Half-Tried Deity - Chapter 176

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Six

He is still looking for you

"You get me up. $

"iqukeom" finally flashed Mo Ye's hot and humid kiss. Qi Huan panted heavily, using both hands and feet, intending to push him away.

However, there was no strong situation, and Qi Huan didn't dare to give him two thunders. As a result, the two became stalemate. Wrong, in fact, she was the only one who was in the stalemate. Mo Ye didn't care whether Qi Huan refused or not. He buried his head on Qi Huan's neck, biting her white neck, leaving red and purple spots on it. .

"No, as long as I get up, you will definitely tie me up." He turned his head and glanced at the stupid ground net that was thrown on the ground, and Mo Ye smiled badly.

"I won't." Qi Huan took a deep breath, trying to communicate with Mo Ye in a calm tone.

The bodies of the two were close to each other, and each deep breath of Qi Huan only made the flames in the eyes of the man on him burn more vigorously. Mo Ye's sturdy body was close to Qi Huan, and the only thing between them was the black silk embroidered bellyband that was left on Qi Huan's body, and the temperature of Mo Ye's body was transmitted to her through the thin cloth. On his body, coupled with the overly explicit eyes, Qi Huan only felt a rush of heat in his body spread from his lower abdomen to all parts of his body.

Even if he didn't look in the mirror, Qi Huan knew what he was like now, the cooked shrimp. And it's still the shrimp that was stripped...ooh...

"Hmm... I still don't trust you." Mo Ye's mouth raised slightly, and his head moved down more and more, opening his mouth through the thin pocket and biting the bulge on her chest. His long black hair hung over his bare shoulders, and Qi Huan couldn't help twisting because of the tickling feeling, but it just happened to be in the mouth of the sheep.

Although Mo Ye's actions did not cause Qi Huan to feel pain, the tingling sensation made Qi Huan almost cry, reaching out to push the man who was raging on him away, but his hands and feet were crushed by him. Live, one of his thighs is still rubbing against his own.

Isn't this kind of thing generally done by women? Why is he so familiar with it? He won't just study this all these years, right? Being pressed tightly on the soft bed, Qi Huan blinked, considering whether to shout indecent. Then she suddenly remembered an established fact that had been forgotten, that, the two of them seemed to be married.

Perceiving that Qi Huan is wandering too vainly, Mo Ye took a bite on Qi Huan's chest, and then looked up at her, "Lady, think about being a husband at this time." His low and hoarse voice came into his ears. As if a pair of big rough hands touched his back, Qi Huan shivered unconsciously. It's over, what sovereignty does she have in the future? How can this man even have such a charming voice~

"Actually... we can, we can do a good job... uh... talk..." Qi Huan stiffened as he watched the only piece of fabric on his body being bitten off by Mo Ye.

It stands to reason that it is not the first time for the two of them. However, it has been 130,000 years since the last time, and my mood now is basically the same as the first time. The most overwhelming thing is that Mo Ye didn't even understand her!

"Aren't we talking already?" Feeling Qi Huan's nervousness, Mo Ye's laughter came from her chest. The blast of heat just blows up, making the red buds stand upright.

"I mean... ooh..." Mo Ye's hands had long been released, one hand plunged into the quilt, gently twisting between Qi Huan, while the other hand followed her beautiful waist to rub people. The speed slowly moves up. Qi Huan put his hands on his chest, and he could feel the beat of a drum from the bottom of his hands.

"I think... it's better for us to talk physically." The black pupil instantly turned back to blood red, and raised his upper body slightly. "Or, the lady likes to be on it?"

"Also, it's still below..." No, it's not the problem of above and below... Qi Huan's mind just turned around, and he saw the evil smile at the corner of Mo Ye's mouth, Qi Huan's heart trembled, before he had time to make a difference. As he moves, it feels like a hot foreign object whose size obviously doesn't match him is squeezed in inch by inch.

"You... uh..." A feeling of fullness swept through his body, Qi Huan couldn't help groaning. The slender was at the mercy of Mo Ye, tightly surrounding his thin waist, and his soft body catered to his wild sprint.

The fine beads of sweat on Mo Ye's forehead slowly dripped down his cheeks. It fell into Qi Huan's chest, and then fell into the white bedding along the wonderful line.

The extreme height accumulated to the street side dragged Qi Huan's consciousness away, her eyes could only see the handsome faces that were almost distorted because of this, and her body could only feel his brutal invasion. Her mind became more and more blurred, and she felt as if her whole person was trapped in a whirlpool, until the top.

There was still no light in the room, and the shadow of the tree whirling outside the window was reflected on it, like a monster with teeth and claws. Mo Ye lay on the bed, holding Qi Huan, who was invisible, with one hand stroking back and forth on her snow-white delicate and flawless back, as if playing with the most precious baby.

