Because of the hollowing out, the purple Nine Soul Crystal looks much lighter in color, showing a faint pinkish purple. The silver inlaid on the outside tightly wraps every edge of the spar, and it is polished to an extremely rounded shape. Scratches the skin. It landed on the palm of the white to almost transparent, even more crystal clear.
The cold and beautiful eyes looked at Mo Tianliao on the ground lightly, without caring or ridiculing, just looking at it like that: "You are in retreat for ten days, just to practice this?" It was really very attentive.
"Yes..." Mo Tianliao took a breath and was about to get up when he suddenly widened his eyes and rushed over, "Hey, don't!"
Seeing that the white hand suddenly turned, the nine soul crystal pendant in the palm of the palm fell straight to the ground. Qingtong was just unhappy at first, and he had never seen this idiot make things so much for anyone other than him. Now seeing Mo Tianliao rushing over to pick it up regardless of his physical weakness, he was instantly angry, and with a wave of his hand, the pendant that almost fell into Mo Tianliao's hand flew out instantly, and slammed heavily on the refining furnace, sending out crisp broken pieces. cracking sound.
The crystal slag splashed on his face, and Mo Tianliao's face changed suddenly, and he couldn't help shouting: "What are you doing!" He got up and quickly picked up the pendant, and the soul trapped in it was about to escape. , Mo Tianliao quickly held the pendant in the palm of his hand, held his breath, and absorbed the soul that he had finally pulled out.
There wasn't much of a ray of divine soul, and he would be fine if he lost this point and had a headache for a few days, but there was also Mo Xiaozuo's divine soul among them. For him with a broken soul, every little bit is precious. If it cannot be repaired completely because of the loss of this little bit, Mo Tianliao really has nowhere to cry.
Qingtong was startled by the sudden scolding, took a step back, and then froze. Mo Tianliao, unexpectedly, yelled at him for a magic weapon made for others! Slowly turned around, and quickly left the fire room.
Mo Tian wasted a lot of energy to absorb his soul back, opened his eyes and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. Originally, his spiritual power was completely depleted. After swallowing a Qi-returning elixir and inhaling a spirit stone, I had the strength to repair the broken Nine Soul Crystal.
Fortunately, it was just a bump. Although the spirit was leaked, the magic circle was still intact. Mo Tianliao brought some other materials and repaired it. The flaws on the appearance were quickly repaired, and it looked as good as before. two.
"Although I really don't want to remind you, my master, but you just scared the kitten away. If you don't coax him, you won't want to go to bed tonight, tsk tsk." The big tortoiseshell mouth said coldly.
Mo Tianliao just remembered that when he was in a hurry, he actually lost his temper with the master. He slapped his forehead, raised his legs and ran out, and fell down as soon as he reached the door. Mo Tianliao had no energy in his body just after finishing the refining process and wasted his soul. If he gave him a pillow, he would be able to fall asleep immediately.
Patting his face to wake himself up, Mo Tianliao took out a pill from the storage bracelet and swallowed it. Feeling that his body regained strength, he immediately stood up and walked towards Qingning Palace.
"What's wrong with him?" Mo Tianliao asked Taishi as he walked. In the past few days, when he was refining tools, the kitten didn't come to accompany him. As soon as he met, he became angry and threw things. There must be a reason.
"What else could the cat be angry about?" Taishi said gloatingly, "Langjun's heart has been changed, and you won't come back, yah, yah, you won't return, what should you do with your concubine..." As he spoke, he babbled. Yadi sang, and the tone I learned from somewhere was very sad.
"Shut up!" Mo Tianliao rubbed his forehead, his head aching slightly. As a Demon Venerable, his temper is not very good. All his patience and gentleness in his life have been spent on this cat. Today's matter , It is a lie to say that he is not angry, this uncle has been used to more and more outrageous. However, when Jiuhunjing fell, he had a headache, and he was afraid that something would happen to Qingtong.
Stopping in front of Qingning Palace, after a short pause, he lifted his foot and walked in. Mo Tianliao pushed open the door of the inner hall while spurning himself in his heart.
The door was half-closed, and there was no restriction. Mo Tianliao walked in lightly and saw the person lying on the bed at a glance, with his back to him, his face could not be seen clearly, he must be angry. Climbing into the bed, Mo Tianliao pursed his lips, grabbed his master's shoulder, and slowly leaned over: "That... Qingtong!"
