Ying Long shook his bangs very handsomely: "You don't understand Benjun's taste, I don't blame you." [Full text reading. Before he was about to raise his hand to touch the girl's head, Hou Qing didn't even raise his eyelids, and directly rubbed a fireball to him.

Ying Long grinned and shook his hand with disdain. "Hey! Or not brother, who are you this milk baby? Don't let anyone touch it! Seeing that Hou Qing didn't shake him, he carried his little apprentice forward.

Ying Long, who has always liked to brush up on his sense of existence, didn't care much about it, and glanced at Mo Xiaomo, who was obviously about to vomit, and still grabbed the roast chicken and didn't let go, twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "It's better for you to put her down." ”

As soon as Mo Xiaomo came back to her senses, she was picked up like a kitten, and she was powerless to complain about Hou Qing's rude habit! I almost spit out the roast chicken after just a few bites. But after thinking about the force value of this product, I could only pitifully circle a bunch of tears and cry: "Master, where have you been, the apprentices can't find the master, woo~." ”

Hou Qing put Mo Xiaomo down, raised his hand and pinched her face. It's soft, smooth and tender, and it feels good. When his gaze swept to Ying Long, who was standing behind his apprentice with a meaningful smile on his face, he frowned and pursed his lips: "The teacher has told you many times that the lotus demon is still a vegetarian. Then, as if unintentionally, she took the roast chicken she was holding in her hand and burned it to black ashes.

…… Her rotisserie chicken! Mo Xiaomo's tears in the bubbles in his eyes began to roll in his eyes, biting his lip and hiding behind Ying Long, puffing out his cheeks and just wanted to complain with grief and indignation, "Houqing, you bastard!" Waste of food, deserve 10,000 years of cannon fodder! But the words turned around at the moment of exit: "Master, the apprentice is hungry......" Mo Xiaomo slapped herself twice in her heart, she was really forced to be so doglegged!

Hou Qing raised her eyebrows, beckoned to Mo Xiaomo, who was hiding behind Ying Long, and motioned for her to come over.

Thinking that if she wants to find a hidden mission, she must find a backer before she can protect herself. Obviously, if she disobeyed him now, she would certainly have no good fruit. Mo Xiaomo gritted his teeth, still reluctantly moved over.

Hou Qing bent down and hugged Mo Xiaomo in her arms, stretched out her hand to wipe the remaining grease from the corner of her mouth. The jade white hand paused at the soft cheeks of the female doll, the fingers curled slightly, and after thinking about it, he withdrew.

Her dark and quiet eyes were staring at him with a hint of fear hidden in the depths of the lake.

She's afraid, she's afraid of him!

Mo Xiaomo was frightened by the killing intent that flashed in Hou Qing's eyes. She could only carefully pull the placket of Houqing's clothes, and said softly and softly: "Master, the apprentice is hungry." ”

Hou Qing didn't notice it at all, a trace of killing intent flashed in his lilac eyes, he didn't like this feeling, and just lowered his hand, he was about to raise it, and he heard Ying Long interject.

"When did you become an apprentice, I look good, borrow me to play for two days~."

Ying Long is the kind of immortal who knows that there are tigers in the mountains and prefers to go to the tiger mountain, and he won't blink an eye when he hits the south wall, and he will continue to bump into him, Mo Xiaomo admires him.

Hou Qing was obviously pulled back to his thoughts by Ying Long's words, he precipitated his irritable mood for a while, and then looked at the soft bun in his arms. Then with a cold face, he stuffed Mo Xiaomo in his arms into Ying Long's arms.

Mo Xiaomo secretly sighed, and the tense heartstrings were slightly relaxed. Anxin nestled in Ying Long's arms, glanced at the man who looked up at the night sky.

The cold moonlight sprinkled on his body added a bit of depression and loneliness to this usually flamboyant and domineering man, only to see that the corners of his dark clothes were lifted by the night wind, and the silver threads were like waterfalls and snow.

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