Chapter 236: The studious Uncle Mo (5)

‘After all, you still cannot escape the fate of being manipulated? Mu Qingge sighed softly in his heart, and then withdrew his thoughts.
...
It was the night, when Mu Qingge was lying in the room, about to go to bed, suddenly felt a strange fragrance hit, and then the whole person was wrapped in a force and led away from the room.
When her vision became clear, people had already arrived in the depths of Qinling.
Don't ask her how she judged... the smell of Qin Ling has been familiar to her for a long time.
Although she hadn't been here in the future, she knew that this was the Qinling Mountains, and it was a deep place that was difficult for ordinary people to enter.
However, she was standing on the thick withered leaves, but the surroundings were very quiet, there were no birds and insects, and there was no spirit of beasts. It seemed like a dead place.
If... there really is such a beautiful dead place in the world...
Mu Qingge looked around, it was a maple forest like fire. All around, there are maple trees out of sight, and the maple leaves, like flames, illuminate the world.
Looking up, there are ancient trees in the sky that rush into the sky in the distance, and the huge crown of the tree hangs down like a green canopy, glowing with blue light.
The night wind blew up, blowing up the falling maple leaves towards Mu Qingge.
She raised her hand to take it, and the maple leaf fell down lightly, resting in her palm, so light that she couldn't feel any weight.
Mu Qingge's eyes drooped lightly, her clear gaze fell on the maple leaf, staring at the fiery red, as if a flame was rising in his palm.
Suddenly, a big hand appeared abruptly and landed on her palm, covering the maple leaf, and holding her palm tightly.
Mu Qingge raised his eyes, and the clean white clothes appeared in front of her, like white mist and flowing clouds. She raised her eyes again, raised her chin slightly, and reflected in her eyes an indescribable face full of grace in the world. The slight smile on the lips seemed to represent all the beauty in the world.
"It's you." Mu Qingge whispered softly.
In the tone, there is no surprise, no surprise. It seems that it should be so.
The curved corners of Si Mo's lips are even more moving, and the ink hair falling on his knees is lightly in the wind, with boundless charm. His drooping sleeves were suddenly lifted, revealing his slender palm.
Without any notice, he suddenly grabbed her waist and drew her closer. There was almost no gap between them.
Mu Qingge didn't resist, just stared at him, raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were a bit more playful.
Si Mo lowered his head, and in his deep peach blossom eyes, a bright red Mu Qingge condensed seriously, and said softly: "I wanted Xiaoge'er to teach me that weird dance. Why, choose a day instead of hitting the sun, just tonight Right."
These words are taken for granted and cannot be rejected.
Gu Ya and Gu Ye, who heard in the dark, held their foreheads to tears. Why is their holy lord becoming thicker?
"That dance do you want to learn?" Mu Qingge raised his lips jokingly.
As if unable to see the banter in her eyes, Si Mo nodded: "I always feel that only I can dance an impeccably stunning dance with Xiao Ge'er."
"You are really very conceited." Mu Qingge sneered.
Si Mo smiled and said nothing. She seemed to be telling her with her eyes, whether she was right or wrong, she would know at a glance.
After staring at him, Mu Qingge raised his other hand and dropped it on his shoulder, further narrowing the distance between the two of them, and whispering charmingly in his ear: "Then learn it. "
There is no music, but there seems to be music.
As the maple leaf fell, Mu Qingge moved.
This time, she jumped in female steps. Because Si Mo domineering preempted the male dancer's seat. It seems that the last time Mu Qingge danced, he remembered every movement she danced.