The willow branches stretch out to the water, and the warm afternoon sun shines like stars among the turquoise leaves. The woods are dotted with brightly coloured wildflowers, and the light in the woods makes them dazzling and beautiful.

The warm breeze is blowing, and the grass and trees are fragrant. Mo Cong and Ling Xian'er sat side by side in the shade of the trees on the shore to enjoy the coolness, their faces leisurely.

"That person is Huangfu Yunsong!" Ling Xian'er took a breath of the moist and sweet air in the jungle, remembered Huangfu Yunsong's flying and domineering appearance, pouted and said, "I don't think he's very good, I hate it at all." The little princess was angry, and her feet stretched into the water were lifted up violently, and ripples rippled on the water.

"Don't say it, if grandpa knew that you had injured him, he would have to scold me to death. Mo Cong casually glanced at the magical girl beside him, and he suddenly found that from the side, Ling Xian'er's pink cheeks were like the upper Xuanyue in the blue sky, fresh and bright.

"You don't have to worry, if something happens, Princess Ben will take care of it for you. Ling Xian'er didn't have an idea at all, Mo Cong looked at the water, fanned her long eyelashes, and her rosy lips squirmed back and forth when she spoke, she looked so well-behaved and cute.

"It's okay for someone like Huangfu Yunsong to make him suffer a little, I'm not worried about being scolded by my grandfather, I'm just worried about whether I can defeat him when I go to the Martial God Temple. I also promised my junior sister that I must get that gold medal, and I can't let her down" Mo Cong looked up at the sky, even though he had already begun to go through the ** of the advanced stage of cultivation, but there were many masters among the teenagers who went to the Martial God Temple to compete, and they didn't know anything about the strength of Huangfu Yunsong and Zhilan, so there was a trace of confusion in the young man's eyes.

"Don't worry, Princess Ben predicts that you will be able to defeat him, and beat him to the ground. Ling Xian'er said, her little hand and unscrupulously patted Mo Cong's shoulder. Suddenly, the little princess's face froze, and a pair of charming big eyes looked at Mo Cong with a blank look.

Mo Cong in front of him was wearing a black gown, revealing his strong arms, and after years of exercise, the muscles on the young man's arms were concave and convex, looking solid and powerful, and he was as hard and firm as a stone when he patted it, and the young man's handsome face already had a bit of mature male charm

Finding that Mo Cong turned his face to look at her, Ling Xian'er's eyes were a little flustered, her cheeks were slightly red, and there was a touch of shyness, shyness and gentleness in her eyes, the young man in front of her was handsome, strong, honest and generous, and she didn't know how many times stronger than the weak playmates she knew in the palace.

"What's wrong with you?, do I have something on my face?" Looking at Ling Xian'er's complicated eyes, Mo Cong felt a little strange and asked inexplicably.

"No, it's nothing," was suddenly asked by Mo Cong, Ling Xian'er was a little overwhelmed, hurriedly dodged Mo Cong's eyes, and said incoherently: "I, I think the water here is so clear, I should take a bath"

"Then wash it! I'll help you look at your clothes," Mo Cong replied casually, the young man had no distractions, so he didn't shy away from speaking, "You don't know, the monkeys in this mountain are annoying, if you are not careful, they will steal your clothes, and I will be stolen by them several times, hehe!"

Ling Xian'er's face changed suddenly, she was furious, and said angrily: "You bad guy, do you have any intentions for this princess!"

"I, this," Ling Xian'er suddenly asked, Mo Cong's face was frightened, and he spread his hands innocently, "I don't have it!"

"Then you are not allowed to peek at me!" Ling Xian'er lowered her head and looked at Mo Cong shyly.

"Don't worry, I'm too lazy to look at you," Mo Cong smiled lightly, turned his head to look at the wild flowers in the woods, and suddenly looked at Ling Xian'er with a pair of big eyes, and said, "You wash it, I'll help you weave a garland, you look so good, flowers are the most suitable for you!"

"Really?"

"Really, I remember, when my master appeared, he had a wreath on his head, and I thought he was a fairy at the time!"

Mo Cong realized that he had said the wrong thing and wanted to explain, but looking at Ling Xian'er's eyes, he didn't seem to be interested in who Mo Cong's master was.

"What I'm saying is that you say I'm good-looking, is it true?" Ling Xian'er was afraid that Mo Cong wouldn't understand what she meant, so she stroked her face with both hands and explained.

"It's true, it's absolutely true! You're the prettiest little princess, uh, you know, I can't lie!" Mo Cong scratched his hair and looked at Ling Xian'er with a grin, feeling a little shy in his heart, after all, he had learned to lie, and Mo Cong found that sometimes lies are also beautiful.

"What do you mean from your heart?"

Ling Xian'er stared at Mo Cong's eyes tightly, how did she think that Mo Cong's attitude was not honest enough.

"From the heart, of course. Mo Cong smiled.

"Fake!" Ling Xian'er pursed her mouth, her eyes seemed to be contemplative, and then she smiled: "Forget it, this princess doesn't want to worry about you, I'm going to take a bath, you help me look at the clothes, don't look back!"

Watching Ling Xian'er's little hands swing back and forth in the water, cautious look, Mo Cong thought she was cute.

"Oh, by the way," Mo Cong thought for a while and said, "The water in this pool gets deeper and deeper the further you go to the middle, you must not go too far!"

