"Well, this regeneration is a spiritual flower in ancient times. It is not easy to grow one in this mortal world. The second one is absolutely impossible. Even in the fairy world, this regeneration flower is very popular. So Up to now, that person has not used up the regenerated flowers, which is why we have this chance." Naimo said.
"That Leng Hanling..." Mo Qingli hesitated to speak.
Naimo gently rubbed Mo Qingli's head, and said softly, "Don't worry, Leng Hanling is safe now."
"Well, good." Mo Qingli raised her hand to wipe the blood from Namo's mouth, "Then you should take good care of yourself now, and I'll go and talk to Leng Mei now, and see if there is any way for you to recover as soon as possible."
"No." Naimo grabbed Mo Qingli's hand with his backhand, and said to Mo Qingli with a serious expression: "Li, don't trust Leng Mei."
Hearing this, Mo Qingli was startled. If Mu Tianlang was wary of Leng Meixin, it might be because of their racial hostility over the years. But, why did Naimo say that? !
Seemingly seeing the doubts in Mo Qingli's heart, Naimo said, "I suspect that Leng Hanling's fall into such a state is caused by Leng Hanling."
Mo Qingli's heart sank, and a deep look of annoyance appeared on her face. She said, "No, it's not Leng Mei, it's me. It was because I was temporarily fascinated that day and almost sucked Leng Hanling's blood." Fuck, I made him like this. It's not cold and charming."
"Fool." Nai Mo rubbed Mo Qingli's hair, and said, "You stopped it in time, I think Leng Hanling should still be conscious at that time, right?"
Mo Qingli recalled the scene at that time, Leng Hanling did not pass out immediately, but fell asleep after talking to her a few words.
Seeing that Mo Qingli didn't speak, Naimo continued, "Although your spiritual power was consumed a lot that day, it was not completely empty, and after you drank Leng Hanling's blood for more than half, your body should have gradually recovered. Ying, then you are sentient. That's why you let go of Leng Hanling voluntarily."
"If this is the case, Leng Hanling at that time might have just fainted, not the appearance when I saw him."
Mo Qingli was shocked by Naimo's words, she never thought that such a situation would happen.
But, isn't Leng Hanling the Leng Mei patriarch? Moreover, Leng Hanling specially traveled thousands of miles to look for Leng Mei, and even had to fight Mu Tianlang to the death for Leng Mei.
With such a Leng Hanling, can Leng Mei really do anything
But what Ruonaimo said was the truth, and the depth of her scheming was simply chilling.
"I see." Mo Qingli suddenly stood up and said to Nai Mo, "Mo, you should take a good rest, I will make my own decision about the cold beauty."
Naimo wanted to say something more, moved her lips, but she didn't say anything after all, just nodded with a smile, and watched Mo Qingli out of the room.
As soon as she stepped out of the room, Mo Qingli said to Yue Yao who had been waiting at the door: "Send someone to watch Leng Mei, be careful."
"Yes." After taking the order, Yue-Yao went down to arrange staff.
Mo Qingli looked up at the sky, the sky was still full of stars, but her mood was not as relaxed as that day, but rather heavy.
Thinking of her first man in the mortal world, Xiaoyao Yunyan, a faint smile could not help but appear on the corner of Mo Qingli's mouth.
But now she doesn't want Xiaoyao Yunyan to be involved in her affairs, so she can only be indifferent to Xiaoyao Yunyan.
In the following time, Mu Tianlang suddenly seemed to be a different person, he ran towards Naimo's room courteously. Of course, Mo Qingli never told anyone about Naimo's waking up, so Naimo still pretended to be in a deep sleep.
On this day, Mu Tianlang came to Naimo's room again, and as soon as he entered the room, he saw Mo Qingli sitting on the table in the room, reading some book.
"Li, when did you come?" Mu Tianlang rubbed against Mo Qingli's side and asked attentively.
"Uh... I picked it up by accident." Mo Qingli handed the album in her hand to Mu Tianlang to look at, and continued: "However, it's so strange that the martial arts practiced by two people needs such flexibility (x/ing), It seems that human martial arts are not easy to practice!"
Saying that, Mo Qingli sighed softly.
Mu Tianlang glanced at it, twitched the corner of his mouth, snatched the album from Mo Qingli's hand, and stuffed it into his bosom.
"Hey, why are you snatching my album?!" Mo Qingli glared at Mu Tianlang, trying to snatch the album from Mu Tianlang's hand.
Mu Tianlang's expression darkened, and he said, "Where did you pick up this album?"
"I saw it when I passed by the garden." Mo Qingli was made a little serious by Mu Tianlang's serious appearance, and replied.
"Do you know what album this is?" Mu Tianlang continued to ask.
"Isn't it an atlas for human beings to practice martial arts?" Mo Qingli asked back, but seeing Mu Tianlang's expression, he seemed to understand something, and his face turned red suddenly.
