Mo Tianliao put his finger in his mouth and sucked it with a grin, seeing that the pale handsome face slowly regained its blood, and then became more and more red. Couldn't help but smile. He leaned over and squeezed with Qingtong, and tapped the tip of his nose, "What are you thinking?"
Qingtong coughed lightly and turned to look aside: "Do you want to marry this seat?"
"No..." Mo Tianliao pursed his lips and chuckled, saying it was a betrothal gift, the negative words just came to his lips, he swallowed them again, and turned to say, "Yes, I want to marry you, so I will later Just lie on the bed and wait for you to catch fish for me."
"Who will catch fish for you." Qingtong turned to stare at him.
"If you don't give me fish, then I can only eat cats," Mo Tianliao leaned over when he turned around, just happened to touch his lips, held the cool side face with one hand, and rubbed against him. Rubbing the tip of his nose, "Silly cat."
Besides you, who else can I marry? Who else can I marry
The array plate is very delicately done, and it is the foundation of a mountain protection formation. The dowry gift Mo Tianliao gave to Wo Yunzong is a mountain protection formation comparable to the Forged Heaven Demon Palace. It protects the hairs inside. balls.
Qingtong pushed him away, got up to leave, was wrapped around his waist by a pair of slender arms, and fell back onto Mo Tianliao's lap. He sat down suddenly, causing a sudden pain in a place where there was still some faint pain, and couldn't help groaning.
"Does it hurt?" Mo Tianliao was startled, and hurriedly hugged the slender leg and made him sit on top of him, seeing that his face was getting better, he continued to wrap his waist, "This dowry sect master will be satisfied. Bar?"
"Hmph," Qingtong snorted coldly, "It's obviously a dowry."
Mo Tianliao suddenly choked.
One person and one cat is a "dowry" or a "dowry", from the outer palace to the inner palace, from the yard to the bed, and until the middle of the moon, there is still no result.
"Did you not have the strength to finish the training before?" Qingtong, who was limp all over, was lying on the bed, weak and weak. This time, it was better. He bullied him once just after training in the refining room, and then bullied him again after he took a shower. So far, this guy is not even tired at all.
Mo Tianliao pursed his lips and held back a smile, pulled the quilt to cover him, and slowly rubbed his waist: "In the period of spiritual transformation, the energy of the endless wood will flood the whole body, how does the wood know that it is tired?" The power of Boundless Wood only exists in his flesh and blood. After the watering of seven or seven thunder tribulations, it has filled the muscles, dantian, and even every corner of the body. Completely unified.
Qingtong grunted and yawned.
Mo Tianliao pursed his lips and chuckled, pulled the quilt and wrapped him in his arms, stroking the sweaty temples: "Baby, when I said the dowry today, why did your face suddenly turn white? You don't want to marry. me?"
Qingtong was already very sleepy, so he stumbled into Mo Tianliao's arms: "I thought you were going to marry Fengsu."
"Ah?" Mo Tianliao was taken aback, what does this have to do with Feng Su? "Why should I marry her?"
Qingtong didn't speak, but quietly tightened Mo Tianliao's shirt.
Mo Tianliao frowned slightly: "Qingtong, are you hiding something from me?"
"No..." Qingtong turned around and turned his back to him.
"To be honest," Mo Tianliao turned over and looked at him condescendingly, "If I don't tell the truth, I will be tortured to extract a confession."
Qingtong glanced at him, closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows and said with a pretentious smile, "You brought this on your own." Then, he suddenly sank and rushed in.
"Ah..." Qingtong opened his eyes suddenly, a tear was forced out of the corner of his eyes, "Bastard... uh..."
"Don't tell me, eh?" Mo Tianliao moved his body.
"I'm going to sleep, um..."
The next day, Qingtong failed to get up. Mo Tianliao crept up to his feet and rubbed his teeth to touch the road behind him. He was really happy last night, but he was also repaired badly.
Putting on his shirt, he was going to take a good bath in the big hot spring in the yard, when he happened to run into Meng Hu who came to look for him.
"Junior brother, you..." Meng Hu looked at him up and down, his eyes widened.
Mo Tianliao only wore a pair of underpants, his upper body was naked, and he put on a coat, and the scratches on his body were clearly visible. With a dry cough, Mo Tianliao casually reached out and pulled his clothes, revealing the teeth marks on his shoulders.
"Oh, this is all made by Master, right?" Meng Hu frowned and leaned over to look.