Before he could say the words to coax the cat, Mo Tianliao suddenly exclaimed, and quickly took the person who was trapped in the bed half into his arms, and anxiously dragged out the pale handsome face with one hand: "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
"Hmm..." The long eyelashes trembled, and they opened slightly, the sweat dripping down one by one from the head, opened his mouth, but there was a low groan of pain, and the hand holding the sheet was already Blue veins popped up.
Oops, it must have been the one who touched Qingtong's soul just now.
Qingtong was in so much pain that he couldn't see people clearly, and felt Mo Tianliao was coming.
This man has taken him away since he was very young, gave him delicious food and fun, let him scratch and gnaw, and tugged his collar to sleep with him on a cold night. This kind of love is something that Master and Senior Brother cannot give. For a kitten who just lost a parent, this guy who always smiles a little silly is all there is to him.
It never occurred to me that Mo Tianliao would stop pampering him one day. He knew that he liked furry things, but he just liked them. Mo Xiaopao knew very well that those little things were not as good as his own for Mo Tianliao. Therefore, when he knew that Mo Tianliao wanted to give Shuangren a training Although he was a little concerned, he was not too angry.
It's just that this time seems to be different from the past. This person doesn't want any reward. He spent ten days refining such a thing. He was tired like a dead dog. He was not allowed to touch the pendant, and he even lost his temper at him.
His heart suddenly ached, Qingtong quickly left the fire room, feeling that he would not be able to stay there for a moment, and he didn't want to see Mo Tianliao's angry face at all.
"You... go away..." Qingtong raised his hand and pushed him with a trembling voice.
Mo Tianliao felt extremely distressed. How could he listen to him? He groped for the Concentration Pill in the storage bracelet, but because Qingtong moved around, he couldn't grasp his wrist at all.
"Ah..." After finally grabbing his wrist, Qingtong suddenly cried out in pain, and suddenly raised his hands to hug his head.
"Qingtong, Qingtong!" Mo Tianliao hugged him tightly, "Be good, don't be afraid, I'm here."
"Well... it hurts... it hurts..." Qingtong was already a little out of his mind, leaning against the familiar arms, his voice was weak, like a coquettish cry for help.
Mo Tianliao's heart was broken when he heard it, he was about to go to the sect master while holding him, but his slender hands grabbed his neck, and his thin lips that lost the color of blood slowly came over and kissed him tightly. lip.
The act of hugging the person stopped immediately, Mo Tianliao's eyes widened, looking at the beauty in his arms like a cat, he couldn't gently rub against his lips, he only felt his head buzzing, and he suddenly forgot everything. . Slowly hugging the clumsy kisser, Mo Tianliao dragged the back of his head with one hand and kissed back deeply.
The sweet taste is entangled between the lips and teeth, the light and cool touch is intoxicating, the humming from the breath is maddening, and the urge to be provoked is relieved a little, Mo Tianliao forcibly restrained his mind and warned himself that he was pregnant. The middle man is in pain, and he can't indulge himself in pleasure without caring about his life or death.
Just as he was about to tear his lips off that beautiful place, he suddenly heard a comfortable grunting sound overflowing from his clear throat. Mo Tianliao was stunned for a moment. He carefully felt that the tense body in his arms had already slowed down. Take it easy, even with some cozy laziness.
How is this going? Could kisses relieve pain? Mo Tianliao was startled by his own ridiculous thought, and slowly parted, the thin lips followed him like last time.
It seems that it can really relieve pain, and there is such a good thing!
Mo Tianliao's heart was full of mixed feelings, and all kinds of mixed thoughts came one after another.
He's my cat, it doesn't seem good to bully him like this...
He is my master, so frivolous he seems to be deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors...
However, even Buddhist cultivators could not resist such temptation...
However, I like him and have no intention of resisting...
Will he wake me up and scratch me into shavings...
In the end, all the distracting thoughts were tangled into a ball and smashed into slag, leaving only one sentence, "It's a bastard if you don't take advantage of it!"
So, Mo Tianliao followed the nature of a demon cultivator and did whatever he wanted. He hugged the beauty in his arms and fell back to the soft bed, kissed the sweet lips deeply, and caressed the soft top of his hair with one hand.
The soul is unstable, the hair that was originally like ink has turned into snow white, and it spreads out softly.
Mo Tianliao rubbed his head to ease his headache while taking advantage.
Tai Shi quietly turned into a candlestick, squatting on the bedside and pretending to be dead. At such a time, he knew that he had to shut up even if he didn't wink, otherwise he would wake up the two of them, and what awaited him was the test of the Ice and Fire Double Heaven.
