Mo Xie's eyes were dancing with graceful wicker, writhing his devilish figure, concave and convex, crisp chest and pretty buttocks. ecstatic eyes, pink cheeks slightly red, first-class saliva flowing from cherry-like red lips.

The flower-like pretty face changed, and in Mo Ye's eyes, there were only dozens of red-eyed and toothy she-wolves, sticking out their tongues, dripping saliva, and dancing their front paws like zombies climbing down from the trees.

"Grandma Lust Save Me". Mo Ye couldn't help but beg for it, and if he didn't ask for it again, dozens of wolf-like saints pounced on him, and the immortals were also drained.

"Mo Shengyou, that's right." Crystal jade water droplets flew out of the Moxiedan Sea. A flash sank into the eyebrows of Bian Le and Gu Xin.

Bian Le and Gu Xin froze coldly, and their dazed and overwhelmed minds went blank. His face flushed and his long eyelashes slowly drooped, as if he was fighting against sleep. The soft shoulders that were as clear as snow jade kept shaking, and Zhang Yi's eyes looked through the scattered hair, aiming at Mo Ye who was not covered by his clothes.

Mo Xie fled and fled into the boulder, leaving behind a panicked word. "It's none of my business, it's a strange piece of wood."

Bian Le and Gu Xin knew that Mo Xie had escaped, and had no intention of stopping it, their cheeks burned with a bright flush, their eyes were lowered, their long eyelashes moved gently, and they took a deep breath, and neither of them looked at each other. With a twist of his graceful and slender waist, he pounced on dozens of zombie-like masters and sisters crawling in the grass.

Towering thousands of miles, a sharp sword straight into the blue sky, lofty mountains and green ridges around a piece of mountain col plains, the mountain col is lush and green, thick shade everywhere. The clear mountain stream meanders and flows in the shade of thousands of trees. Mo Xie stood in the air, looking at the empty mountains, as if they were covered with a light veil. The heart is infinitely sad.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, Mo Xie has been trapped in the Desire Heart Cave for ten years, and the time in the Desire Heart Peak and Desire Sea has passed in a snap of his fingers, and it has been six years. Mo Xie smiled indifferently, compared to Wu Shan, he was much luckier. At least it didn't make Bing Jiu wait a thousand years.

Mo Xie escaped and fell outside the city of Shunzhen. Shunzhen is more prosperous than more than ten years ago, the sage in the ten-mile pavilion is bustling, a pavilion of one hundred zhang, scattered antique corridors, the eaves pick the corners, the root of the carved windows, the zigzags extend more than ten zhang. The sages who were not in a hurry to enter the town sat in the pavilion fanning their fans and chatting about interesting things about the holy realm. "Holy friend, who do you say this ethereal flower can fall to."

"It's hard to say. Eight mountains, twenty holes, and forty-seven families will come, and it is impossible to say who is rich and rich." A fair-skinned saint with delicate facial features shook a fan.

Mo Xie stopped suddenly, and the wood generally stood still in the crowd, staring at the crowd with two eyes stunned. "Bidding for Ethereal Peak, how can it be so fast".

"Give way, give way ......". A low roar that seemed to come out of his throat with his mouth closed. A colorful flower shadow appeared in the sky, and fell behind Mo Ye with a bang, and the beautiful flower disappeared in an instant. A group of ragged saints pulled a crystal cart and stopped behind Mo Xie. The car had to stop, Moxie Station was too far away, and it happened to be the center of the official road.

On the crystal cart sat a pair of sages. The saint's fine pattern bottom holy robe, with a lotus pattern armor inside. The sixth-order solid root, the body exudes a complex temperament, ghostly, and handsome. Lewd, ethereal! As soon as the car landed on the ground, it was filthy, with the scorching wind. It can suffocate people.

In the arms of the saint, the fifth-order saintess of Gugen with a devilish fiery figure was in her arms, and the big wavy bun spread out the saint's arms, and the open chest and shoulder-length armor squeezed out two snow-white flesh peaks, and the deep peak groove could reach out without palms, the goose-yellow ultra-short mini battle skirt exposed the slender thighs to the roots, and the courage of this perfect leg was a little apart, and the mini battle skirt could be bounced to the waist.

