Fortunately for Qianhua, Mo Yunye has never been able to determine the identity of the little dragon cub. Now in front of everyone, he cannot forcefully take possession of Hange's "son". Naturally, he can only watch as Hange hugs the dragon cub tightly and behaves seriously again. He stepped onto the dark clouds that were about to fall and poured down heavy rain, and flew away towards the Nine Heavens in a heroic and majestic manner.
Even though the gods were unwilling, they were at a loss what to do after all. After Mo Yunye dispersed all the heavenly soldiers, he slowly approached Qianhua and said softly: "Come to my study. "Then he soared into the clouds first. At that time, the breeze blew slowly past his face. Qianhua never felt a trace of warmth in the spring, but only the endless chill, like an endless loss, invading the trembling heart like a tide...
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So she anxiously flew all the way to the East Garden of Yunqi Palace and walked into Mo Yunye's study. Qianhua tried her best to put on an innocent face and faced Mo Yunye's unabashed disappointment.
"Where did that dragon cub come from?"
"I brought it from the ghost world."
"really?"
"It's true!"
"you are lying."
"No!"
Mo Yunye looked at Qianhua with a gloomy expression, his water pupils flickered on and off, and his words were like broken jade falling into a lake, making water ripples softly and softly, but it made people shudder.
But Qianhua was determined and unyielding, and her answers were simple, clear, and sonorous, refusing to admit the truth that she knew in her heart: "If you don't believe me, you can go straight to the ghost world and ask Hange for answers!"
Mo Yunye sneered low and said with a feminine venom: "Are you brave now? You know that with the current tense situation between me and the demon world, it is impossible for me to break up with the ghost world and put myself at a disadvantage for an uncertain answer. , so you are becoming more and more unscrupulous, right?" As he spoke, he raised his cold fingers and gently touched Qianhua's soft but tight lips. After a few gentle touches, he suddenly leaned down and lowered his head, with two slightly cold thin lips. Just like that, she tightly covered Qianhua's fragrant lips, then turned and licked them with considerable force.
Qianhua's body stiffened, her thoughts panicked, and she resisted instinctively. She liked Mo Yunye, but it didn't mean she liked his overbearing punishments. Therefore, she gritted her teeth and pressed her lips together to prevent his evil tongue. , there is a chance to pry open the shell teeth and drive straight in.
This rebellious refusal completely angered Mo Yunye. He suddenly opened his mouth and bit Qianhua's lips. Then without any hesitation, he lowered his weight, closed his white teeth, and directly chewed through the two petals of Qianhua's fragrant flowers. Immediately, the sweet and fishy blood roared into his body, and his animalistic instincts were aroused in a trance, sucking the red nectar to his heart's content.
Qianhua obviously felt the pain, but she still gritted her teeth and refused to hesitate, because what was more painful than her lips was the taunting voice that Mo Yunye couldn't understand her true meaning: "Then Nanli Did Yue feed you a drug that didn't work? So that you took every opportunity to prevent me from killing him? And that damn ghost king, you would rather raise a dragon cub with him than listen to me. And wantonly resist?"
Qianhua's heart froze, and there was a moment of blankness, and then it surged into the sourness of sadness and resentment: It is true that she has the intention to protect Nan Liyue day and night, and it is true that she completely trusts Han Ge's sincerity, but everything happened because of a selfish intention She wanted to live a sweet and stable life with him, Mo Yunye, without war or hatred. When Qianhua tried her best to maintain this relationship, he went up the cliff alone and fell astray. He was so crazy and violent that he went crazy.
Mo Yunye suddenly felt that although the beauty in his arms had a soft and boneless human body, invisible hedgehog thorns stood up on the jade skin, invisible but touchable, as strong as the Heavenly Lord Mo Yunye. Even though you won't be stabbed, the sting is felt all your life.
However, Mo Yunye did not let go of Qianhua immediately. After licking her wounds until they were healed, Fang Yi still let go of his arms. At that time, the tingling sensation on his body was still strong, but the anger in his heart had disappeared a lot, as if Only by holding her in the palm of your hand can you suppress the resentment that you have endured for thousands of years, and prove to a pair of eyes that are coldly laughing at you in the dark that you are not submissive and worthless, but what is the power that is hidden in the invisible and cruelly forcing you? Where did it come from, Mo Yunye himself couldn't explain it. He only stubbornly, inexplicably and blindly asked himself: He cannot lose. He, Mo Yunye, can't afford to lose to anyone or anything, so he can't lose no matter what. !
Now she let go of Luo Qianhua and regained her composure. Before she walked away, she only left a low and low voice: "You are mine. There is no chance for Hongxing to cheat." The third part is tiredness, the third part is melancholy, and the other part is all evil and domineering.
Qianhua stood there in a daze, not showing any emotions of sadness or joy, until Mo Yunye's white and elegant figure disappeared from the corner of the Dongyuan winding corridor. Qianhua suddenly woke up in a trance: she was locked in the study!
He hurriedly rushed to the door and tried to open the door, but the barrier that blocked the study was set by Mo Yunye himself. Qianhua had no chance to break through, so he could only return to the house gloomily, lay down on the couch, and put the messy Ma's thoughts took a rest: this adventure undoubtedly angered Mo Yunye, but at least he sent the little dragon cub away without any danger, delaying the devastating damage caused by Qixing Longyuan until he tried his best to prevent it. At this point, even if it inevitably caused Mo Yunye to be disappointed with himself, the wound that was about to be torn could still be repaired slowly, which was better than when he wielded the Seven-Star Longyuan sword and swung it, and Nan Liyue's fate was uncertain. , I will never be able to escape the shackles of the demon spirit and become an immortal...
Thinking like this, Qianhua let go of her ups and downs, relieved her fatigue, and took a nap on the soft couch for a while; Mo Yunye wanted to think about it behind closed doors, and wait until his anger completely subsided before letting him go out. It doesn't matter, anyway, the life of being locked up in a cage in the devil world has given Qianhua the ability to release her physical and mental freedom as much as possible in a small space. As long as she has food, drink and is not abused, her life will still pass calmly.
But when Qianhua woke up and found that it was completely dark, she remembered what the little dragon cub had told her before leaving - cut off the tail!
"This little brat won't let you rest when you leave!" Qianhua muttered and stood up. After looking around the study room, she only caught a glimpse of a bowl of ginseng, jujube and quail soup that someone had placed on the table.
But now, the soup is cold.
It loses its flavor as it cools down. Qianhua is obviously not hungry, but when she sees it, her stomach full of gluttons still begins to roam around in her blood, making her whole body uncomfortable. (To be continued)