Mu Tianlang leaned close to Mo Qingli, narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a warm (ambiguous) light in his blue eyes, "You know now?"
"This kind of album is thrown in the garden casually." Mo Qingli turned her head and said with a trace of anger.
Mu Tianlang chuckled, "Li...how about we also practice the 'Kung Fu' in there?"
He found that he liked to see Mo Qingli's shy expression more and more, that red face was like that overripe apple, which made people want to take a bite.
"No." Mo Qingli refused without thinking.
"Why?" Mu Tianlang narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at Mo Qingli with a hint of danger in his tone.
"Cough..." Mo Qingli looked at Nai Mo who was lying on the soft couch with vague eyes.
Mu Tianlang understood, a smile curled up on the corners of his lips, and he gently covered Mo Qingli's slender waist with his hands, and then pulled his cock (forward), making Mo Qingli's body tight Pressing close to herself, her thin lips moved to Mo Qingli's ear, and said with a hint of bewitching: "My little Lili is because of him?"
Mo Qingli raised her hand to push Mu Tianlang away, but the unique masculine aura emanating from Mu Tianlang's body attracted her, and even her hands gradually lost strength. By the time it was pushed to Mu Tianlang, it had already turned into (yu) refusal to welcome.
"If it's because of him, there's no need for it. Anyway, he's no different from a dead person now." Mu Tianlang said, his hands had already slowly (into) Mo Qingli's clothes (inside), covering the slippery clothes. tender skin.
There was a "bang", Mu Tianlang covered his head, turned around to look around, and shouted loudly: "Who the hell hit me on the head with something!?"
Mo Qingli smiled and said nothing, taking this opportunity, she rushed out, keeping Mu Tianlang far away.
"Li... Did you see who mixed things with me!?" Mu Tianlang covered his head with an aggrieved expression on his face. The duck (zi) in his hand just flew away, no wonder Mu Tianlang was so depressed.
Mo Qingli opened her eyes, pursed her lips and shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.
Mu Tianlang looked around the room, and besides him and Mo Qingli, there was only Naimo who was asleep in the room, and he didn't notice the existence of anyone else.
Seeing Mo Qingli pursing his lips and suppressing a smile, Mu Tianlang thought it was really Mo Qingli's prank just now. He stretched out his long hand, hugged (hugged) Mo Qingli's waist, and pulled him into his arms. He raised his hand and gently scratched the bridge of Mo Qingli's nose, and said, "My little Lili, you are so naughty that I can't let you go!" What should I do!? How about... just use your body (body) to compensate for your mischievousness just now, how about!?"
not so.
Mo Qingli glanced sideways at Naimo who was lying on the soft couch, and she took the blame for him once.
"Look at what that zombie is doing? I'm so pretty, look at me." Mu Tianlang saw that Mo Qingli's gaze was on (on) Naimo, so he couldn't help but sink his face, and straightened Mo Qingli's face. , pouted and said.
The moment Mo Qingli withdrew her gaze, she clearly saw the corners of Naim's mouth twitching while lying on the soft couch.
In order to let Mo Qingli focus on himself, Mu Tianlang's lips touched Mo Qingli's cold lips without warning, and his flexible tongue (head) easily and skillfully opened Mo Qingli's white teeth, The pink (tender) tongue that hooked Mo Qingli was entangled.
Suddenly, Mu Tianlang felt that something had hit the back of his head again, and the intense pain hit Mu Tianlang's senses one after another.
He yelled in pain, then narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of displeasure in his blue eyes, "Xiao Lili, you are so naughty. You are so aggressive now, then I won't be polite later." .”
In order to prevent Mo Qingli from "sneak attacking" him again, Mu Tianlang clamped Mo Qingli's hands with one hand, and then directly covered (on) the peak in front of Mo Qingli with the other hand, using force ) kneading (kneading), Mo Qingli groaned in pain.
"You're still naughty." Mu Tianlang's warm breath sprayed on Mo Qingli's face, but before he finished speaking, something hit the back of his head again. And compared to the previous two times, the pain was even more severe, and Mu Tianlang was finally furious.
"Mo, Qing, Li. Are you willing to make me stupid?" Mu Tianlang glared at Mo Qingli.
But looking at Mo Qingli's suppressed smile, Mu Tianlang felt that something was wrong.
Mo Qingli's hands were held by him, logically speaking, it was impossible for a third hand to hit him on the back of the head. Who could it be
Mu Tianlang stood up and looked around carefully. If there were people or monsters here, he should be able to feel it.
But why didn't he feel at all that other people or monsters entering and leaving the room, if it wasn't that the opponent's magic power had reached the state of perfection, or...
Mu Tianlang's eyes finally fell on Naimo who was lying on the soft couch with his eyes tightly closed.
Although he personally identified Namo as being extremely seriously injured before, it was almost difficult to wake up. However, apart from him and Mo Qingli, the only person here is Naimo.
At this time, apart from Nai Mo, Mu Tianlang didn't make any other guesses.