Mo Jiyu looked at Xiahou Shaohuai's perverted smile on his face, and couldn't help despairing, why did he still encounter this pervert!

Xiahou Shaohuai walked over and stretched out his hand to touch Mo Jiyu's face trapped in this spiritual power prison, but she turned her head and avoided it.

His eyes had completely turned blood-red at the moment, and he stared at Mo Jiyu deadly, showing an indescribable smile, and said very paranoidly: "Since this is the case, then I will let you be willing." ”

With a wave of his hand, he unlocked the spiritual power prison, and a hand reached over and grabbed Mo Jiyu's arm and brought the person over.

Xiahou Shaohuai ignored Mo Jiyu's struggles and picked her up, pinched her and disappeared in place.

When he appeared again, Xiahou Shaohuai took Mo Jiyu to a place full of red mist, he walked in with Mo Jiyu in his arms, and Mo Jiyu couldn't help but inhale these red mist.

Xiahou Shaohuai saw that she had unconsciously absorbed these red mist, and a smile appeared on his face, this time Mo Jiyu, you will always beg me willingly, let me be bullied obediently.

Mo Jiyu only felt a strange feeling coming from her body, and she couldn't help but look up at Xiahou Shaohuai.

Seeing that Xiahou Shaohuai's blood-red eyes were full of desire, she knew at this moment what these red mist were for.

This is the most vulgar and popular Chinese medicine stalk in the stallion text.

If it weren't for the fact that he had his own body of the Ice Spirit to forcibly suppress the effect of this medicine, Mo Jiyu would have lost his will a long time ago, instead of thinking soberly like he is now.

And Xiahou Shaohuai saw the slightly red eyes of Mo Jiyu in his arms, and the smile on his lips couldn't help but deepen, it seemed that the effect of this medicine was starting to work.

Xiahou Shao finally came to a place with a sea of red flowers in his arms, and this place was the source of the red mist, Mo Jiyu was very uneasy when he saw that there was so much red mist here.

Gradually, there are more and more red mist, and a little breath will inhale this large amount of red mist, Mo Jiyu is desperately suppressing the strange feeling on his body at the moment.

And Xiahou Shaohuai had already put her in the sea of flowers, and couldn't help but smile cruelly when he saw her desperately holding her breath and not inhaling the red mist.

"It's useless for you to hold your breath, the red mist goes in not only through your breath, but also through your skin. He was very cruel to this fact.

When he finished this fact, Mo Jiyu felt that her body was also invaded by this red mist, and the strange feeling became stronger and stronger, and she could only wake herself up by hurting her wrist again, which was already being supported, with severe pain.

The wrist touched the sharp spot, and a long wound was made, and blood flowed out of the wrist at once, and in a short time it was wet with the flower.

And those red mist seemed to have found a breakthrough at this moment, and they all rolled into it from the wound on Mo Jiyu's wrist.

And Xiahou Shaohuai looked at Mo Jiyu's eyes flushed, and the way he breathed shallowly knew that he had succeeded, and the red mist had worked.

And Mo Jiyu also looked at Xiahou Shaohuai in front of him with a pair of misty eyes, only to see Yan Gexing's eyes looking at him with a smile, and said softly: "Crucian carp." ”

Mo Jiyu showed a good-looking smile at Xiahou Shaohuai, and responded softly: "Brother Yan." ”

In the next second, Xiahou Shaohuai's smiling face became very distorted, why are all you seeing at this moment Yan Gexing!

Xiahou Shaohuai's anger suddenly soared, and his hand reached out to Mo Jiyu's slender snow-white neck, and then gently pinched it.

His fingers were about to pick open the placket of the cyan shirt, and a sword aura like a rainbow cut through Xiahou Shaohuai's face, but it didn't hurt Mo Jiyu in the slightest.

A tall man wearing an intricately patterned mask held the golden magic sword shining with purple thunder and lightning around Xiahou Shaohuai's neck, and he said coldly: "You dare to touch her!"

There is a strong coldness and killing intent in this sentence, as long as Xiahou Shaohuai moves Mo Jiyu again, this magic sword will immediately cut his neck and let his soul go west.

Xiahou Shaohuai couldn't help but turn his head to look at the golden magic sword that flashed with purple thunder and lightning, and pinched Mo Jiyu's neck with a force, and a circle of bruises immediately appeared on the snow-white slender neck.

Xiahou Shaohuai sneered: "If the palace master of the broken palace doesn't want her to die, he will leave by himself." ”

Hearing Xiahou Shao's arrogant words, and looking at Mo Jiyu who was lying in a delirious mood in the sea of flowers, Yan Gexing was silent for a while.

At first glance, seeing Mo Jiyu, who was injured by Xiahou Shaohuai's wrist and sealed with spiritual power for slaughter, Yan Gexing's heart ached fiercely, why did this person still give him a very familiar feeling, that feeling was like holding his heart tightly, and there was a faint trace of hatred in pain.

And Xiahou Shaohuai saw that Yan Gexing was silent for a while, showing that he was very concerned about Mo Jiyu's life safety, and couldn't help but chuckle: "There is not much time for the palace master to think." He was also quite interested in the girl he liked, and his hand moved the clothes on the screen, and the clothes were in his hands, and he put them on very elegantly, and walked slowly in front of Yan Gexing.

"What? You are also interested in Mo Jiyu, do you want to join us?" he chuckled in a low voice.

Yan Gexing didn't speak, he just stared at the bruise on Mo Jiyu's neck and the red and swollen eyes, and the killing intent in his heart was even worse.

Before she figured out everything, Mo Jiyu couldn't die, and she couldn't let people hurt her in the slightest.

"Whether I'm interested in her or not, Young Master Xiahou doesn't need to know. Yan Gexing whispered, the broken sword purple lightning in his hand flashed, and those purple lightning fell on Xiahou Shaohuai's neck, and a burst of pain came from Xiahou Shaohuai's neck.

"Then you mean you want to fight with me?" Xiahou Shaohuai fluttered lightly, and with one hand, he quickly flicked away the broken sword that was standing at his neck.

And Yan Gexing also took this opportunity to attack the hand he was holding Mo Jiyu's neck, and after the hand of the sword released Mo Jiyu's neck, it was another spiritual power that protected Mo Jiyu.

"It's a pity that the people I want have always been mine. Xiahou Shaohuai was ruthless, and stabbed Yan Gexing straight at Yan Gexing with a sword.

Yan Gexing only blocked Xiahou Shaohuai's attack with his bare hands, and he mocked in a low voice: "Could it be that Xiahou Shaohou's attack can only be like this?"