Chapter 135: How beautiful i look

"Well, this regeneration is a spiritual flower in ancient times. It is not easy to grow a flower in this mortal world. The second flower is extremely impossible. Even in the fairy world, this regeneration flower is also hot. So Until now, that person has not used up the regenerated flowers. This has given us this opportunity. "Naimo said.
"That cold and cold ..." Mo Qingli stopped talking.
Naimo gently rubbed Mo Qingli's head and said softly, "Relax, Leng Hanyu is now safe."
"Well, okay." Mo Qingli raised his hand and wiped the blood on Naimo's mouth. "Then you take care of yourself now, I'll talk to Leng Mei now and see if there is any way for you to recover as soon as possible."
"No." Namo grabbed Mo Qingli's hand with a backhand, and said seriously to Mo Qingli: "Li, don't believe in coldness."
Wen Yan's Mo Qingli heart was suddenly shocked. If Mu Tianlang was wary of cold and charming hearts, it might be because of their racial hostility over the years. But why did Nemo say so? !!
As if he saw the doubts at the bottom of Mo Qingli's heart, Naimo said, "I suspect that the cold coldness is so cold and charming."
Mo Qingli's heart was cold, and her face showed a thick look of annoyance. She said, "No, it's not cold, it's me. It was that day that I was fascinated by the mind and almost sucked the cold and cold blood I did it for him. It wasn't cold. "
"Fool." Naimo rubbed Mo Qingli's hair and said, "You have stopped it in time, I think, the cold and cold at that time should still be aware, isn't it?"
Mo Qingli recalled the scene at that time. Leng Hanzhen did not immediately faint, but instead spoke to her for two sentences before falling asleep.
Seeing Mo Qingli not talking, Naimo continued to say, "Although you spent a lot of energy on that day, but it was not completely empty, and the cold and cold blood, you should have gradually recovered when you sucked most of the blood. Ying, then you are conscious. That's why you let go of cold and cold. "
"If this is the case, the cold and cold chill at that time may just be syncope, not the way I saw it."
Mo Qingli was astonished by Naimo's words. She never thought that there would be such a situation.
But isn't Leng Hanyu the chilly patriarch? In addition, Leng Hanyu went a long way to find Leng Mei, even for Leng Mei, and he had to fight Mu Tianlang to death.
Is this cold and cold, really cold and cold?
But if Naimo is talking about the facts, the deep-seated imagination is scary.
"I see." Mo Qingli suddenly stood up and said to Nai Mo, "Mo, you take a good rest, cold things, I have my own decision."
Nai Mo (yu) said something, and moved his lips. After all, he didn't say it, just nodded with a smile, and watched Mo Qingli exit the door.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, Mo Qingli said to Yue Yao who had been waiting at the door: "Send someone to stare at Leng Mei, you must be careful."
"Yes." Yue Yao went down and arranged for staff.
Mo Qingli looked up at the sky, still the starry sky, but her mood was not as easy as that day, and some were heavy.
Thinking of her first man in the world, Xiaoyao Yunyan, Mo Qingli's mouth could not help but a faint smile.
But now she doesn't want Xiaoyao Yunyan to be involved in her affairs, so she can only be indifferent to Xiaoyao Yunyan.
In the following time, Mu Tianlang suddenly became like a man, and he ran to the room of Naimo diligently. Of course, Mo Qingli never told anyone about Namo's soberness, so Namo still pretended to be in a deep sleep.
On this day, Mu Tianlang came to Naimo's room again. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Mo Qingli sitting on the table in the room and reading a book.
"Li, when did you come?" Mu Tianlang rushed to Mo Qingli's side and asked diligently.
"Uh ... I accidentally picked it up." Mo Qingli handed the album in his hand to Mu Tianlang and continued: "But it ’s weird. The martial arts practiced by two people needs such flexibility (x / ing) It seems that human martial arts are not easy to practice! "
Speaking, Mo Qingli sighed.
Mu Tianlang glanced at it, twitched the corner of his mouth, grabbed the album from Mo Qingli's hand, and tucked it into his arms.
"Hey, why are you grabbing my album?" Mo Qingli glared at Mu Tianlang, trying to grab the album from Mu Tianlang.
Mu Tianlang sank his face and said, "Where did you pick this album?"
"I saw it when I passed by the garden." Mo Qingli was also made a little serious by Mu Tianlang's serious look, and answered.
"Do you know what this album is?" Mu Tianlang continued to ask.
"Isn't it a catalog of human practice of martial arts?" Mo Qingli asked, but when he saw Mu Tianlang's expression, he seemed to understand something, and his face turned red.
Mu Tianlang drew near Mo Qingli's eyes, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his blue eyes exuded a warm (ambiguous) light, "You know now?"