From the time of refining the artifact in the magic palace, this cat has been spraying ice balls on it. At that time, it was still a weak and fragile intelligence that had just been stripped from the treasures of heaven and earth by Mo Tianliao! Being frozen like that, it hurts so much that even with the indestructible shell now, I'm still very afraid of the cat's ice ballast.
As for the fire in the wood... Tai Shi pretended to drop a drop of tortoiseshell-colored molten liquid, and he said more and more tears.
"Hmm..." The intense headache was instantly relieved when the lips and teeth touched. As the kiss deepened, the other half of the soul seemed to be able to touch a little, so the feeling of breaking the mirror and reuniting was really beautiful. Qingtong gradually regained his sanity and realized what he was doing, but instead of pushing Mo Tianliao away, he let him do what he did.
One is lack of strength, and the other is too comfortable.
Seeing the cold eyes open, looking at him quietly, the light-colored glass eyes are clear, the master is awake! Sober up and let him be frivolous!
Mo Tianliao only felt that a fire ignited in his body quickly, burning all his reason to ashes. The deeper the kiss, the deeper the kiss, the hand on the top of his hair slowly moved down, and reached into the snow-colored jacket. .
"Hmm!" Qingtong's eyes widened, what is this guy doing? Now that there is no hair, I dare to touch it! The hand hanging on one side was slowly raised, and the five claws that shone with cold light instantly opened.
"Ow! It hurts, it hurts!" Mo Tianliao's intimacy ended with Mo Tianliao's scream.
Tai Shi flew over, expressing deep sympathy for his master, and turned into a pile of tortoiseshell-colored shavings, expressing that he and his master shared weal and woe. Mo Tianliao was very moved and rewarded him with a fireball.
"Ow! It's hot!" Tai Shi flew away aggrievedly, fell on the windowsill and turned into a tortoiseshell-colored flower, and threw out a few petals to pretend to be weak.
Mo Tianliao touched Bai Daodao on his face and neck, looked at Qingtong who had his back to him and said nothing, rubbed against the sheet and hugged him from behind: "Does it still hurt?"
Qingtong raised his hand without saying a word, and the tips of those claws and hooks hadn't retracted.
Mo Tian retracted his hand shyly, took out the nine-soul crystal pendant he just practiced from his sleeve, and slowly stretched it out in front of Qingtong: "This, take it with you, I'll take back the spirit inside, I'm not afraid of falling." Just thinking about repairing his soul, I forgot that this cold beauty is actually an active cat master, and it is very dangerous to touch it. The moment just now made him still have lingering fears, but he didn't dare to let the soul in.
Qingtong looked at the pendant stretched out in front of him and blinked, this is for him? Slowly stretched out his hand and held the pendant in his palm: "Didn't you make it for Frost Blade?"
"Ah?" Mo Tianliao was stopped by this thoughtless sentence. It took him a long time to understand the reaction. His mouth slowly opened, and it became wider and wider. He stopped at the base of his ears, coughed lightly, and started from From the storage bracelet, I took out a blunt ball, "This is for Shuangren, and he covered the silver for me, so I have to keep my word."
Qingtong looked at the ball, the silver covering on it was very casual, and it looked messy. The spar was obviously cut simply and roughly, and some corners were exposed. Satisfied, I stuffed the pendant in my hand under the pillow and buried half of my face in the soft pillow.
Mo Tianliao was lying behind him, looking at the pair of snow-white hairy ears popping out from the top of his head, turning pink one by one.
"This seat is exhausted, you can step back." Qingyue's voice was a little lazy, still cold and majestic, but the furry ears were getting redder and turning left and right without knowing it.
Mo Tianliao felt that his nose was itchy, so he quickly covered his nose, silently recited the art of pure heart, and pulled the thin quilt to cover him, but he didn't intend to leave, and stretched out his long arms to hug the awkward beauty into his arms.
"You..." Qingtong turned around and glared at him, but was pecked at the corner of his lips by the person who came up to him, his ears pursed suddenly, but his face was full of indifference.
Mo Tianliao couldn't bear to laugh until his stomach hurt, no matter how Qingtong glared at him, he stretched out his long legs and circled the man, and touched the handsome and unparalleled side face: "My dear, I'm also very tired. You've fallen, you can't get up now, let's sleep together."
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"The Daughter of the Sea Kitten"
Tian Lang (Witch Dog): Have you decided yet? Become human if he doesn't love you...
Littlepaw (Cat Prince): I've decided, no matter the price Woodworker (Human Prince): Oh dear, what price did you pay
Little Claw: If you don't love me anymore, your body will turn into wood shavings: ... something doesn't seem right