"Give way, give way ......". The old voice shouted in a low voice behind the stunned Mo Xie.

Mo Xie's two silkworm eyebrows were tightly locked, although the voice was low, it was familiar and worrying, it was the hometown tone, which indexed the hometown style and family sorrow. Mo Ye slowly passed over.

A man in ragged clothes, his eye sockets were deeply sunk, the frost knife of the years slashed off the cheeks of Fenghua and met Mo Ye's eyes, his eyes were paired, and his face full of wind and frost immediately turned earth gray, and he lowered his head and stepped back.

The crystal hand flew out, and Mo Xie gently separated the sage who was pulling the cart, raising his eyebrows like white frost, and looking at the crystal car with blazing eyes.

On the crystal car, the saint leaned lightly on the back of the dragon-patterned seat, held the sunflower seed and gently stuffed it into his mouth, and with a crisp bite, the sunflower seed skin spit out to the sage who pulled the cart on one side. Slowly bowing her head, the saliva rolled sunflower seeds dripped into the little mouth of the holy cherry. Spit out a mouthful of saliva, the tips of the two thin eyebrows slowly raised, and the corners of his eyes tightened and two strange cold gazes shot towards Mo Ye.

"Yo, what a handsome saint, is there anything in your way to get in the way of your sister? Come, sit in my sister's arms and talk." The saintess who caught the saliva of the sunflower seed, the sunflower turned twice in her mouth, turned her head slightly, and under the two curved eyebrows, she flickered with a streamer.

Mo Xie smiled and pointed to a pair of sages with messy hair covering their faces. "Holy friend, these two holy slaves, can you give in."

The saint was stunned for a moment, her face seemed to be smiling, there was a trace of resentment at the corner of her mouth, her charming eyes condensed, suddenly glowed, and a sly disdainful smile flashed. "It's not difficult, I'm tired of playing, saint, saint?

The corners of He Shang's mouth bent slightly downward, and a mouthful of terrifyingly white teeth came out. The roots of the teeth were staggered, as if they had bitten a stone for grinding teeth. "Baby, with you, those stinky saints are useless."

The corners of the saint's mouth are slightly upturned, the two dimples are like two beautiful flowers in full bloom, the eyebrows are bent, and the watery eyes are shining with the light of color. "Holy friend, 10,000 spars are sold, you can take them away."

Mo Ye's contemptuous smile was coldly fixed on his face, and a wave of sneering ripples dispersed. The holy woman and He Shang's eyes froze, staring ahead in a daze. After ten inhales, he couldn't help but shudder, glanced at the holy bag in his arms, and his divine sense swept to the young and two elders in front of the city gate of Shunzhen ten miles away, and his teeth were clattering in fright.

"Back to the mountain". He Shang's face became very ugly, pulling the crystal chain on the holy slave's body, bursts of refreshing fragrance permeated, and the crystal car turned into a colorful flower shadow and disappeared into the sky.

The ragged saint priest limped step by step, pulling the stumbling saint to follow Mo Ye closely, limping two steps closer to Mo Ye's side, trembling to bow to Mo Ye. "Thank you Mo Gongzi for rescuing, otherwise Qiong Lin and Mao Yu will die in Botu Mountain."

Mo Xie glanced at Qiong Lin and Mao Yu, and the half-kneeling bodies of the two straightened up suddenly. Mo Ye's eyebrows jumped. "Damn, I knew that Lu Dao was Botu Mountain, and Lao Tzu didn't need to be so big."

"Qiong Shengyou, Mao Shengyou, you're welcome, this is a hundred crystals, you go to the crystal pool to wash, change into holy clothes, I'll wait for you in Dongshun Medicine Crystal Shop." Mo Xie smiled and put a holy bag into Qiong Lone's black hand, which was covered with wrinkles like a ditch. Dodge and disappear into the Holy Horde.