"Understood, go weave a garland for me!" Ling Xian'er raised her hand towards Mo Cong with a smile on her face, her eyes became shy and shy, and she turned away with a red cloud on her face.

The girl's unique shy movements were elegant and natural, which made Mo Cong's heart beat violently, but he also knew what the little princess meant, and he didn't dare to look back, looking at the dense jungle and smiling stupidly.

Taught by Lord Truman since he was a child, Mo Cong knew that a person should keep his promises, and it is not manly to be opportunistic and take advantage of others. Although she has reached the age of being curious about the girl's body, and with her good hearing and perception, Mo Cong clearly knows that the little princess behind her is already undressing, her movements are gentle, delicate, and very particular, and she neatly stacks the clothes she took off on the shore. Mo Cong heard the little princess behind him slowly walk into the water, her posture was elegant and beautiful, like a swan swimming in the water, until she walked into the waist-deep water, her feet jumped violently, her body dived forward, and the water immediately set off soft ripples Mo Cong knew that there must be a little princess's snow-white jade body floating on the water, she swung her delicate arms, paddling gently, a pair of slender legs were like soft aquatic plants hidden in the water and swaying freely, and the white Lang flowers pushed her body forward slowly. Mo Cong knew all this, but he never looked back.

"Be careful!"

"Don't be verbose, this princess is a master swimmer, and she can swim in the sea for three days and three nights"

"Let's brag!" Mo Cong secretly pursed his lips, but in front of Ling Xian'er, he could only say such words in his heart.

"It's better to be careful, the water in the depths is cold!"

Mo Cong couldn't help but say another sentence. Looking at the swaying willow in front of me and the flowers all over the ground, I took a deep breath and tried my best to calm my rippling heart.

In the bright sunshine, the little princess waved her arms carefully, rubbed her body with a pair of small hands, and enjoyed the taste of natural bathing in the embrace of nature, with a comfortable look on her face. But Mo Cong could only face a bunch of willow branches and flowers that he picked by himself. The boy struggled to remember what Scarry had taught him, and sat on the floor fiddling with it. Even though he concentrated all his energy, Mo Cong's heart was still itchy, and several times he wanted to throw away those flowers and plants, and then desperately ran over to hold Ling Xian'er in his arms and kiss her red lips

Mo Cong is a martial arts practitioner, but his mind is not very skillful, and the wreath he made up is not comparable to Yingbao at all, but it still looks beautiful with the embellishment of flowers.

"Have you made it up? show me it!"

"That's it, it's good, don't rush me, if you push me, I won't get it!" Mo Cong was busy with his hands and replied casually.

Ling Xian'er's body was not in the water, only a small head was exposed, and her long hair was floating in the water, watching Mo Cong squatting on the ground and fiddling with it, she couldn't help but feel anxious.

"That's pretty much it, you can get it quickly!"

"Alright! Alright!" Admiring his masterpiece, Mo Cong grinned and shook his head, and then comforted himself: "That's it!"

Mo Cong held the garland in his hand, turned around, and was immediately stunned, feeling like he was in a dream.

The water was full of mist, and there was a brilliant rainbow, and the sky blue splashes continued to rise slowly from the water like a dream, and each petal was as transparent as crystal, sparkling, and each flower slowly swirled, like a maiden dancing in the air, and when the bright flowers rose to a certain height, they were as violent as blisters, and then disappeared without a trace;

On the fairy-like water, Ling Xian'er showed her smooth and delicate shoulders, her long hair swayed on the water, and a pair of nascent jade rus loomed in the water on her chest

Mo Cong was fascinated, he only felt that Ling Xian'er was so beautiful, she had a beautiful figure, her eyes, her nose, and her red lips were completely carefully polished by the creator before being placed on her fair and immature cheeks, with a magical charm, delicate and noble.

"Come here!"

Hearing Lingxian'er's call, Mo Cong walked towards the shore with a garland in his hand as if he had received her spell.

"Put it on me!"

Ling Xian'er's soft arms rested on a stone on the shore and looked up at Mo Congdao. Her voice was soft and gentle, as if she had changed someone, and her gaze became hot. Mo Cong looked at her stupidly, and reached out to put the wreath on her head stupidly.

"Is it pretty?"

"Beautiful!" Mo Cong said indistinctly, only to see his mouth moving, barely audible.

"Kiss me!" Ling Xian'er's breathing became short, her eyes became blurred, her eyes gradually became moist, and the unique fresh breath in the girl's mouth kept rushing towards Mo Cong.

Just less than half a foot away from Ling Xian'er, Mo Cong was stunned, he felt that the blood in his body was flowing rapidly, and he could almost hear the sound of blood rubbing against blood vessels, Mo Cong felt that there was a flame burning in his body, and it was getting stronger and stronger.

The jungle was silent, and the two men looked at each other silently, and the distance was getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, Ling Xian'er took a deep breath, wrapped her hands tightly around Mo Cong's neck, and the lips of the two people unexpectedly touched together, like two magnets with different attributes, sucking tightly, unwilling to separate.

Mo Cong felt that the fragrance of the girl's mouth like a fragrant orchid suddenly blew into his body, fluttering and comfortable, Ling Xian'er's lips were so soft, the liquid in the little princess's mouth was as refreshing and sweet as fresh honey picked in the morning, and the soft tongue of the little princess was wriggling wantonly in Mo Cong's mouth

The ignorant love made the two teenagers forget everything, and their bodies became light, as if floating on the clouds, and in an instant the whole jungle was filled with pure love.