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Zhou Meng's hand uncontrollably pressed on Cheng Xue's shoulder, pushing Cheng Xue to the ground.

In the haze, Cheng Xue could still see Zhou Meng's crimson cheeks.

"Senior Sister Meng, what's wrong?"

"Don't speak."

Zhou Meng's fingers pressed Cheng Xue's mouth.

"Is there an enemy here?" Cheng Xue asked, "Then I'll be quiet."

Zhou Meng waved his hand lightly and erased the glasses drawn on the green silk.

"Senior Sister Meng, my eyes are gone, I can't see anymore, Senior Sister Meng?"

Zhou Meng uncontrollably put his hand into Cheng Xue's neck.

Cheng Xue was startled, trembled suddenly, and then calmed down, waiting for Zhou Meng's next move. Although he didn't know what was happening, he felt tenderness like never before.

Suddenly, Zhou Meng stood up and said as if reprimanding, "Chengxue, go quickly!" Get out of here!"

The moment Zhou Meng got up, Cheng Xue felt an inexplicable loss. This kind of loss has no reason, and even makes Cheng Xue feel a little ashamed.

"Senior Sister Meng, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Xue followed Zhou Meng's voice and touched Zhou Meng.

But now Zhou Meng can't be touched.

The slightest touch can provoke the blood in her body to spurt.

"Let's go!" Zhou Meng shook off Cheng Xue's hand and reprimanded.

But Cheng Xue hugged Zhou Meng's waist and said half-crying, "I'm not leaving, Senior Sister Meng, you must not have anything to do."

With this hug, Zhou Meng couldn't control himself at all. The hot hand hugged Cheng Xue's shoulders and stroked Cheng Xue's back, and he could feel the young man's muscles that had not yet been formed.

Mo Long: "Wow!"

Zhou Meng slapped Cheng Xue to the ground again, and before Cheng Xue stood up, he gnawed on Cheng Xue's upper lip.

In an instant, Cheng Xue felt that the spiritual power in her body had completely turned into stagnant water, and the knowledge in her mind had been thrown out of the clouds, everything was blank, her body and mind were empty, her seventeen years of cultivation were all gone, and her mission and responsibility as a cultivator were completely forgotten.

In the flash of light, this feeling disappeared, and the wisdom accumulated over the seventeen years refilled the senses, and the flow of spiritual power in his body reminded Cheng Xue that he had enough strength to push Zhou Meng, who was currently delirious, away.

But there seemed to be an irresolvable conflict between the wisdom in the sanity and the spiritual power of the body, and the sanity told him that he needed to struggle now, and that he needed to check the sanity of Senior Sister Dream and eliminate the factor that made her look like this.

But his spiritual power was obedient, following Zhou Meng's palm, feeling the gentle friction and throbbing temperature.

He could feel a cloud flowing into his throat, in his head.

Mo Long: "The bug has been patched! But! Not good! A trace of demonic air overflowed. It doesn't matter, the air here is purified. However, it seems to have flowed into Chengxue's mind!"

Being reminded by Mo Long like this, Zhou Meng realized that he was doing something ridiculous.

So, Zhou Meng immediately got up, waved his palm, smacked it, hit it on the head, and then slowly fell down.

Cheng Xue hurriedly got up, and after touching Zhou Meng, she shook Zhou Meng's body, "Senior Sister Meng, Senior Sister Meng? Why can't it be done again?"

Cheng Xue also felt that the dream was broken, and slowly lay down.

After a while, Cheng Xue's body woke up, and he slowly took off the green silk in front of him, revealing silver-gray pupils.

"Demon God, my brother, I'm really glad that you still exist."

Mo Long felt the breath of the evil god, and used his weak spiritual energy to support the form of ink, which came out of Zhou Meng's ears.

"Are you?"

"Brother Ren, I'm the night."

Mo Long was startled: "Night God? Demon Breaker."

"Brother Ren, I saved you, you saved me, there is no need to mention the past."

"I'm not a demon god. I'm just a demon god

of the servants. The demon god is still asleep."

"Oh? Manservant? The Demon Brother never enslaves anything, so why did you become the Demon Brother's servant?"

