The piercing cloud station lit up with a cold light, and the red glow sword shadow shrouded dozens of saints. The cane condensing saint was so shocked that he lifted the stone staff, and put it heavily on it, and there was a sonorous echo of tom. "Young master, don't stay here longer."

The lotus armor and the light gauze saint swept the snoring Mo Ye with phoenix eyes, there was no trace of hatred in his eyes, but there was a little more ambiguity. "Elder Men, take this little saint with you."

The airspace of the Cloud Piercing Station was tightly tightened, and the space fluctuated, and more than ten cultivator realm saints stepped out of the airspace. Dao Dao pressure enveloped the Cloud Piercing Station, and the nameless fire made the gas in the airspace warm. "Who is the saint, dare to mess around in Kelinden City".

The cane saint had kind eyes and a soft light in his eyes. Like the saints in the airspace. "Holy friends, there are many offenses, below is the elder of the 'Ten Thousand Fox Holy Land', just now I met a fool, there was a small collision, which shocked all the holy friends to retreat, offended."

More than ten cultivators in the airspace saw that the Condensation Realm Saint was so polite, and a smile appeared on the corner of their mouths, although they had never heard of the "Ten Thousand Fox Holy Land", they could hear the words of the Condensation Realm Saint Priest very well. "It's good that the holy friend is safe, please go quickly."

The cane priest thanked him in return, and a gleam flashed in his eyes. With a light roll, he lifted it back to the Crystal Gate and stepped into the Portal of Teleportation.

Chuanyun Station was bustling with commotion, more than ten cultivators swept their eyes, and dozens of cultivators and qi condensing saints surrounded by lotus armor and light gauze saints, as if they were sucking their souls, they couldn't take their eyes off it, the saints who came were too delicate, and they were mixed with charm and restrained people's hearts.

The lotus root armor and light gauze saintess looked back at the charming, the sparkling shawl soft hair, the moth eyebrows that were faint into the temples, and the clear eyes with a provocative glow. Thin steps, fluttering eyelashes. Drifting into the teleportation crystal gate, dozens of cultivators and Qi Condensation Saints swarmed in.

Mo Xie's consciousness was confused, and he wanted to open his eyes several times. The consciousness that became more and more sleepy was fundamentally urged, and sometimes the soft wind was like rain in his ears, sometimes the wind was like a knife, and occasionally he could hear soft words. "Young master, this holy priest has been sleeping for three days, and he still hasn't woken up, so he takes your bed as his home."

"Cole. Let him sleep, fatten up and eat meat".

Mo Xie moved, his limbs were tightened as if he couldn't lift them. The divine consciousness gradually became dazed, and the tension and tiredness from the depths of the soul struck the sea of consciousness like a storm. Mo Ye fell asleep again, letting the sound of chirping come and go.

Hazy. The silent night shines through the fading window. Dappled starlight. Mo Evil Divine Consciousness slowly swirled in the sea of consciousness, gently let go, and quietly stopped. With a faint light fragrance, the sleepy Mo Ye slowly squinted his eyes and looked around at the scene and object in the dark.

A faint sandalwood fragrance filled his nose, and Mo Ye's hand moved outward, with a soft click. Buckle down a thin layer of wood foam. Take a deep breath, and the sandalwood in the room is a little thicker. Mo Evil's divine consciousness tightened. The Holy Land dares to make a bed out of wood.

Whoosh, a bright light swept across Mo Ye's face, and instantly moved to the edge of the wooden bed, staring thoughtfully. Stretched out his pointed fingers and tapped the back of Mo Ye's hand. "The saint is really weird, he doesn't sleep honestly, he talks about dreams, he buckles the bed, and he returns."

Speckled starlight shone into the hollow carved windows, and two pairs of shiny phoenix eyes shone softly. In front of the wooden bed, there was a gray-haired old saint sitting in the air, Mo Xie snored, wanted to turn over, and her limbs tightened and pulled back.

The creak door opened, and the fish-white sky brought in a cool morning air through the crack in the door. A lady in red entered. "Young master, it's going to be dawn, let's wash and go."

The white-haired shadow beside Mo Xie slowly stood up with slender snow-white legs. "Cole, lock up my pet with the Prison Lock, don't let him escape."

Click, Mo Ye, who was pretending to be asleep and snoring, tightened his neck, and the blood rushed towards his brain, swelling Mo Ye's face was red and his neck was thick, and his eyes were bulging. In front of him, a delicate and pretty person with two thin lips was smiling, and her big black pearl-like eyes were bent into the moon. "Young master, I said he was pretending to be asleep, but you don't believe it, he appeared in his original form when he was in the flail."

Mo Xie shrunk his neck tightly, his face turned purple, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words in his mouth. "Braided" holy sister, loosen the button, it's too tight.

In front of the bed stood the "braided" saint, two deep dimples, smiling flatly. "Yo, the little saint is very good at naming names, I thought you were so stupid."

The snow-white hand, which was as small as a child, reached over and clicked. Mo Ye's tongue stretched out, his face was black, and his breath was uneven.

The crooked eyebrows of the lotus-clothed saintess, and the sparkling phoenix eyes swept over a pair of "braids" Ke'er. "Hurry up and prepare the washing utensils, I finally caught such a pet that looks pleasing to the eye, don't toss to death."

Click, click. The Prison Saint Lock on Mo Xie's neck loosened twice, and Mo Xie let out a long breath, gasping for a long time before relieving his breath. The morning light shines through the empty window, and you take a closer look at the faint fragrance of the inner room. Under him is a soft wooden bed, delicately carved not flowers, birds, fish, but carved sages of different shapes, soft posture, lingering nudity.

