Chapter 45: I have a bad appetite

"Look at me." Mu Tianlang saw Mo Qingli stare at the back of the man who had just left. He couldn't help but be jealous. He looked at Mo Qingli's face and looked at Mo Qingli, word by word.
Mo Qingli rolled her eyes at Mu Tianlang. This wolf is really not jealous.
"Say, who is that man?" Now Mo Qingli didn't matter much, Mu Tianlang remembered Ye Luoze's problem. He didn't just go out for a few days, but the woman found another man.
Mo Qingli said angrily: "I picked it up in the street."
"Did you hurt the man?" Mu Tianlang leaned closer to Mo Qingli's ears, squinting, looking at Mo Qingli with a hint of danger.
"Hehe ..." Mo Qingli was tickled by the breath he exhaled in his ear, and couldn't help laughing.
Mu Tianlang was dissatisfied with the appearance of the ink glass. When he turned over, he tilted the glass, pressed, pressed, and lowered his eyes. His blue eyes narrowed, and his lips stopped at a millimeter from the ink glass. What are you laughing at? "
"Cough ..." Mo Qingli did not expect that the wolf would be so direct and overbearing, pressing, and still weak, and he could not help but cough, his face flushed slightly.
The saliva was so pen directly on Mu Tianlang's face, Mu Tianlang got up and left, stood on the chuan / g, and looked at Mo Qingli with disdain, "Your saliva."
He kept rubbing his face while holding the silk cloth next to him.
When Mo Qingli saw him, he couldn't help but laugh, "Then you still eat my mouth and water!"
"Oh?" Mu Tianlang stopped wiping his face, raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo Qingli, with a hint of drama. "Do you invite me to eat your mouth and water?"
Mo Qingli was extremely speechless about Mu Tianlang's jumping thinking, "No ..." thought.
Before Mo Qingli finished talking, Mu Tianlang's lips covered Mo Qingli's cold lips, and his tongue and tip gently opened Mo Qingli's cold lips, petals, straight, drive, and in.
"Uh ..." Mo Qingli whispered subconsciously.
Originally Mu Tianlang had only the intention of teasing Mo Qingli, seeing that she always rolled her eyes at herself. The sound of Ke Mo Qingli, low, yin, point, ignited Mu Tianlang's most primitive, original, capable yu, Wang.
He reached out and unfastened the Mo Qingli shirt. He slipped into the Mo Qingli shirt, covering the xion / g, the soft touch, and rubbing gently.
"No ... to ..." Although Mo Qingli was also stunned, plucked, and hot by Mu Tianlang, she still said intermittently with her only trace of sober consciousness: "I ... I ... didn't ... ... nothing. "
Mu Tianlang exhausted, sucked in love, and allowed the taste from the tongue and sharpness of ink, sometimes rolled up, and sometimes licked and made. Then he managed to pull out a gap and said, "You ... what to do with energy. Which time it wasn't me ... moving."
After speaking, his lips slowly kissed down and down along the corners of Mo Qingli's mouth, and his tongue and tip extended from time to time, licking and licking Mo Qingli's skin.
Mo Qingli grabbed Mu Tianlang with her hand on one hand, body, upper body, and on the other hand, and the other hand resisted Mu Tianlang's xion / g, bore, "I ... was hurt by ... No, not ... "
Her weak and weak voice fell into Mu Tianlang's ears. Mu Tianlang's blue eyes appeared a little displeased, but reminiscent of Mo Qingli's body, he forcibly restrained his body, inside, the most primitive, Rush, move.
Standing up, wiped the mouth and water left by the mouth, and fluttered at Mo like a child. "Then you owe me once or twice, and you need to supply me next time."
In his appearance, if Mo Qingli did not agree, he would immediately pounce, come up, and eat, dry, wipe, and do everything he could. Mo Qingli was so good that the zombies didn't eat the immediate loss, so they nodded, and were forced to promise Mu Tianlang's request.
Mu Tianlang smiled, raised his hand and shaved the tip of his nose, saying, "This is good."
As he said, while tuoing the outer shirt down, he was going to drill into Mo Qingli, into the quilt, and drill. Mo Qingli grasped the quilt tightly with both hands, and looked at Mu Tianlang with a little nervousness.
At this time, it was Mu Tianlang who rolled his eyes at Mo Qingli, and was unhappy: "Rest assured, I won't do anything to you."
Mo Qingli gradually let go of his suspicion, Mu Tianlang opened the quilt, and lay down and went in. His hands were very natural on Mo Qingli's shoulders, and his tone of pity was rarely seen in his tone. "Suck, let me blood, so that you can be good and fast."
"No." Mo Qingli shook her head and said, "I don't suck."
"You hate me?" Mu Tianlang's face was slightly heavy, and he whispered.
