The soul-to-soul touch was so comfortable that it made people intoxicated. Qingtong was immersed in this state, and did not notice Mo Tianliao's movements.
The touch felt tender and smooth, like warm suet nephrite, Mo Tianliao fondly rubbed it lightly, and told himself to stop when he touched it, but the hand seemed to be sucked and could not be pulled out.
"Um..." I don't know where I was bumped, Qingtong suddenly let out a soft moan.
The voice reached Mo Tianliao's ears, which made him gasp for a moment, and his body reacted, and he couldn't help rubbing Qingtong into his arms.
"Hmm!" When the scorching big hand touched the soft flesh behind him, Qingtong finally reacted, and slapped the stroking hand fiercely.
"His—" Mo Tianliao grinned and retracted his hand.
"Evil, you..." Qingtong's voice, who was about to scold, froze, because he found that there was a hard thing poking at him below.
Mo Tianliao coughed dryly and shrank back.
Both of them were silent, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.
Qingtong stared at him for a moment, then kicked his calf, turned his back to him, and stopped talking. This stupid thing, actually, even to him...
Mo Tianliao took a deep breath, adjusted his inner breath, refined and turned the essence aroused by the beauty, and when the body's heat subsided a little, he pressed it again, and rubbed his chin against Qingtong's ear: "It still hurts. ?"
"Mo Tianliao, when this seat is hairless, you can't touch it, do you understand?" Qingtong buried half of his face in the pillow, his voice a little dull.
Mo Tianliao pursed his lips and did not answer.
Qingtong waited for a while, but didn't get an answer. He turned around and glared at him: "Are you dumb?"
"I know, my little paw is no longer a kitten," Mo Tianliao leaned over and pressed his forehead. Seeing that he was about to lose his temper again, he hurriedly said, "I know this is to belittle you."
The cold and beautiful eyes widened slightly, you know this is frivolous and you still touch it
"But what to do? I can't help it, why don't you come back frivolous?" Mo Tianliao grabbed a slender hand and pressed it to his chest. He was only wearing underwear, and his belt had long since been messed up. It ripped open, revealing a muscled chest.
Qingtong was pulled by him in a daze, and his hands were the place he loved most, a warm and comfortable place with a steady heartbeat. Three hundred years ago, in the Valley of Ten Kills, he rubbed his head in this place over and over again, but he couldn't rub his head.
Mo Tianliao slowly let go of the hand he was holding and let the slender fingers draw on his chest.
"Can your chest be turned into wood?" Qingtong scratched with his fingertips curiously.
"Huh?" Mo Tianliao was scratched so much that when he heard that it had turned into wood, he honestly pulled the piece of soul out of his chest, and the firm muscles suddenly turned into wooden boards with green skin. Qingtong's eyes lit up, his hands turned into claws, and he scratched with thorns.
Mo Tianliao: "…"
So, Mo Tianliao, who was going to lay the groundwork to show his intentions, just lay there upright and let his sweetheart grind his claws in the middle of the night, and the good atmosphere was gone. He could only silently swallow the bitter tears into his stomach, and when his cat was tired and fell asleep, he turned his chest back and sighed helplessly.
Slowly taking the sleeping guy into his arms, Mo Tianliao kissed the top of his hair: "I'm not trying to belittle you, it's just that I can't help myself."
From an angle that Mo Tianliao couldn't see, the man nestled on his chest quietly had a pair of red ears.
The next day, Ding Zijin really came to visit again.
Qingtong was still sleeping, and Mo Tianliao set up a soundproof bar beside the bed, so as not to disturb his good sleep.
"The tutor is still comprehending Taoism, so please don't blame Brother Ding for being rude." Mo Tianliao asked Ding Zijin to sit down and poured him a cup of tea.
"This junior is reckless," Ding Zijin quickly apologized for his abruptness, and secretly observed this apprentice, whom Qingtong was quite fond of, "Is it the first time for Brother Mo Xian to come to Floating Cloud Sect?"