Mo Xie grinned, this picture was even more explicit than the "Golden Plum Thirteen Style" of the puppet realm. Looking down, there was a finger-thick braided net on his body, which seemed to be tightly bound. Mo Xie moved, his body was pressed with a weight of 10,000 catties, and there was no room for movement.

By the red morning light. This is a holy boudoir, full of fresh sandalwood, crystal mirror dressers, light gauze and red man. The only crystal picture is a white-haired, affectionate saint with white hair and affection, holding a little white fluffy fox in her arms. The fox's eyes shone with a dark crystalline light, filled with a childish and curious luster, and the bright and dark eyes were remarkably smart and pretty.

Mo Xie shook his head and didn't figure it out, obviously out of the Linden City Teleportation Crystal Gate, how did he run here. Looking at Danhai inward, Bing Jiu fell asleep covered with a small quilt of crystal flowers. The big white hat of cold blood ice crystal covered the whole face, lying on the carved crystal chair obliquely, and if he moved, he could fall into the Danhai. The green willows are like wilted blades of grass, and the drooping branches float up and down. The lust with two green leaves was lying on a jade plate carved from golden flowers, motionless as if out of breath.

Mo Xie called out one name after another, called several times, but there was no response. Mo Xie sighed. When Mo Xie passed the fiftieth city, Danhai cried out for sleepiness. Bing Jiu and other small relics fell asleep one after another. I didn't expect to sleep until now.

Mo Ye's wrist moved, and thunderclouds blew on his gloomy face. "Dead fish, when did you escape".

The door of the squeaky building was opened, and the light gauze did not block the dazzling strong light, Mo Ye squinted his eyes fiercely, and saw a white-haired beauty walking into the inner room. Soft eyes swept Mo Xie. "Ke'er took the pet saint and set off, and today he has to pass through a hundred cities."

Poof, as soon as the fastened holy body was loosened, Mo Ye felt like a heavy burden. As if his neck was tightened, he had to stand up. Go with the tightness, take a step and loosen it. Mo Ye's face was deformed, and he wanted to condense the spell, but found that Danhai was not sealed, but he couldn't drive his mind.

"Young master, is it a sign for the little saint to put a mark on his head." "Braided" Ke'er shook his little head, and with a movement of his hand, a small crystal seal with a red fox shape was held in his hand. Mo Ye felt the fox mark emit a blazing firelight, and every curve was scorching and dazzling.

The young master in lotus root clothes was blue-eyed, affectionate, soft, and delicate, stretched out his snowy little hand, pinched Mo Ye's chin like water, shook it back and forth, picked up the black hair in front of Mo Ye's forehead, and shook his head with a sigh.

Mo Ye's eyes widened, staring at the delicate fish beads on Bai Nenyu's wrist, and scolded in his heart. "Pulsatilla, stealing Lao Tzu's fish".

Bang, Mo Xie felt dizzy, turned around dozens of times in place, and almost sat on the ground. "Braids," Curle chuckled into two deep dimples. "Little saint, you should be scolding me."

Half of Mo Ye's face had thin red finger prints, hot and swollen. Mo Ye's eyes darkened, and his anger burned with unquenchable anger. didn't wait for Mo Xie to be powerful.

The white dragon claws flew up and down in front of him, and Mo Ye felt pain in his right face, pain in his left face, pain in his front chest, and pain in his back buttocks. Boom, tom, tom. Mo Ye hadn't seen who hit it clearly, and he lay on the ground like a deflated skin. "Little Sage, isn't it different to taste the dragon claw hand for the second time?"

Mo Xie snorted and moved his sore body like a broken bone, struggled to stand up, grinned, gritted his teeth, and moved his body several times with a convulsive face. Sticking out his tongue and licking the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face was marked with hundreds of paw prints. A small opening opened in the thin skin of a book.

"Braided to the sky" Ke'er grabbed the young master who was about to fly the dragon's claws again, and pointed at Mo Ye's face with a shocked smile. "Young master, don't fight, it's broken."

The young master of the lotus robe withdrew his slender little hand, his eyes like the cold stars of the autumn water flashed with a suspicious light, and his slender and tender arms were gently raised, his nails were shiny and shiny, and the tips were thin, and he gently pulled off a layer of delicate skin of the book.

"Braided to the sky," Curle exclaimed. "Young Lord, the saints are fake".

The young master in lotus root clothes stared at Mo Xieguang's fair face, revealing an angular cold handsomeness, and his dark and deep eyes were glowing with charming color, shining with cold softness, like a bright moon in the night sky, which made people fascinated and excited.

The white shadow flashed, and five snow-white thin fingers were drawn in front of Mo Ye's face, and a hot wind blew. White Dragon Claw stopped. The young master in lotus root clothes gritted his fine teeth and said fiercely. "Little saint, dare to hook me with flattering eyes, believe it or not, and then put your face under a lower layer."

Mo Xie hid behind the statue, and the two crazy couldn't be provoked. Eyes like black crystals flickered, and their seductive eyes were lowered.

"Ke'er, you don't need to print it on your face, it's a pity that your little white face is uncomfortable to look at in the future, so find a place where you can't see it and print it." The young master's voice has not yet fallen. Mo Ye felt a cold and hot back of his neck, and there was a sound of burning skin. Then there is the smell of burnt skin.

Mo Xie snorted, raised his head, and the white and tender claw shadow flashed in the afterglow. Mo Xie closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Seven words came out of his mouth. "'Braids' print another one."

As soon as the neck tightened, Tom, I got a kick in the ass. "Let's go, you, Duoyin is beautiful, if you go to the beast city, the pet saint will have to kowtow to you." (To be continued......)