Mo Qingli closed her eyes-she was afraid he would be in danger after she sucked his blood. He is different from Fengchen Ling and Xiaoyao Yunyan. He is a demon. Every time she his blood, it is equivalent to indirectly sucking his mana. She didn't want his hard-working mana, and finally donated it all to herself. What's more, my body is like a bottomless pit, and every time we use mana, we become extremely weak.
Maybe I can find another way. Besides, isn't she okay now? Just need to rest for a few days.
"I have a bad appetite and don't want to drink blood." Mo Qingli thought of an extremely lame lie. She knew Mu Tianlang must not believe it, so she turned over and pretended to sleep.
Maybe it was because of the injury that Mo Qingli quickly entered his dreamland.
Mu Tianlang held the sleeping ink in her arms, put a kiss on the place where gauze was wrapped around her forehead, and said to herself: "Relax, I will find the spirit that will ascend you."
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Mo Qingli took a few days off at Princess Mansion. In these days, there is no need to go to the early dynasty. There is Mu Tianlang's careful care every day. Everything makes Mo Qingli feel extremely satisfied.
Even Mo Qingli felt that if he could live like this forever, it wouldn't matter if he didn't become immortal.
Yueyao came in with a plate of grapes, pulled Mo Qingli away, and handed Mo Qingli to eat.
"Yue Yao, what about the little fox?" Mo Qingli suddenly realized that he hadn't seen the little fox for several days. Yue Yao froze and heard Mo Qingli say that she hadn't seen the little fox for a long time.
Yueyao knelt on the ground and whispered, "I'm sorry to the princess, and the slaves and slaves don't know where the little fox went. The slaves haven't seen the little fox for several days. Please punish the princess."
Mo Qingli poked her lips. What she didn't like the most was that Yue Yao always kept her punished. Does she really look so violent?
Throw a grape in your mouth and say, eating, "Get up."
"Princess Xie." Yue Yao got up and stood beside Mo Qingli and continued to pick her grapes.
"Has that woman caught it?" What Mo Qingli said was naturally the woman who stunned Mo Qingli with a stick. Thinking of that woman, Mo Qingli hated itching teeth. When the woman hit her head with a wooden stick for the first time, she actually felt a little dizzy, and even felt a hot, flowing stream on her forehead. Gushing.
But she forcibly held back the pain, otherwise there were so many jealous women around, and when she saw that she was really hurt, she didn't throw at her collectively, so she pretended to grab the stick from the woman and give it to the woman. A stick.
Her stick looked so powerful that she was just enough to stun the woman.
What she didn't expect was that the woman was pretending to be dizzy, and while Mo Qingli was not prepared, she gave Mo Qingli a stick, and that stick was also a coincidence, and she played it impartially To the wound that Mo Qingli was just hit.
Therefore, Mo Qingli was gorgeous and unwilling to pass out.
"I caught it two days ago and was locked in a dungeon." Yue Yao replied.
"Why don't you tell me?" Mo Qingli froze, showing her discomfort at the moment.
Yue Yao looked at Mo Qingli in doubt --- she wondered whether her princess was beaten silly.
"Princess, didn't you let the therapist tell slaves to go to trial with her in a few days?"
Mo Qingli drew the corners of his mouth, and this wolf took advantage of his own name and ordered it under his own name.
"Where is Mu Tianlang?" Mo Qingli asked Yue Yao gritted his teeth.
"The miraculous went out early in the morning and said that he had gone to find the herbs for the princess."
Yue Yao didn't know, but she knew it. Mu Tianlang is a sacred doctor. He knows how to use dogs, farts, and medicine to find her medicines, which is obviously a cover. I do n’t know where to run.
Hey ... Mo Qingli sighed softly and treated herself well for two days. He is not a peaceful wolf.
"Let's go." Mo Qingli got up from the couch and went out.
Yue Yao quickly dropped the grapes in her hand, caught up with Mo Qingli, and said doubtfully, "Princess, where do you go?"
"Dungeon." Mo Qingli spit out coldly.
Speaking of the dungeon, Mo Qingli was most impressed by the dungeon guard. Not much, and respectful attitude made Mo Qingli extremely satisfied.
She didn't believe that Mo Qingli could train such a high-quality group of loyal guards.
"Yue Yao, where did these guards come from?" Mo Qingli asked on the way to the dungeon.
Yue Yao followed Mo Qingli not far from the side of Mo Qingli, and heard Mo Qingli's question, she answered truthfully, "When the slaves entered the house, the dungeons existed for a long time. The guards have never been there except in the dungeon. No one knows where they came from. "
After speaking, Yue Yao seemed to be aware of it and asked Mo Qingli, "Princess, don't you know it?"
Mo Qingli shook her head slightly. She could not find the slightest impression of the guards in the dungeon in the memory of Mo Qingli before.
Unconsciously, they have already reached the dungeon.
Mo Qingli raised his leg and walked first. Yueyao took a deep breath of fresh air outside and followed Mo Qingli closely.
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