"Luding Nima! Your whole family is a furnace!" Mo Ye was dead, and she cursed happily. He lifted his foot and kicked to Jun Huantian's waist, "I am not you, mother, I can see people. on!"
Jun Huantian caught the foot kicked by Mo Ye, his face was so dark that water dripped out, gritted his teeth and said: "Woman, do you want to die?!"
"Before you die, I will let you cut off your children and grandchildren, and turn you into a ruined tripod!" Mo Ye shook his heart and kicked again.
Jun Huantian held Mo Ye’s ankles, pinched her neck, and avoided it on one side. Mo Ye was like rushing into Jun Huantian’s arms, hitting his strong chest, and being caught by his foot again, struggling for a while. It's hard to understand.
At this moment, an extremely eager voice came from a distance, and the volley resounded through the sky, "Friends of Daoists are merciful!!"
Mo Ye didn't move for a moment, and her heart of mourning was greater than death. At this moment, she just wanted to evaporate in this world.
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Zhu Zifan felt Mo'er's breath, and his belief in death was so strong that he flew over with all his strength and shouted from a distance.
Of course, this is what caught his eye.
Mo'er had messy hair buns, disheveled clothes, and a large piece of snow-white back, with only a red bellyband hanging from it, which seemed to be showing him something.
The movements of Mo'er and the man in black were also extremely unbearable. Although the man was pinching Mo'er's neck, their bodies were almost entangled together. Mo'er's legs were tied to the man's waist. The part is almost close.
Looking at Mo'er's face, it was obviously easy to look at, but the slight sweat on the cheeks, the delicate blush, and the peach-eyed face with autumn water, it was really...too unbearable!
"Mo'er, is it really you?" Zhu Zifan stopped a few steps away from them. When he came, he was also surprised at why the man in black appeared here, a little bit jealous of his identity. .
Secondly, he really didn't want to believe that the woman who looked like a slut in front of him was his pure and pure foam.
Mo Ye's mood at the moment is no longer enough to describe it as terrible. A evil star, a scumbag, she doesn't want to have anything to do with anyone, how can she get out
The evil star wants her life, she is already enlightened.
The scumbag Zhu Zifan doesn't want her life, but can continue to get involved with him, the process may be worse than death, and the end is still death.
Thinking about it, Mo Ye's hand hooked Jun Huantian's neck like bonelessness. This man had a bad temper, and she might be able to die faster.
The moist eyes were picked up, and the red lips curled into a sensual arc, pinching the soft and sweet voice, and said: "Brother, Mo'er has found a beloved person."
Zhu Zifan's face turned black, suppressing the nausea in his heart, and holding a fist to Jun Huantian: "This fellow Taoist, the disciple Zhu Zifan, who is in Xia Nai, is the disciple Zhu Zifan. It is Mo'er's blessing to be favored by fellow daoists, but forgiveness cannot cut love."
The road to cultivation is long. Although it is necessary to abandon distracting thoughts and focus on cultivating the Tao, there are not a few people who are lonely and form two cultivators to practice together.
Most of the rituals for forming a pair of monks are the same as weddings, and are witnessed by the world. After that, they are in the same body, and no one else can get in.
Of course, there will be people who will turn back in the future, and Laoyan will be separated, but if the two monks are dismantled and the love is smashed by the sword, if it is spread, it will definitely be spurned by the world.
Cultivation has lasted for hundreds of years. Therefore, the monks naturally cherish their reputation extremely, and no one wants to go through a hundred years with the treatment of a mouse crossing the street, adding obstacles to their already difficult journey of cultivation.
And Zhu Zifan said that, as long as a man with self-awareness will let go, not to mention, his identity as a major disciple to the holy gate will be weighed several times, and then he will be afraid of his identity and background.
Even if Zhu Zifan did not have a ceremony to form a Taoist couple with Mo'er, it would not be troublesome to ask the teacher to testify. In short, the man must not dare to recite the scornful name, and to the holy gate, that is the entire Mangshan Mountain. No one in the world dare to offend a sect easily.