Chapter 452: Touched Uncle Mo's **** (1)

"Is Xiao Ge'er sending me an invitation?"
Si Mo lay on the bed, holding the ‘scorching sun’ in his arms, and a blur of the amber eyes filled the depths.
I'm afraid that at this time, Mu Qingge put a knife in his heart, he didn't want to let it go, let alone leave.
invite?
A cold glow flashed through the depths of Mu Qingge's eyes.
The smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more coquettish. She stretched out her exquisite fingers, gently curled Si Mo's slightly greenish chin, and raised his head slightly.
Si Mo cooperated with her, eyes full of petting smiles.
"Linchuan Continent's number one master, His Majesty the Saint King of the Saint Yuan Empire wants to warm the bed for the Lord himself, how could the Lord refuse?" Mu Qingge had red lips lightly, and his words were somewhat arrogant and evil.
"Warm the bed?" There was a danger flowing in Si Mo's amber eyes. His little song actually treats him as a bed warmer?
The sharp fingertips gently slid across Si Mo's face.
It seems that Mu Qingge is meticulously depicting his facial features: "This kind of stunning beauty is rare in the world. Today, it is really an honor for the Lord. But..."
Her movements gradually went down.
Follow Si Mo's nose to his lips and chin. Then, he swam along his chin and over his neck, came out of the looming collarbone in his clothes, and made a few strokes back and forth.
Si Mo's eyes gradually blurred, and a coquettish red rose from the depths of the amber color.
His little song is playing with fire.
However, he damnably didn't want to refuse, let alone stop.
The silver fingertips lingered with the disgustingly good-looking collarbone for a while, and then the shape of the neck fossa was outlined, then he left with satisfaction and continued downward.
She gently pulled apart Si Mo's clothes, revealing a white chest with perfect and powerful muscle lines.
In the end, her hand came to his heart.
Suddenly, the movement in Singer Mu Qing stopped, and Si Mo could clearly feel that Singer Mu Qing had increased his strength. He even felt the sharp fingertips, wanting to cut his skin.
He didn't move, and wanted to see what his little song wanted with great interest.
There was a faint pain in his chest, and a drop of blood-red blood emerged from his skin where Si Mo's heart was against his fingertips.
That drop of blood, on his chest, was like a blood-red gem.
"However, I don't know if His Majesty the Holy King is physically and mentally clean? The Lord has a habit of cleanliness, and dirty people cannot warm my bed." Mu Qingge said evilly.
Si Mo seemed completely unaware of the wound on his chest, and only Mu Qingge's figure could be seen in his eyes: "Don't worry, Xiao Ge'er, I bathe every day and I can't be clean."
After that, he raised his hand and rubbed his finger on the wound.
The blood drops appeared on his fingertips.
Mu Qingge narrowed his eyes, looked at him, and let go of his fingers. And just after her finger cots were loosened, she was surprised to find that the wound on Si Mo's chest that was made by her healed in an instant, and there was nothing strange.
It seemed that the scene just now was just her fantasy.
Such a powerful healing ability is probably comparable to her body modified by genetic modification agents!
Mu Qingge was shocked by Si Mo's recovery ability, but the latter placed the blood beads in front of Mu Qingge's eyes.
The blood bead, as if it had condensed into the appearance it had just overflowed, did not change because of Si Mo's movements. It stood on his fingertips, as if it had life, the blood in it was constantly flowing, with a bit of shining light.