Mo Yongfeng made up his mind, this person who was thinking about it for a long time was in front of him, even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu came, he couldn't let her fly away. Let the silent body writhe, elbows and shoulders hit him hard, but he was unmoved. Although the cultivation has been greatly reduced, the physical power of the Silent Yuan Infant Realm still exists, and every impact will make Mo Yongfeng, who has no defensive power at all, snort, not that it is impossible to resist, but that she is willing to let her vent her anger on her body for so many years, as long as she does not leave herself.

Hearing the thud of Mo Yifeng's chest and abdomen being hit by his elbow behind his ears, the slightly painful muffled sound came, Bai Mo Yifeng hugged silently, and the strength of resistance slowly decreased, I don't know if it was physical exhaustion, or there were other reasons, I felt the strong and broad chest and strong heartbeat in my back. The faint heat and the resoluteness on his arms seemed to melt and crush the silence, and melt it into his chest, never giving up.

Wuyin felt this emotion of Mo Yifeng, and gradually stopped resisting, lowered his head, and tears slipped down in large pieces, "Bad fate, bad fate, why don't you let me go, woo..." As he spoke, Wuyin, a character who had already cultivated in the Yuan Infant Realm, actually cried out like a girl. Mo Yifeng hugged Wuyin tightly with pity and looked at her beautiful face.

"You never gave me a chance to explain. Mo Yifeng's slightly magnetic voice sounded from behind, "What you saw that day was just a misunderstanding, I have nothing to do with that Hua Wanqing, it's a pity that you are stubborn, and you didn't even give me a chance to explain." Hearing this, Wuyin just wanted to argue, but suddenly felt a slight warmth at the back of his neck, but it was Mo Yifeng's tears, and his heart softened, so he didn't refute it, and continued to listen.

"Wuyin, do you know that I have been thinking about you all the time in the past hundred years, but I dare not see you, I am afraid of seeing your heartbroken eyes, I am afraid that seeing you are at a loss, and it will hurt you even more if I can't explain clearly. Mo Yongfeng affectionately put his face on Wuyin's neck, Wuyin was wearing Ma Ling'er's dress, which was already narrow, and after the two of them tore, the snow-white fragrant shoulders were exposed.

Hearing these words, Wuyin's thread softened, but then he remembered the scene he had seen with his own eyes, his heart was cold again, and he was just about to resist, but he couldn't help but suck a hot lip to his snow-white shoulder, and then Wuyin found that her clothes were disheveled, and the hot lips made her numb all over her body, and she couldn't help but snort.

Just when Mo Yongfeng kissed the fragrant shoulder unwillingly, a strong force came from his shoulder, and Mo Yongfeng's mouth was shocked open suddenly, and he looked at Wuyin in amazement. At this time, the silent flesh had already turned around, his eyes were slightly cold, and he looked at Mo Yongfeng's eyes with a cold expression, "You are the demon girl who used such means to hook up with rhetoric?" There was a faint disgust in his voice, and the disdainful eyes deeply pierced Mo Yongfeng's heart, but the flower-like and delicate breath in front of him with that cold expression made Mo Yongfeng's heart feel pity, thinking of the misery that Wuyin had suffered over the years, Mo Yongfeng pecked at the red lips that turned around.

This time it was like a thunderbolt stirring the earth's fire, and the silent mind suddenly went blank, where did she forbid this after practicing for hundreds of years? Even when she fell in love with Mo Yifeng, the two of them were extremely polite, and they had never done such a shameful thing. In the faint manly breath between the lips and teeth, a warm feeling came endlessly, like the sun in winter, warming people's hearts.

Wuyin realized at this time that he had really misunderstood Mo Yifeng before, and this warm breath was the qi of Mo Yifeng's real name, Yuanyang. Although the silent voice of the fellow cultivators has never received this breath, they will not be unrecognizable. This natal Yuanyang qi, any man only has this mouthful, if you fall in love with a woman, it will disperse immediately, even if you are cultivating to the Mahayana realm, you can't make up for it, this name Yuanyang qi is the foundation of the male monk, with this Yuanyang solid foundation Peiyuan, just like the female monk's natal Yuanyin qi, you can stabilize the mind and speed up the entry.