Qi Huan still didn't wake up in his deep sleep, with a sweet smile on his sleeping face, and he didn't know what other dreams he had.

In the room, only Mo Ye's steady heartbeat and the faint breathing of the two entangled with each other can be heard.

Suddenly, there was a person's footsteps outside the room, "Bang Bang Bang." The knock on the door was not too loud, but it seemed a bit abrupt in this silent night.

"Hmm..." Qi Huan, who was sleeping, struggled to wake up, turned over to get out of Mo Ye's embrace, but was hugged back by him.

"Hey, continue to sleep." Mo Ye whispered in Qi Huan's ear, Qi Huan rubbed his head against his chest, and fell into sleep again.

The knock on the door did not continue, Mo Ye paused, and put Qi Huan on the bed with a gentle movement, pulling the quilt on the side to cover her. Then he got out of bed, put his clothes on, and walked towards the door.

Mo Ye opened the door and looked at Minghui with hesitation outside the door. His face was so calm. Close the door, the two stood face to face, Mo Ye didn't mean to speak.

"Teacher, Junior Brother..." Minghui looked at Mo Ye, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. If he was right at that time, the person who was fighting against Mo Ye was an immortal, and the strength of that immortal was more than that of the three ancestors of the Qingyun faction.

"Senior brother, something?"

"I don't know Junior Brother, can you do me a favor?" Minghui had expectation in his eyes.

Mo Ye stared at Minghui for a long time before speaking faintly, "In addition to Guya Lao Dao, there are only a few elders left in the Heavenly Dao Pavilion. If Senior Brother can't deal with them, I think it's fine." The words can only stop here. As for whether Minghui can grasp the opportunity, it depends on what he thinks.

"Thank you Junior Brother." Minghui is a wise man. Of course he understands Mo Ye's suggestion. Although it is somewhat difficult to deal with Gu Ya Lao Dao and them, it is always lighter than dealing with fairy beasts.

At this moment, Minghui had already understood that he and Mo Ye were not at the same level at all. No matter why he appeared in the Miscellaneous Cloud School, why he wanted to become his junior, these have nothing to do with him.

After leaving Minghui. Mo Ye stood at the door thinking for a while, did not immediately return to the house, but turned and walked towards the foreign affairs room of Tiandao Pavilion.

Now it’s time to eat, and the foreign affair’s disciples have left the room, but it’s still brightly lit. Mo Ye walked in steadily, and not surprisingly saw a certain spherical fox lying on the table.

"How is the recovery?" Mo Ye picked up the little fox by the tail, looked up and down, and then threw it back on the table.

The round body of the little fox jumped several times on the table to stabilize his balance, his small face was full of grievances, it was too much, bullying his small size. "Fortunately. It has been restored."

Although he knew in his heart that Mo Ye had spent his time looking at the heaven and earth spirits on him, just for Qi Huan, but the little fox was still very grateful to Mo Ye.

After Qi Huan died, a strand of his soul wandered in the underworld for too long, and the demon energy in his body had basically been dissipated. It was possible to raise the soul in such a short time and cultivate it. It is still due to those who eat less A heaven and earth spirit creature ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Using heaven and earth spirit creatures to cultivate, such a luxurious method, surely few people dare to use it. Just to make Qi Huan happy, Mo Ye was able to do this, even if Qi Huan committed suicide because of Qi Mo Ye's anger, he was slowly letting go. This man really hurt Qi Huan, but the two of them kept missing it.

It's like, he is with him. I heard that he is now the celestial general of the immortal world... After such a long time, I am afraid that he has long been forgotten.

"Well, if you think it's almost done, go to the fairy world to find him."

"..." The little fox gave Mo Ye angrily, didn't he just dislike him as an electric light bulb? As for pushing him out so impatiently. Moreover, his cultivation base ran to the immortal realm, and he didn't want to live anymore.

"He's still looking for you." After saying this, Mo Ye left the room with a basket of food. Leaving the little fox lying on the table in a daze.

"Wake up?" Open the door, the room is still pitch black, but Mo Ye can feel the scorching gaze. Wrong, it was a vicious look. After opening the box with Ye Mingzhu on the table, in an instant, every corner of the room was filled with soft light.

"Humph~" Qi Huan lay lazily on the warm bed without any intention of moving. The small head rested on Chi Luo's arm, and there were still bluish-violet hickeys on it, as well as fingerprints left by Mo Ye's failure to control his strength.

"Get up to eat?" Mo Ye smiled and put the food in the basket on the table, and then walked over to the bed.

"Don't eat, I want to go on a hunger strike." Seeing Mo Ye walked over, Qi Huan directly retracted into the quilt.

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╮(╯▽╰)╭ sorry. . . It's five o'clock when I wake up. . .