Mo Xie blushed, glaring angrily at the "pigtail" Ke'er, like a beast forced to be embarrassed, waiting for an opportunity to bite back. My heart was pounding. Who are the "pulsatillas" and "pigtails", the beast city has heard of it, and the pet saint has heard of it. Don't?

Creak, the door opened, the warm sunlight shone on Mo Ye's face, and a wisp of white smoke rose from his hair as if warmed. Stunned to follow, the root-like feet were tightly pulled by the "prison lock".

The courtyard was densely packed with dozens of seemingly cultivators and Qi Condensing Sages, standing respectfully under the iron tree. Half of the Sages were the same as Mo Ye, with the "Prison Holy Lock" around their necks.

The cane condensing saint stood respectfully at the forefront. Seeing the young master in lotus clothes come out, he led everyone to bow deeply. "The Young Lord Holy Realm has finished collecting the Saint, we should go to the planting domain to pick the flower marrow."

"Elder Tong, I heard that there are ten thousand kinds of strange flowers in the Longying Cave of the Holy Realm, why don't you go to Longying?" The young lord in lotus clothes glanced at the clansmen in the courtyard and counted the number of people.

"The young master doesn't know, Longying Cave was originally a vein of the Zerg, and there is an indissoluble grudge with our clan, and the Holy Clan will have endless difficulties when entering it, and my clan will definitely die if it enters. For millions of years, five thousand three hundred and seventeen saints of our clan have been to Longying Cave, and none of them have survived." The cane condensed the saint and spoke eloquently.

The young master in lotus root robe pondered. When leaving the "Ten Thousand Fox Holy Land", my father mentioned Longying Cave and explicitly ordered that he was not allowed to go, and the young master in lotus clothes was itching in his heart. Thinking of the "Ten Thousand Fox Order" in Elder Tong's hand, he walked along the path of the "Suicao Hall" without petition and walked towards Chuanyun Station.

The crowd at Chuanyun Station is like a tide, and everyone is in a hurry. The old saint on crutches stood in front of the crystal gate, quietly counting the clansmen. His gaze fell on a brightly colored saintess at the back of the group.

Bright color saint blue hair shawl. The face is covered with white yarn, and the graceful curves are in the light veil under the hood on the head, faintly standing up with lofty twin peaks. Raise your hand and pause. It was filled with the smell of yin and cold grass, and there were a few cold stars.

Mo Ye's black hair is like a spread, blocking his pale face, and the dark eyes between the hairs are breathtaking. Gazing at the cold light hidden in the light veil in the distance, his eyes flickered. The evil divine consciousness has followed all the way from Longying Cave to here. Mo Xie thought that with five hundred ultimate teleportations, the vicious divine consciousness should not chase after him. Mo Ye was a little scared, and his vicious divine sense was more beneficial than his own.

"Braided to the sky" Ke'er stretched out his slender little hand and pointed at Mo Ye's head. "Look ahead. Follow your master, or you will have good fruit to eat in the evening."

The old saint with a cane took out the spar and put it into the crystal cover, and the crystal door was buzzed. "Young Lord Please".

Mo Ye's neck tightened. Le was stuck, and followed up the teleportation crystal gate fiercely. The old saint with a cane grasped the teleportation very accurately, each time he teleported a million miles, and he teleported ninety-nine cities in one day. When the foreheads of the people are dripping with sweat. So the old scepter took his people to the holy inn in the city to rest.

The young master in lotus clothes twisted his waist tiredly. As if his body was about to be paralyzed, he walked softly and lightly like cotton, and thin beads of sweat ran down his long snow-white hair, shining brightly. The tender little hand that was holding the lock of the prisoner lost his strength, rolled a few circles and wrapped them around his hand, and walked into the inner room of the holy inn with his long and weak feet. Slumped limply on the bed.

"Ke'er prepares water, I'll wash it." Cole sat on the stone steps outside the door as if he were a mess of mud. Wiped with fragrant sweat, where did he still have the strength to stand up, panting, and looking at Mo Ye with white eyes.

Mo Xie Mu Na stood, his eyelids half-open and half-closed, as if he was asleep. Cole was so startled that he stuck out his tongue. "The young master accidentally got this favored divine sense, and teleported to the ninety-nine cities, his heart did not beat, and his face did not change color."

"Little saint, what use do you want, the master will not serve." Ke'er straightened up his aching body, his consciousness was exhausted, and his body and bones were about to fall apart.

"Braid" Ke'er flicked his fingers, and a huge crystal cover covered a small piece of space. The dense fog in the crystal cover spread, moving and flowing more and more, gradually submerging the shadow color in the crystal cover without a trace. The fog is light, slowly layered, thick and faint, deep and shallow white fog, green water out of the two colors of the world.

The young master in lotus clothes gently untied the white veil, and with a snap, he flicked open the lotus cuirass, and a pair of soft and delicate jade peaks flicked into Mo Ye's eyes, without waiting for Mo Ye to react, he closed his eyes, and a white dragon claw in front of him crackled on Mo Ye's body. "The pet saint who doesn't understand the rules, when you see it"?

Mo Ye covered his face and squatted on the ground, this face was for family use, and it couldn't be hurt.

The young master in lotus root robe looked like a bear in Mo Ye, and his contemptuous smile fluttered wantonly on his charming face. One by one, the armor was removed, the skin was as white as jade, the flawless was like a piece of beautiful jade, and there was a pair of snow-white full, soft and delicate jade peaks, and the smooth and streamlined lower abdomen was warm and smooth. Step into the crystal cover.

Mo Xie couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and glance at it. But he was sucked in by a pair of bright pupils like black gems. Bang, there was a soft sound in the back of his head, and Mo Ye felt a buzzing sound.

