Chapter 451: Collect monthly pass to summon Uncle Mo (9)

Not good?
Mu Qingge looked at the furnishings in the room again, and raised his eyebrows.
The exquisiteness of this room has almost surpassed her in Qin's home. If this is not a good place to live, what is her room in Qin Guomu Mansion? Is it a doghouse?
"So, are we still in Li Guo?" Mu Qingge asked.
The old monster said before that he would go to meet Mo Yang and the others after a day of rest. When they separated, they agreed to concentrate on the border between State Li and State Yu.
With the old monster's temperament, there is definitely no habit of turning back.
That can only show that they are still in Li Guo.
Sure enough, Mu Qingge's words made Si Mo nod his head.
"We can go directly to them." Mu Qingge frowned lightly.
Si Mo took a look at her, his eyes gloomy and said: "Are you sure you want to find them like this? Your magic weapon will be repaired tomorrow."
Mu Qingge's lips tightened.
Although Mo Yang and the others knew their true gender, they had never appeared in front of them like a woman... Besides, with them were the four attendants of Han Caicai.
"Then take a rest here." Mu Qingge walked to the bed, flicked his sleeves from the surface of the bed, jumped up and landed on the bed.
Seeing Si Mo still standing in place, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are you still going?"
I thought that after hearing this obvious ‘show off’ words, Si Mo should turn around and leave. However, he walked towards the bed as if he didn't know it.
Mu Qingge's eyes flashed, as he watched his approaching body, her lips tightly closed and he did not speak.
It wasn't until he flicked his sleeves and sat on the side of the bed that she said coldly, "What are you doing?"
Si Mo's figure flickered, and he was already lying beside Mu Qingge, causing the latter to rush back. However, there is a wall behind, where can I retreat?
"Naturally, sleep." Si Mo replied grandiosely.
"This is my room." Mu Qingge grinned his teeth and said with a black face. The implication is, ‘if you want to sleep, go back to your room. ’
"Wrong." However, Si Mo shook his head and pointed out Mu Qingge's mistake.
"Wrong? What do you mean?" Mu Qingge frowned and asked.
Si Mo pointed at her, then pointed at himself: "This is our room. No way, this place is too small. I tried my best to find such a room that I can barely live in."
"Are you kidding me?" Mu Qingge had already heard the sound of his teeth grinding.
"I'm telling the truth." Si Mo said innocently.
Well, Gu Ye did all the hard work to get this room. For this reason, the remaining rooms in the inn were destroyed.
"Then I leave it to you." Mu Qingge sat up, planning to leave, unwilling to entangle this old monster.
However, Si Mo grabbed her wrist and prevented her from moving.
"open."
"There is no room anymore, how about you and me just for a day?" Si Mo put his hands on his head, his ink hair drooped, and he looked at her with a smile.
Mu Qingge frowned and said, "I can go to another inn."
"Why bother?" Si Mo said. ‘Well, I should let Gu Ye ruin the other inns. Sure enough, his temper has improved a lot. ’
"It's not troublesome." Mu Qingge pulled her wrist forcefully, but Si Mo pulled her whole body into his arms.
Mu Qingge couldn't help but lay down on Si Mo's chest embarrassedly, with his hands resting on his body, two faces that were equally overwhelming, instantly close at hand.
Mu Qingge's hair crown had already been reduced to ashes under the burning of Huoyunyangyan, and his hair was also loose at this moment. When she lay down, her long hair suddenly poured out like a waterfall, falling on Si Mo's body and bed, intertwined with his hair.
In the depths of Si Mo's amber eyes, Mu Qingge was shocked. The familiar red, in the bottom of his eyes, became more and more hot.
Mu Qingge, who recovered from the astonishment, clearly saw her embarrassment through Si Mo's eyes at this time. She suddenly narrowed her eyes, her red lips as petals lightly curled up.
"Do you want to sleep with me that way?" Mu Qingge's clear eyes filled with enchanting luster, condensing that peerless beauty.
At that moment, Si Mo seemed to be caught in a whirlpool in her eyes, and his low voice was filled with a kind of inviting fragrance: "Is this little song sending me an invitation?"