Mo Xiaomo raised his hand that was thrown away and looked at it carefully for a while. I heard Hou Qing's clear voice: "Huahua, you didn't say goodbye, you came here for him?" After speaking, he also pointed to Mo Hua, who was lying on the bank of blood and dying.

looked at the girl who didn't react much, just held dark eyes, and looked at him fixedly. He was a little flustered by her unfamiliar eyes, and this feeling of being out of his control was very bad. His figure flashed, and he brushed off the robe that Mo Xiaomo was wearing and took her into his arms.

The voice was mixed with a little coldness: "Don't speak, is it a default?" Hou Qing raised her hand to hold up Mo Xiaomo's cheeks, wrapped her arms tightly, and the light in her lilac eyes was surging and heavy.

His hands were so strong that they were tightened. Mo Xiaomo was forced to struggle a little uncomfortably, but he never broke away. The chin was forcibly lifted again, Mo Xiaomo looked up at Hou Qing with a dark face, this action made her feel humiliated, she let go of the fairy power and wanted to get out. I only felt that his body was shaken, but he still pursed his thin lips with light color, and he didn't let go.

His body tightened a little closer, and he felt Hou Qing's slightly hot breathing, which was sprinkled on her face like nothing. Mo Xiaomo felt that her old face was hot and hot. She looked away, thinking. This action is really, somewhat, not really, a little more elegant. After a sweep, he remembered Mo Hua who was still waiting for her to save him. frowned, but listening to Hou Qing's tone, he seemed to be a little unwilling to save Mo Hua, and after thinking about it again, whenever he saw Mo Hua on weekdays, he would pick on his behavior, and he felt that it was even more possible.

However, Mo Hua did this because he saved her. She should have begged, but as she meditated, there was a sudden slight pain in her neck. Mo Xiao Mo Han's hair stood on end and trembled. Fog grass! Isn't this a zombie yet? Is it really good to be so sharp-tongued!!

Feeling his lips and tongue slowly roaming around her neck, Mo Xiaomo just wanted to raise his hand to slap him. Made! This action is so obscene!

Hou Qing seemed to have expected to use her divine power to circle her hand, and she couldn't resist at all. Hearing his heavy breath, Mo Xiaomo's heart sank suddenly, what's wrong with this goods, this goods? Is it in heat! She trembled and blurted out: "Master ......" but her lips were lightly tapped by his jade white hand, and she couldn't make a sound!

Unable to make a sound, she looked at Hou Qing's purple eyes that seemed to be like a deep pool and shook her head. Hou Qing just chuckled back faintly, rubbing her fingers on her lips. Slowly all the way down, Mo Xiaomo was so angry that his body couldn't stop trembling.

Just wanted to swing his head, but he was fixed by one of his hands, and before he could react, his lips were sealed by Hou Qing. She was stunned, and as soon as her mouth relaxed, he took the opportunity to poke his tongue in. Mo Xiaomo looked at him in disbelief with wide eyes, this is, what's wrong? As if sensing her inattention, Hou Qing gently bit her lower lip. Quite bewitchingly, he whispered in her ear: "Huahua, remember that I am not your master, and I don't want to be your master." Looking at Mo Xiaomo, who looked like a dumb melon, Hou Qing kissed him again.

She was stunned again, and that feeling again. Suddenly born from the bottom of my heart, faintly, there seemed to be a voice in the empty heart: "This is a task and a fate." You don't have to be afraid, you'll be fine soon......" seemed to have a female voice who said in a daze: "Really? ”

Mo Xiaomo only felt that her mind was in a mess, the last time she had this feeling was on the side of the boulder in the system space, and now she suddenly had a voice, she really didn't know what to do.

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