"Yeah." Mo Tianliao moved his shoulders proudly and walked towards the hot spring pool.
"Healing Master, it's really hard for you." Meng Hu followed, and said earnestly.
Mo Tianliao paused, turned his head stiffly to look at Meng Hu with a decent face, and twitched the corners of his mouth. The complacent feeling just now disappeared, and the other party did not receive his bragging at all. Helplessly raised his hand and patted Meng Hu's head: "Qingtong is sleeping, don't disturb him."
Meng Hu came to him because there were a lot of old men coming over in the past few days of retreat, and he couldn't make a decision, so he let those people stay first. Those people are very urgent, and they have to ask him again every day. Therefore, Meng Hu came early so that Mo Tianliao could send those people away.
"Let them wait." Mo Tianliao soaked in the pool and slowly closed his eyes.
Meng Hu scratched his head and crouched down by the pool. Those people looked really anxious, and he was embarrassed to refuse.
"If you give them a good face, they will intensify. If you are dignified, they will not dare to bother you." Mo Tianliao patiently taught Meng Hu.
"Oh." Meng Hu nodded and wrote down these words, but suddenly he thought, why should he be dignified in front of Zongtian's subordinates? Well, yes, he is Zongtian's senior brother, so naturally he can't be bullied by his junior brother's subordinates.
The person who came this time is not a hidden force, but a manager of the "Baiwen Pavilion" who is on the bright side.
"Meet Your Honor." This steward is in charge of collecting information and is very important in Baiwen Pavilion.
Mo Tianliao glanced at him lightly: "Steward Chen, stay safe."
The man trembled indistinctly: "My self-esteem has cut off the news. Several Demon Venerables have divided their powers. Baiwen Pavilion has been distributed to Venerable Chixiang. My subordinates are truly ashamed of Venerable."
"If you recognize the new master, you will do things well for the new master, no need to feel guilty." Mo Tianliao raised his hand, and a servant brought him a glass of wine. He glanced at the maid who added the wine. appetite.
The servants recruited this time, the men's faces are loyal and the women's faces are plain, and they don't meet the standards of the magic palace at all. Mo Tianliao touched his chin, thinking about making a uniform mask for these people. Without beauty, he must be imposing. He couldn't make people see that it was burning fire or raising fish...
"My subordinates are grateful for the kindness of the Venerable, and look forward to the return of the Venerable every day." Chen Guanshi said emotionally.
Mo Tianliao paused while drinking, slowly raised his head to look at him, and a sneer slowly appeared on his lips: "So, do you still want to follow this seat?"
The man made another impassioned conversation, both inside and outside the words wanting to continue to follow Calgary.
Mo Tianliao put down the cup, turned Taishi into a finger knife and played with it in his hand: "I heard that Chixiang is also a fire attribute, so tell me, what is his weakness?"
"This... this subordinate is just an errand, how do you know the weakness of Demon Venerable?" Manager Chen broke out in a cold sweat.
The knives that were flexibly turning between the fingers suddenly froze and shot.
Chen Guanshi was already there, he quickly raised his hand to pick it up, suddenly felt a flower in front of his eyes, a black figure rushed over and left, his body was like a kite with a broken string, suddenly floated into the air, fell heavily, and suddenly spurted out A mouthful of blood, fell to the ground. When he raised his hand again, he saw that the Demon Venerable Gingtian was still in the same posture as before, sitting and playing with the finger knife, looking at him with a half-smiling smile.
"When people leave the tea, I won't blame you for following Chixiang, but if you want to inquire about the news for the new master, don't blame me for not remembering the old feelings," Mo Tianliao waved his hand, motioning to drag this man out, "Throw it away. Go to the killing squad."
"Aiya, Zongtian is still so ruthless." There was a coquettish complaint in the air.
Mo Tianliao got up, walked out of the hall, looked up and saw a woman, wearing a bright red Luo skirt, covered with a black gauze, standing in the void. The figure is exquisite and the beauty is like a peach and plum, which is the reason why Mo Tianliao "fighted" with his cat last night - Fengsu Mozun.
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
"The Punishment of the Demon Lord is Terrible"
Reporter Ban Lanhu: Jiaotian is ruthless, even his closest friends. Please read the report sent by the front line.
Master: hum
Carpenter: Don't say I'm going to be tortured
Master: Uh...don't...
carpenter: bahahaha
Reporter Pan Lanhu: …