"We have made a pact, Your Highness the Night God."

"So you're here to wake up the Demon Brother?"

"Yes, the god of the night. The demon god is in my body, and we are recuperating in the sanity of this cultivator, waiting for the opportunity to break through. And what about you, the god of the night? You have cultivated in this young man's mind, what are your plans for the future?"

The night god's gaze was full of emptiness, "The evil god will never die, I am waiting for the night to fall."

"Your Highness the Night God, what can I do for you?" Mo Long tried to be respectful and cautious in his words and deeds.

"Protect my friend, Ink, thank you."

"So, Your Highness the Night God, have you fully awakened? Has Twilight's body become a shell of yours?"

The night god smiled slightly, the curvature of his lips appeared on Cheng Xue's face, completely devoid of his previous well-behavedness, overflowing, full of rebelliousness, "No, it was the demon spirit of the demon brother who woke me up, and after the demon spirit disappeared, I will continue to sleep."

"Do you need me to infuse you with demons? Your Majesty?"

"At the cost?"

"The Demon God will become weak."

"Then you don't have to. Adapt to the weather and don't need to rush. You protect your brother's cultivation, and when the time comes, everything will fall into place."

"The night god is wise."

The night god nodded at the ink dragon, "The ink fragrance is very strong, and it is an alien object. As a slave of the demon brother, you are very qualified. This nun is quite talented, and when everything is ready, she can convert to the Demon God."

Mo Long spread himself out in submission, "Yes."

"After a quarter of an hour, I will continue to sleep. Ink, I entrust you with the protection of this young man, who is my benefactor and my former best friend. The god of snow, a god who does not submit to the good gods, has covered me and the demon brother, otherwise, we would not have any remnant souls. Now that he has lost his godhead and become a mortal, I have blessed him with peace at night, and I hope you will love him too. This boy should be regarded as a reunion gift from me to my demon brother."

Mo Long: "Thank you for the night."

"Excuse me, the good gods would never have thought that our divine consciousness would be occupied by others. When we wake up, it's the day the gods are revived!"

Molong: "Waiting for the god of the night."

"I will sleep."

"Greetings to the god of the night."

Soon, the silver-gray color of Cheng Xue's pupils disappeared, and in its place, colorless pupils were replaced.

Cheng Xue immediately regained her senses, and it was pitch black in front of her.

Mo Long drew glasses on Cheng Xue's green silk and dragged the green silk to Cheng Xue.

After Cheng Xue brought the green silk, he saw the ink dragon, a ball of ink.

"Are you, Millennium Mo, do you have Senior Sister Dream with you?"

Of course, Mo Long did not respond, and quietly burrowed into Zhou Meng's ears.

When Cheng Xue saw Zhou Meng lying on the ground, she always felt that she had missed something, looked down at her neat clothes, and felt even more aggrieved.

He touched Zhou Meng and was hot.

After a long time, Cheng Xue thought of an absolutely meticulous method.

He took off some of his clothes and pressed the skin on his chest next to Zhou Meng's arm to help Zhou Meng dissipate heat. He quietly looked at Zhou Meng's cheeks and fell asleep quietly.

Mo Long: "Zhou Meng! Zhou Meng! If you don't wake up, you'll spoil people!"

After a while, Zhou Meng finally woke up, feeling cold around him, and turned his head lazily to look.

Suddenly, I saw Cheng Xue***'s upper body and messy clothes.

The green silk in front of the glasses was also half slumped, and his lips were white, looking extremely weak.

"***What's wrong? What's up! I won't be!"

Mo Long: "Hehe? Now, you have to be responsible for others, right?"

Mo Long just wants to watch the play.

Zhou Meng looked at Cheng Xue's pants, and it was okay

Dressed, relieved, "It's okay."

Mo Long: "You want to be beautiful."

"This Zhuang Xiang is really good at practice!"

Mo Long: "But you have to thank him, this fragrance is really good, at least you don't have a headache."

"I'll really thank him."

Zhou Meng gently shook Chengxue, "Chengxue, Chengxue?". z.br>

Before she could scream a few times, Cheng Xue woke up, and without the slightest hesitation, she got up, hugged her clothes, and shrunk into a ball.

