medicinal fragrance on her beauty.

But the decoction, she is particularly annoying.

The bitter smell of medicine could make her die on the spot.

Mo Yechen had a smile in his eyes, hugged the girl who was leaning on him with his backhand, and smiled at Yin Xue: "Let's stop drinking today." ”

Yun Lingxi bit his earlobe dissatisfied.

She didn't even want to drink it today.

Mo Yechen's body stiffened, and a tingling sensation started from his earlobe and spread to his whole body, making his skin tremble.

However, the initiator reached out to wrap his arms around his waist, and his eyes were smeared with a wicked smile, gently licking his earlobe.

Mo Yechen pursed her lips tightly, her breath was disturbed by her, and her eyes were slightly red, as if there were three thousand spring water.

In the phoenix eyes, the water is shining, and the mist is rising, which is so beautiful that it attracts people's souls.

Yun Lingxi suddenly regretted it, only she could see the beautiful appearance of her beauty.

So she hugged Mo Yechen, who was almost soft into a puddle of water, raised her head, and pressed his head on her chest to cover the moving spring light.

She raised her eyes, looked at the silver snow that was climbing up the stairs, and smiled.

In the next second, she bent down and hugged Mo Yechen horizontally, her figure flashed, and she stepped on the surface of the lake.

"Yinxue, you can keep the medicine and drink it yourself." I'm going to eat...... Arms of the man.

As soon as Yin Xue stepped into the pavilion, she saw Yun Lingxi kidnapping people, and her clear eyes were full of stunned.

Immediately after, the breeze sent Yun Lingxi's words.

The tone seemed to be full of forbearance and restraint.

The doubts in Yin Xue's eyes were even heavier, could it be that the sequelae of her use of spells were serious?

But the medicine is bitter and unwilling to take the medicine?

But even if she doesn't want to eat it, she shouldn't let herself eat it.

Stunned, he lowered his eyes and looked at the medicine bowl in his hand.

The pitch-black medicinal juice exudes a bitter medicinal smell.

The doubt in his eyes turned to a reality.

It turned out that she was really bitter.

He stood in the pavilion and pondered for a moment.

Yinxue walked towards the pharmacy with the medicine.

He's going to re-study the prescription.

Yun Lingxi kicked open the door and put Mo Yechen on the bed.

With a wave of his hand, the door was closed.

She stretched out her hand and rubbed Mo Yechen's thin lips, and her dark voice carried a thick desire: "Beauty, she is really delicate and soft and easy to push down." ”

Mo Yechen raised her eyes, and her gaze crashed into her deep eyes.

Her breath lingered around him, and ripples rippled in his heart.

The room was very quiet.

So much so that the gradual heavy breathing of the two is particularly obvious.

The sound of each other's heartbeats echoed in each other's ears.

Yun Lingxi leaned over and lowered his head, lingering on his lips, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Such a beautiful spring...... How can we...... Disappointed ......"

The last two words dissolved between the lips and teeth.

Mo Yechen's ears were filled with heat, her mouth was filled with her breath, and she couldn't help but stretch out her hands to wrap around her neck.

Yun Lingxi conquered the city, soaking his breath into his mouth, his fingertips hooking his clothes belt, and gently picking it up.

Mo Yechen's slender neck leaned back slightly, the Adam's apple rolled, and her porcelain-white skin was dyed a faint pink.

As beautiful as the cherry blossoms, delicate and ...... I want to ravage the waste.

Yun Lingxi stripped off his robe, and his warm fingertips fell on his slightly cool skin, tossing and turning.

Mo Yechen noticed that his body was slightly cold, and there was a warm feeling from his waist, and a numbing electric current swept through his body.

He just felt like he was going to melt.

turned into a pool of spring water and melted under the woman.

His cheeks were crimson, and he pushed the woman on his body, but he couldn't even exert the slightest strength.

Yun Lingxi's red lips crossed his throat and landed on the delicate collarbone, lingering.

Run your fingertips across your collarbone and down the ......

Mo Yechen trembled, and the tails of his eyes were stained with a large amount of redness, and even his eye sockets were pink.

His voice trembled: "Don't ...... No...... Touching ......"

Yun Lingxi responded with kindness, his scorching breath carried a demagogic dullness, and his fingers danced on him: "Okay, don't touch it, let's touch it?" Or is it here? Or is it...... Over here? ”

Mo Yechen pursed her lips tightly, her hands were weakly on her neck, her slender swan neck was soaked with a little beads of sweat, and her voice was dyed with crying.

"Not here...... Nor is this the ...... You're going to bully me......"

His eyes, with confusion, blurred in circles, and his body trembled slightly.

And the culprit slowly raised his head and said softly in his ear: "Then I won't bully you......"

"I bully ...... It'......"

Poof, in this chapter, Little Jelly almost dies on the spot.

At the top of the writing, I knocked down the last quotation mark, and when I looked back, I saw the old mother standing behind me. (I don't dare to knock in the second half!) ）

That expression is hard to describe.

Not to mention, at the scene of the large-scale social death, Little Jelly went to confess to her old mother.

If you can't see the little jelly tomorrow, don't ask.

Asking is to be rebuilt by the old mother!