Qiong Lin grabbed the holy bag tightly, for fear of disappearing, and pulled her whole body to twitch without squeaking, suppressing Mao Yu who was in pain and sighing. Walking to a secluded corner, the two hugged each other and cried like children. I couldn't tell if it was tears or black spots in the mud.

Mo Xie looked up at the small and magnificent stone building, I haven't seen it for more than ten years, Dongshun Yaojing Store is a lot more generous, the gray tone of the stone building, revealing the ancient charm, two fragrant white magnolia flowers bloom on both sides of the store.

Mo Xie shook his head in a daze, Boss Dong didn't put a lot of thought into medicine. Magnolia flowers are medicinal herbs, and before they can be planted in the medicine crystal shop, they must apply to the Holy City, and only thousand-year-old shops can allow them to grow white magnolia flowers. It seems that the inheritance of Dongshun Yaojing Store has reached a thousand years. No wonder business is so good.

I saw a crowd of people moving in front of Dongshun Yaojing Shop, discussing around the crystal plate. Mo Xie smiled. "Is it calendula again?"

Mo Xie squeezed several times before he saw the crystal card. There are not many crystal words. "Holy news, this shop has obtained the privilege of entering the outer realm of the Ethereal Peak to collect medicines, and each of the medicine sages will have 1,000 spars."

"". Mo Xie scolded in his heart, he used his life to enter the Ethereal Peak in order to collect calendula, and now he will enter when he gives money. Mo Xie is so angry in his heart! Miao Feng is now surnamed Mo, why didn't he, the young master of Miao Peak, speak, who dared to open the peak.

Mo Xie was just scolding and angry, if these people knew that they were the young master of the Ethereal Peak, the uncle, they would have been arrested and sent to offer treasures.

Mo Ye stared at the crystal card with wide eyes, and helplessly squeezed out the Holy Clan. Walk into the medicine crystal shop.

"Holy friend, what kind of medicine crystals do you want to sell?" Mo Xie's feet didn't enter the door, and the medicine boy greeted him happily.

"I'm here to visit the Winter Friends". Mo Xie smiled and looked around at the medicine crystal shop. Today's crystal shop is full of medicinal crystals, and Mo Xie scratches his eyes, at least more than 5,000 kinds of medicinal crystals. Could it be because of the ethereal opening of the peak?

"Holy friend, the old shopkeeper is in the old age and is not long in the holy world, if you are his holy friend, you can enter through the back door." With desolation in his eyes, the medicine boy whispered.

The backyard of the medicine crystal shop is winding and secluded. The towering ancient cypress lush leaves cover most of the yard, all kinds of strange stones and flowers are dotted under the shadow of the trees, the only open space that shines through the sun, several long stone poles are crawling with flower vines, dense green leaves lined with yellow flowers, delicate and bright.

Ten thousand loofahs? Mo Ye was stunned, it turned out to be ten thousand loofahs in the puppet realm.

The tiny filaments on the yellow flower vine are like silver filaments, shining in the sun. The tender green silk turned its head and curled back and forth, stretching and grasping at the weeds in the distance, as if it liked the green shadow, and wanted to break free from the captivity and restraint of the stone pole frame.

Next to the stone pole stand is a black Taishi chair. The shriveled robe was covered empty, and there were no silver threads shining in the sun, and there was no emaciated skinny old sage in the stone chair. The brown spotted neck gently turned to the side, pulling out the deep lines of the ravine, and in the deep sunken eye sockets, a pair of brown eyes, staring at the thorny tender melon between the green leaves and yellow flowers on the stone frame, stretched out a hand crawling like an earthworm, as if to grasp the plush thorny loofah.

Mo Ye gently walked to the old saint's stone chair and bowed deeply. "Winter Saint, I'll help you take it off."

Dong Xun stared lovingly at the tender loofah and whispered to himself. "Don't touch it, it's from my mother, it's thin and long, and the white and green melon is like a layer of honey-like hoarfrost, and the juice is rolling down. A bite is as sweet and cool as honey". (To be continued......)