Mo Long: "Hee-hee, hey-hee-hee, good, good, good boy."

Zhou Meng saw that Cheng Xue was so panicked, and stepped forward gently.

Seeing Cheng Xue retreat backwards, Zhou Meng immediately retracted.

"Cheng Xue, it's the senior sister who is not good, the senior sister is not controlling herself. You say, how do you want the senior sister to make amends for you, whatever you want, the senior sister will give it to you, okay?"

Cheng Xue shrank back, not because he was afraid that Zhou Meng would make a move, but because he was afraid that Zhou Meng would find out his little tricks, but now it seems that Zhou Meng didn't realize that he lied for the first time in his life and looked successful.

"It's okay, Senior Sister Meng, I'm just a little tired."

"Huh? Tired? I probably didn't have ...... Oh, no, it's snow, don't cry."

Cheng Xue seemed to be sobbing, Zhou Meng panicked for a while, stepped forward to support Cheng Xue's shoulder, and was afraid that his touch would scare Cheng Xue, so he retracted his hand again, "Cheng Xue, you hit me and scold me, don't cry!"

"No, I just feel cold."

"Oh, it's okay, Senior Sister's clothes are for you!"

Zhou Meng took off his clothes and draped them on Cheng Xue's body, "It's better."

"It's still cold."

What Cheng Xue was expecting, he didn't know what he was expecting.

"I'll take you back to keep warm."

"Okay."

I saw Zhou Meng behind Cheng Xue, bowing slightly, as if he wanted to pick up Cheng Xue.

However, soon, Cheng Xue felt that she was hanging in a cloud of dreams.

Zhou Meng used Mengyun to pick up Cheng Xue and walked towards the Huan Building.

Along the way, Cheng Xue was silent.

Zhou Meng chattered endlessly, saying, "Chengxue, I didn't control it well today. But next time, you must not break into my dream clouds again, I don't know what I'm doing, remember?"

Cheng Xue nodded.

"Chengxue, if you are angry, just hit me, I can carry it, you don't say a word, I feel very awkward."

Cheng Xue didn't know what to say, he was surprised to find that he really had a grudge against Zhou Meng in his heart, but it was not because Zhou Meng did anything to him, but because Zhou Meng clearly separated everything from himself.

Her cynical Senior Sister Meng is so comfortable when flirting with others, but she treats herself so restrainedly, which makes Cheng Xue feel uncomfortable, as if she is not as good as those people that Zhou Meng has teased, such as Guan Qing.

They can talk witty things together, and Senior Sister Meng never apologizes for it.

Why, in my own place, Senior Sister Meng always speaks and does things clearly?

So Cheng Xue remained silent.

When he arrived at the Huanhuan Building, Zhou Meng held Mengyun and sent Cheng Xue to the bedroom.

I don't know when, Wei Lin is here.

When Wei Lin saw Cheng Xue, who was weak and undressed, he was puzzled at first.

"Chengxue, what's wrong?"

Cheng Xue lowered her head aggrievedly.

Wei Xiao asked tentatively, "Is it Senior Sister Meng who bullied you?"

Wei Meng just asked casually, and didn't think that there was such a possibility, after all, Zhou Meng would not pull his clothes into snow.

But Cheng Xue was silent, and Zhou Meng also lowered his head deeply.

Wei Xiao hoped that the matter would not be as serious as she expected, but judging by the reactions of these two people, the matter must be as serious as she expected.

"Zhou Meng, you won't ......"

Zhou Meng raised his head and raised his eyebrows, expressing helplessness.

With a "snap", Wei Lian's hand hit Zhou Meng's face.

Mo Long: "Anger, jealousy, unwillingness! Hate iron does not make steel! Wei Lian's mood is really rich!"

Zhou Meng was stunned, and suddenly realized that she had hurt the group pet of the Dingfeng Sect, and her life would not be better.

Cheng Xue was also stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that Wei Lin would beat Zhou Meng.

After sending Cheng Xuetuo to the bed, Mengyun dispersed, and Zhou Meng gently stroked the face that had been beaten by Wei Lian, and left in a huff.