"Braided" Ke'er has a small mouth under the slightly upturned small nose bridge, which is as pink and light as cherry blossom petals. "If you peek again, you're going to gouge out your eyes."

Mo Xie was so startled that the green tendons on his forehead jumped suddenly, every part of his body trembled a little, and his hands and feet became as cold as ice. I felt a shuddering sense and scraped my cheeks. I couldn't stand the shiver in the sharp divine sense.

Mo Ye's exploration, fearful divine sense, glanced at the hazy silhouette. Outside the dark door, a figure from the hair, nose, mouth, neck, chest, curve is not just right, a faint shadow like a casual shadow, slid past the front of the house. Mo Xie was poured a basin of ice water from head to toe, and he broke out in a cold sweat, what a ghostly shadow, where did it come from, since Longying Cave came out, this ghostly shadow followed him.

This ghostly shadow, as if he wanted to get closer, but what was he afraid of, followed near and far near Mo Ye. "Little saint, come and wipe yourself."

Mo Xie was stunned and seemed to have no shadow, but his eyes were so frightened by the soft words of the young master in lotus clothes that his eyes straightened, his heart fluttered, his heart beat wildly, the corners of his mouth trembled, he was so nervous that sweat was pouring out, his face became pale due to the spasm of his heart, and he stopped instantly.

Smack, Mo Ye's back ass was kicked heavily by the "pigtail" Ke'er. Wow, Mo Ye took a few steps, his neck tightened, and he slammed it on the crystal cover. My whole body went numb.

The white and delicate, crystal clear snow muscle jade back, facing Mo Ye's startled eyes. contains the image of beauty, and the eyes are full of blood. The even-toned breath was swallowed up by the rapid and rough breath, and a warm and fragrant breath swept Mo Ye's whole body with a slight numbness. Mo Xie was drunk, his sense of smell was abnormally comfortable, and he couldn't tell whether it was the fragrance of flowers or the body fragrance of the bathing girl, so he stood stupidly, at a loss.

"Smack". Mo Xie's ass was kicked again. "Silly you, work, these are your jobs in the future." "Braids," Curle shouted.

Mo Xie's fingers kept rubbing. Slowly stretched out to the pure and delicate, delicate and touching saint's silky tender back.

"Good strength, very comfortable". The white and tender young master was intoxicated, and his greedy eyes glanced at Mo Ye, if it weren't for the faint starlight, Mo Ye could be melted by the fire of enthusiasm burning in those flickering black eyes. A coquettish moan that rushed out of his mouth made Mo Ye's face red and his ears pierced. than Chengying's fiery and shy cry, Mo Xie's heart was even more anxious. Mo Ye's neck became thicker, and his breath was uneven.

The stunningly beautiful young master's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and she cried tactfully, and under Mo Ye's gentle and fiery caress and rubbing, the green onion girl's jade hand gently covered the delicate and immature jade lips. There was a hmm, mmmmmmm

Crackling, a white dragon claw struck down on the head and face. Mo Xie was reminiscing about the sweetness, but he was confused by the sudden claw shadow. He sat on the ground dumbfounded.

Naked, the delicate and smooth shadow flew out of the crystal cover. A thin lotus veil is draped over the body. The slender jade body makes people horny and exposed. Step by step, he walked towards Mo Ye, who was sitting on the ground stupidly.

Slap, slap, a few frightening sounds. Mo Ye followed with straight eyes, and in the hand of the young master of the lotus veil, he actually held a crystal whip two fingers wide. The bright eyes shone with a ghostly light, the corners of one side of the mouth were raised high, and the mouth grinned obliquely.

Before Mo Xie could wake up from his dream, the crystal whip hit Mo Xie with a slip of Venus. A hot burning pain. The black armor did not fly out of the Danhai, and the crystal whip hit Mo Ye like a thunderbolt. The red collar bulges out. His limbs suddenly twitched numbly.

Then there was a terrible howl from outside the guest room of the inn, and the crackling of whips rang out. The ghost cried and the wolf howled as loudly. It sounded like a bang. The leather whip fell very rhythmically, and the young master in lotus clothes dropped a whip, and Mo Xie snorted. Outside the building, a whip fell, and it sounded like a sound. This was followed by the cries of the saints who did not speak in unison.

Crackling, crackling, a whip as tight as a whip, a whip as heavy as a whip. Mo Xie just frowned, and after the next whip, he took a few breaths and restored his bronze skin.

The young master of the lotus root robe condensed a mist in his eyes, and he almost cried out of breath. The little saint in front of him was weird, he couldn't use his smelting, but his skin could repair itself, and the "beast pet whip" didn't have much effect on his body.

The young master of the lotus veil, after picking a hundred whips, opened his neck fiercely, his eyes were straight, and he looked at the tip of his nose. The little white hand held the "beast pet whip" and pointed at Mo Ye's head. "Favor the saint, a slave for life, let me be enslaved, obey or not".

The same question echoed in the dark courtyard. Mo Xie snorted, and his white eyes skimmed the young master of the lotus veil. Dozens of sounds rang out in the yard. "I serve".

Hahaha, a burst of arrogant laughter resounded in the darkness, like a pack of she-wolves howling in the night. It's a panic to hear. There were only a few sporadic sighs. Then there was a miserable scream, and a faint smell of blood wafted in the courtyard.

The eyes of the young master of the lotus veil are as sharp as the nighthawks, and the eyes are cold waves, looking forward to it slowly, and suddenly feeling intentional and ruthless. His eyes became more and more cold, stiff, and he stared at Mo Ye coldly. (To be continued......)