One of the two is willing to make friends, and the other is willing to use it. You come and go, and they will soon become brothers. As an old monster, Mo Tianliao's ability to talk is first-class. But it turned out that Ding Zijin came here for the Falling Star Stone, because the Ding family is all craftsmen, and he will definitely participate in the crafting competition of this conference. In order to suppress his younger brother, he is extremely eager to get the Falling Star Stone. .
"So that's the case," Mo Tianliao smiled, "The Falling Star Stone, my teacher gave Weiwei a small piece."
Ding Zijin's eyes lit up, it was much easier to get the Falling Star Stone from this Jindan cultivator than to find out the real person of Tong.
"It's just..." Mo Tianliao scratched his head in some embarrassment, "I'm also an artifact refiner, and I also want to participate in this artifact refining competition. I heard that there are Wenyuguo in the prize."
When Ding Zijin heard that he was also a craftsman, his heart sank, and when he heard that he was doing it for Wenyuguo, he immediately regained his spirit: "My virtuous brother is a messenger, and there was no Wenyuguo in the prize."
Mo Tianliao frowned, looking very disappointed.
"However, if the virtuous brother wants to, he can think of a way for his brother." Ding Zijin said politely, but his expression was quite certain.
"Is this true?" Mo Tianliao showed surprise, "To tell the truth, my brother just wanted to get a Wenyu Fruit, so that he could use it when he gave birth to a baby in the future. Abandoning that kung fu competition."
The two hit it off, and Mo Tianliao said that he wanted to see Wen Yushu. Ding Zijin just thought he was worried and invited him to visit with a smile.
Wenyushu is a treasure of the town, but guests can watch it from a distance.
Mo Tianliao went to the animal shed and hugged the little fox, saying that this was the spiritual pet that the master had just rewarded him, and he took him out to see and see. When the big tiger heard that they were going out to play, he also stood up.
"Big fat boy, accompany Master here." Mo Tianliao rubbed his senior brother's head, "Roar—" Big tiger bared his teeth, this junior brother is really disrespecting senior brother more and more!
As expected by Mo Tianliao, Flowing Cloud Sect was full of restrictions and formations. Ding Zijin had a jade card in his hand, and most places were unimpeded.
The little fox squatted on Mo Tianliao's shoulder, raised his head and sniffed hard to distinguish the breath. After going down the mountain, walking around on the long jade steps, and walking to the back mountain of the sect, the little fox suddenly howled.
"What's wrong?" Mo Tianliao took the hair ball off his shoulders and exchanged glances with him.
younger sister! I can smell my sister! My sister is hurt!
The little fox was struggling to get to the ground, but Mo Tianliao pretended not to hold on firmly and let it run away.
"Oh, it's too bad Brother Ding!" Mo Tianliao exclaimed, causing Ding Zijin, who was walking in front, to turn around.
Ding Zijin didn't care when he saw that he ran away from the monster: "I'll call you back with a blood contract."
"I haven't made a blood contract with it yet!" Mo Tianliao was about to chase after him.
"What!" Ding Zijin was startled, looked in the direction the fox ran, frowning slightly, a monster with an undetermined blood contract, if someone else picks it up, it has to be counted as someone else's, he hasn't got the falling star, so he can't offend Mo Tianliao, it's better to take the opportunity to buy him, "There are many restrictions on the back mountain, outsiders can't get in, don't worry, I'll take you to find it."
The two immediately chased after the little fox in the direction that the little fox ran away.
Deep in the jungle, there was a row of bamboo houses, and the snow-white little fox was cornered by a red fox, shivering. She was tortured by Xun Lingjiao for a long time, and she was already weakened. Even in the face of this monster with undeveloped intelligence, she would not be able to resist for long.
"Hey, this is a transformational monster, and the cubs born will definitely be good." The two Wo Yunzong disciples stood guard outside the fence, smiling and waiting for the two monsters to mate.
The red fox opened its fangs, ready to bite the female fox on the neck to subdue her.
"Ow—" A shrill cry sounded, and everyone looked at it closely, and out of nowhere came a snow-white fox, bit the red fox's neck, and tore off a piece of skin.
"Brother..." The little fox in the corner raised his head tremblingly, looked at this scene in disbelief, and took a long time to react.