Leng Yetong smiled lightly, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, then got up, opened the curtain and walked out of the carriage. After circling around Mo Teng for a few times, the smile in his eyes deepened, he shook his head with a light smile, and said, "Are you going to dig coal in the mountains?"
When Mo Teng heard this, his smile immediately converged. His face couldn't be darker. He clenched his hands into fists, gritted his teeth, and said, "If it wasn't for your orders, how could I be so embarrassed!?"
When he left, Mo Teng was wearing a pink satin shirt. When he came back, the pink satin shirt had turned dark red. His long purple hair was a little messy. Covered with a layer of light gray, the whole person presents a sub-healthy state. There was a bit of annoyance and helplessness in those devastated dark green eyes.
"Crack." Leng Yetong smiled softly, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, green light surrounded Mo Teng, and gradually, his pink satin shirt that had been covered with dust gradually returned to its original state, and his messy long hair also When it changed back to its original state, the hosta moved a few times to correct its position. The light gray layer on his face gradually faded away, revealing the fair skin below. Mo Teng's whole person changed back to the original appearance. The embarrassment just now was like a flash in the pan, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if he had an illusion.
"You are really arrogant. You can obviously restore your original elegance, but you came back in such a messed up look. Tell me, what do you want from me." She smiled, and the beautiful voice fell on the devil. There were ripples in Teng's heart.
"What do I want, you should be very clear about this." Mo Teng smiled ambiguous, threw a wink, and the words he said were extremely ambiguous. Listening to Mo Teng's words, Baili Liumo almost couldn't control himself, and really wanted to go down and clean up this ancient god of war! Coquettish is okay, but don't be coquettish to his woman!
"I know, but I can only create opportunities for you. As for whether it will be successful or not, then it is up to you." Leng Yetong lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then said lightly, raised his eyes to look at Mo Teng, stretched out his hand, and said, " Well, I also agreed to your request. Whether it is successful or not is out of my consideration. I can't control that kind of illusory thing. Now it's time to give me what I want. "
"Okay." Mo Teng agreed readily, raised his hand and grabbed it in the air, a black slate appeared in his hand, blew the dust on it gracefully, and carefully handed it to her hand, a pair of peach blossom eyes full of charm, lips While sketching a slight smile, he said, "Be careful with this thing. It took me a lot of effort to get it out. It's not easy to control."
"I see." Leng Yetong raised her eyes and said lightly. Looking at the dusty slate, she frowned slightly, hesitated, took out a white silk handkerchief from her bosom, and took the slate across the handkerchief with a look of disgust.
"If the people of the Mozu knew that you had this kind of expression when you treated this thing, I think they would be mad with anger." Seeing this, Mo Teng couldn't help chuckling, folded his arms and took a step back. There was a shallow smile in his long and narrow eyes, he looked down at her, and said jokingly, "It's really rare to see such an expression on your face."