Those cultivators who have cultivated to the highest level, except for a few people who have cultivated to the highest level, most of them have pure yang bodies, and if this pure yang qi is lost, it will be even more difficult to spy on the Great Dao in the future. This Yuan Yang Qi is also a good thing in the eyes of the demon clan, a demon thing, there are congenital deficiencies, so I have to use evil methods to seduce the male monk to collect this natal Yuan Yang Qi. What's more, even the victim's essence and blood mana absorbed and plundered to increase his strength, which is why everyone talked about why the demon fox clan changed color.

When Wuyin heard that Mo Yongfeng was trapped, he hurried to the rescue, but he didn't expect to meet Mo Yongfeng and Hua Wanqing, who were disheveled and ambiguous. Wuyin didn't think about it at the time, and under the self-pity and self-pity, he practiced the inner charm of the demon fox clan, but after all, there was a difference between good and evil, and under the conflict of exercises, more than 100 years of cultivation turned into flowing water, and made a wedding dress for Ma Ling'er.

Now this Mo Yongfeng and Wuyin's lips are opposite, and Wuyin realized that Mo Yongfeng is still the body of the boy, but he has wronged him all these years. But at that time, although Wuyin and Mo Yifeng had already been in love with their childhood sweethearts, they were also affectionate and polite, how could they do anything to find out if their Yuanyang was lost? So this misunderstanding is not accidental. Now Mo Yifeng made a heart, wanting to pull back the silent heart, knowing that no matter how he explained, it was empty words, so he had to forcibly ask for a kiss and put this Yuan Yang's bearing into the silent mouth to prove his innocence.

Feeling this primordial yang qi, Wuyin also knew in his heart that he had misunderstood Mo Yongfeng before, and the body that was struggling with himself no longer moved, allowing Mo Yongfeng to kiss his lips recklessly, like a piece of lip flap parting for a long time, Mo Yongfeng looked at Wuyin with a wicked smile, this Mo Yongfeng in front of him completely lost the style of peerless sword cultivation, like a hairy boy in love.

"Wuyin, do you still need me to explain? I really didn't have anything to do with that Hua Wanqing that day, although I was hit by those seven love fans, but with my Geng Jingang's anger, I also suppressed it. Do you know, after so many years, do I think you think it is so bitter?" Looking at Mo Yongfeng's affectionate eyes, a huge sense of guilt surged into Silent Heart, and Mo Yongfeng glanced at Mo Yongfeng with all kinds of amorous feelings, and his mouth was stiff and silent, "Who knows if you and that demon girl have done such a shameful thing now?"

looked at the silent and charming face blankly, the blush on the face was extremely moving, and the slight messy panting of the sideburns made Mo Yongfeng confused, this jade man who had been thinking for more than a hundred years was close to his arms, and the nephrite jade was warm and fragrant, and even if it was a Mo Yongfeng whose heart was like a solid stone, it also turned into a full of tenderness and honey. Silent Wuzi was still quibbling, but suddenly saw Mo Yongfeng's obsessive eyes, his heart couldn't help but tremble, and he suddenly felt a hot and embarrassing line between the hips behind him, and couldn't help but scream in fright, seeing the red lips slightly open and panicked, the flame in Mo Yongfeng's eyes was even hotter, a big mouth had already met it, and the snow-white jade neck kept sliding on the silent pink lips, and the hands that were clenched gradually loosened, and this fiery delicate body was endless. Wuyin's originally ill-fitting dress was already messy by this fiddling, revealing a large area of snow-white skin.

Just when Mo Yifeng was confused and hugged Wuyin's wanton love, he couldn't help but feel the corners of his clothes being pulled at his feet, and he suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly looked down. I saw a little fiery red monkey on the ground, wearing a headband and holding a mini iron rod, constantly pulling the corners of Mo Yongfeng's clothes.

Looking at the little thing on the ground for a while, pointing to Gan Ping, who was lying on the chair on the side and didn't understand, Mo Yifeng also felt that Meng Lang was up. Although he hasn't woken up yet, he is also his own disciple and junior, and doing such things in front of his juniors is indeed a worthy teacher. After Mo Yongfeng's pause, the confused silence suddenly woke up, and fled from Mo Yongfeng's embrace with a scream, and hurriedly sorted out his shirt with his crisp chest and half-exposed.

Mo Yongfeng glanced at Huo'er helplessly, reached out to pick him up, Huo'er's fluffy little face rubbed in Mo Yongfeng's arms, and let out a comfortable cry. Looking to the side, the disheveled, disheveled sideburns, and flushed face, Wuyin Zheng glared at him with silky eyes, seeing this wonderful state, Mo Yifeng's heart was hot again.