"This kind of album was casually left in the garden." Mo Qingli tilted his head and said with a trace of anger.
Mu Tianlang chuckled, "Li ... Will we also practice the 'Kung Fu' in there?"
He found that he was more and more interested in seeing Mo Qingli's shy expression, that red face, like the ripe apple, made people want to bite.
"No." Mo Qingli refused without thinking.
"Why?" Mu Tianlang's eyes narrowed, with a hint of danger in his tone, staring at Mo Qingli.
"Ah ..." Mo Qingli's eyes looked at Naimo lying on the soft couch.
Mu Tianlang was clear, a smile aroused at the corners of his lips, and his hand gently covered the thin waist of Mo Qingli, and then pulled toward his x / iong (front) to make Mo Qingli's body (body) tight. Close to her, her thin lips came to Mo Qingli's ear, and said with a hint of confusion, "Is it because of him?"
Mo Qingli raised her hand to push Mu Tianlang away, but the unique male (x / ing) breath from Mu Tianlang attracted her again, and she even gradually lost her strength. When it was pushed to Mu Tianlang, it had already become (yu) refuse to return.
"If it were because of him, it would not be necessary, anyway, he is now no different from a dead person." Mu Tianlang said, his hands have slowly probed (into) the ink-liquid shirt (lining), covering the slippery Tender skin.
With a bang, Mu Tianlang covered his head and looked around, roaring loudly: "Who hit me with something ?!"
Mo Qingli smiled and said nothing. She took the opportunity to chow out, far away from Mu Tianlang.
"Li ... Do you see who mixed things with me !?" Mu Tianlang held her head, and looked aggrieved. The duck (zi) in hand just flew like this, no wonder Mu Tianlang was so depressed.
Mo Qingli opened her eyes, pursed her mouth, and shook her head, signalling that she didn't know.
Mu Tianlang looked all around the room. Except for him and Mo Qingli, there was only one Nemo in the deep sleep, and no one else was found.
Looking at Mo Qingli pouting and laughing, Mu Tianlang thought that Mo Qingli was just a prank. He stretched out his long hand, held Mo Qingli's waist and limbs (lived), took it into his arms, raised his hand and gently shaved Mo Qingli's nose, and said, "My little Lili, you can make me so naughty. What to do !? It's better to ... use your body (body) to compensate for the naughty you just had !? "
Not how.
Mo Qingli glanced at Nemo lying on the soft couch, and could carry a black pot for him.
"What do you think of the living dead zombie? I look so good, look at me." Mu Tianlang saw Mo Qingli's gaze on Namo's body (above), and she couldn't help lowering her face and turning Mo Qingli's face straight. , Muttered.
The moment Mo Qingli retracted her gaze, she noticed that the corner of Nemo lying on the soft couch was pumping.
In order to let Mo Qingli ’s mind be on himself, Mu Tianlang ’s lips touched the cold lips of Mo Qingli without warning, and the flexible tongue (head) opened the teeth of Mo Qingli easily and skillfully. The pink (tender) tongue of Mo Qingli is hooked (on) and entangled (around).
Suddenly, Mu Tianlang felt that he was hit by the back of his head, and intense pain hurt Mu Tianlang's senses.
He yelled in pain, then his eyes narrowed slightly, and his blue eyes were displeased, "Xiao Lili, you are so naughty. You are so heavy now, I won't be polite when you wait. . "
In order to prevent Mo Qingli from
sneaking on
him again, Mu Tianlang clamped Mo Qingli's hands with one hand, and then covered (up) the other hand directly on the peak in front of Xi Qingli, using (force) ) Rubbing (pinching), Mo Qingli uttered pain.
"It's naughty to see you." Mu Tianlang's warm breath sprayed on Mo Qingli's face, but his voice had not yet fallen, and something was hit in the back of his head. And compared to the previous two times, Mu Tianlang was finally angry.
"Mo, Qing, Li. Are you willing to beat me stupid?" Mu Tianlang glared at Mo Qingli.
But looking at Mo Qingli smirking, Mu Tianlang felt that something was wrong.
Mo Qingli's hands were grasped by him. It is logically impossible for a third hand to free up and hit his back. Who will it be?
Mu Tianlang stood up and looked around everything carefully. If anyone or a monster is here, he should feel it.
But why didn't he feel that the person or the demon who entered or exited the room at all, if it had not reached the state of being enchanted by the method, it was ...
Mu Tianlang's eyes finally fell on Naimo who was closing her eyes tightly and lying on the soft couch.
Although he had personally identified Naimo as suffering a very serious injury before, it was almost difficult to wake up. However, besides him and Mo Qingli, the only person here is Naimo.
At this time, apart from Nai Mo, Mu Tianlang made no other conjectures.