Unrivaled Miracle Doctor and the God-Defying Demonic Consort

Chapter 236: The studious Uncle Mo (5)

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'After all, you still can't escape the fate of being manipulated? Mu Qingge sighed softly in her heart and retracted her thoughts.

It was night, Mu Qingge was lying in the room, preparing to go to bed, when he suddenly felt a strange fragrance coming, and then his whole body was wrapped in a force and taken away from the room.

By the time her vision became clear, she had already reached the depths of the Qinling Mountains.

Don't ask her how she judged it... The smell of Qinling Mountain was already familiar to her bones.

Although she has never been here before, she can still know that this is the Qinling Mountains, and it is a deep place that is difficult for ordinary people to enter.

However, when she stood on the thick withered leaves, the surroundings were extremely quiet. There were no birds chirping or insects, and there was no breath of spiritual beasts. It seemed like a dead land.

If... there really is such a beautiful place to die...

Mu Qingge looked around. It was a maple forest that looked like fire. All around, there are maple trees as far as the eye can see, and the maple leaves are like flames, lighting up the world.

Looking up, there are ancient trees reaching into the sky in the distance. The huge tree crown hangs down like a green canopy, glowing with brilliant blue light.

The night wind blew up, blowing the falling maple leaves towards Mu Qingge.

She raised her hand to catch it, and the maple leaf fell lightly and settled in her palm, so light that she couldn't feel any weight.

Mu Qingge's eyes lowered lightly, and her clear gaze fell on the maple leaves, focusing on the fiery red, as if a flame rose from her palms.

Suddenly, a big hand suddenly appeared, fell on her palm, covered the maple leaf, and held her palm tightly.

Mu Qingge raised her eyes and saw spotless white clothes appearing in front of her, as misty and unpredictable as white mist and flowing clouds. She raised her eyes again, raised her chin slightly, and an indescribably handsome face that exuded all the grace in the world was reflected in her eyes. The slight smile on her lips seemed to represent all the beauty in the world.

"It's you." Mu Qingge whispered softly.

There was no surprise or surprise in his tone. It seems like it should be like this.

The curve of Si Mo's lips was even more moving, and the dark hair hanging down to his knees was swaying lightly in the wind, with boundless charm. His hanging sleeves were suddenly lifted up, revealing his long, slender palms.

Without any warning, he suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her close. There was almost no space between them.

Mu Qingge didn't resist, she just stared at him, her eyebrows slightly raised, her eyes a little more playful.

Si Mo lowered his head, and in his deep peach blossom eyes, he stared seriously at Mu Qingge, who was dressed in bright red, and said softly: "I have long wanted Xiao Ge'er to teach me that strange dance. Why not, it is better to choose a different day than to hit the sun, tonight Bar."

These words were taken for granted and could not be rejected.

Listening in the dark, Gu Ya and Gu Ye held their foreheads and wept. Why is their Holy Master becoming more and more thick-skinned

"That dance you want to learn?" Mu Qingge teased with a raised lip.

As if he couldn't see the teasing in her eyes, Si Mo nodded: "I always feel that only I can perform an impeccable and shocking dance with Xiao Ge'er."

"You are really conceited." Mu Qingge sneered.

Si Mo smiled and said nothing. It seemed that he was telling her with his eyes that yes or no could be known in a single jump.

After staring at him for a while, Mu Qingge raised her other hand and placed it on his shoulder, further closing the distance between the two of them, and whispered seductively into his ear: "Then learn from it. "

There is no music, but there seems to be music.

As the maple leaves fell, Mu Qingge moved.

This time, she danced the women's step. Because Si Mo aggressively occupied the male dancer's seat. It seemed that the last time Mu Qingge danced, he had memorized every move she made.

(End of chapter)