Chapter 622: War drums ring, red candle tent, spring night

Canglan mountains, prosperous vegetation, and orcs entrenched. Here is a natural hunting ground and a place to harvest human lives.
A rabbit with a peculiar appearance is hidden among the thorns, and the golden eyes are burning like flames, and one stares closely at the dripping white lotion.
Every drop of those lotion dripped into a burst of red fruits growing in the cracks. It seems that it is nourishing the ripeness of this fruit.
Around the rabbit, the corpses lying on the ground belonged to the orcs.
Among these corpses, there were unihorned wolves with cultivation bases in the human gray realm, as well as three-eyed dry leopards and red-handed silver mangs that entered the silver realm. There was even a three-headed giant ape.
One thing they have in common with their corpses is that their heads have been exploded, and the brains inside have long been missing.
‘Alright, almost! Yan stared at the gradual ripening fruit, and was faintly excited.
As long as he eats those fruits, he can recover a lot from his injuries, and at least he can return to the state he was in before meeting the Jing family.
Suddenly, a sound of footsteps appeared behind Jian, and he turned his head abruptly, his eyes fiercely trying to kill any creatures approaching. Of course, when a shadow enveloped him, he felt his whole body hair standing upside down and his muscles tense.
He lifted his golden eyes and saw a beautiful face with peerless beauty.
That face showed a faint smile at him, but his golden eyes shrank sharply, showing a fierce light in his eyes.
"So you are here." Si Mo bent down, grabbed the fur on Yan's neck with his big hand, lifted him from the thorns, and held him in his hand. The tone was like going out looking for a lost pet.
"Why are you here?" Yan stared at him warily.
The corner of Si Mo's mouth lightly raised, and he said sincerely, "You are too naughty. If you don't go home for so long, Xiao Geer will be anxious."
‘I’m anxious for you uncle! ’
Yan was furious in his heart, but did not dare to really provoke this man.
Because he really has the ability to pinch himself to death!
"Huh? It's actually a jade berry." Si Mo's gaze fell on a string of attractive fruits growing in the cracks. "The pill made from jade berries will increase the healing ability several times. Xiao Ge'er should like such a good thing."
"That's mine! I found it!" Yan said angrily.
He has guarded this jade berry for so long, and he has killed so many orcs who have coveted the jade berry and snatched the jade berry from him. How could he give up at a critical moment?
Smoper's eyes lightly moved to him, squinted slightly, with dangerous light shining through his eyes, and kept smiling, "You are Xiao Ge'er's contract beast, and yours is hers, and hers is also hers. of."
‘Fuck... trough! ’
Xian suffered 10,000 points of damage in his heart, staring at Si Mo with wide-eyed eyes, mockingly, "Do your subordinates know you are so shameless?"
The corner of Si Mo's mouth widened, and he looked at Yan with a smile, but he looked terrified.
Si Mo patted him on the head and said with a smile: "However, since you found it, it is considered meritorious, I will reward you."
I reward your sister!
I want to cry without tears.
At this time, in the cracks of the rock, a brilliance rose slowly, and the aroma of jade berries began to overflow.
The scent was so tempting to drool, and I wanted to rush to eat all the jade berries. However, he can't move now, grabbing his man, pressing his neck tightly, and can crush it at any time.
"You can pick it up." A gleam of joy flashed in Si Mo's eyes.
As soon as he waved his hand, the bunch of jade berries growing in the rock cracks fell off automatically and flew towards his hand.
Yan watched the duck flying into Si Mo's hands, and his eyes could not be seen falling out.
The jade berry fell in Si Mo's palm, and a dazzling light flashed through, making Jian had to close his eyes.
When he opened it again, only a lone jade berry remained in Si Mo's palm.
"Roar--!"
Yan couldn't wait to roar.
Si Mo flicked the jade berry in his hand and flew towards Jian's mouth.
He opened his mouth and swallowed it immediately.
Suddenly, a faint crimson halo appeared on its body hair, covering it. And Yan slowly closed his eyes, seeming to be refining the energy in the jade berry.
Si Mo looked down at him, smoothed the soft hair around his neck with his big hand, and took him back to Longya camp with him.
"After such a long time, Xiaoge'er should have finished talking." Si Mo whispered to himself.
...
The camp of Longya, surrounded by burning braziers, illuminates the training ground.
It was late at night, and everyone had gone back to rest. But Mu Qingge was standing alone in the training ground, Linglong's gun was held in her hand and stood at her feet.
The night wind blew past, and the air was a little humid.
Her hair was blown up by the wind, and her light armor was hunting.
Mu Qingge closed his eyes, his beautiful facial features were somewhat cold and sharp, seeming to be immersed in something.
‘No matter what, we all hope you can visit mother. ’
‘My mother also has difficulties, I hope you forgive her. ’
‘My mother has always missed you. If you know that you have come to the Middle Ages, you will be very happy. ’
‘We are waiting for you at Sang’s house in Fusha City. ’
Mu Qingge raised his eyes, and a cold light appeared in his clear eyes. She slowly said in a very low voice: "Mu Qingge, if you are still alive, how would you respond? Sang Lanruo is no doubt with passersby for me."
She couldn't understand Sang Lanruo's pains and difficulties, and the same, Mu Qingge's hardships, step by step, they could not imagine.
They would never know that the real Mu Qingge had already died among the lies woven by Sang Lanruo.
Sang Lanruo was looking for an answer.
Now that the answer has been obtained, does she still need to go to Sang's house in Fusha City?
The anger in her heart is for the real Mu Qingge, because the real Mu Qingge is dead. She replaced her and accepted everything about her, but now that she found the news of Sang Lanruo, she felt even more distressed for the ray of fragrance that had long since disappeared.
Mu Qingge suddenly kicked the gun body, and Linglong's gun rose from the ground, and she held it in her hand, drawing a sharp edge.
‘Mu Qingge, will you forgive the mother who abandoned you for 19 years? Would you hate her arrangement, which made you have to hide your daughter and die on the battlefield? Mu Qingge was holding Linglong's spear and waving it on the training ground.
The marksmanship is as fast as the wind, as fast as electricity, and as sharp as a knife, constantly emitting silver edges around her.
The ink hair was lightly raised, the light armor and blood robe, and the exquisite spear fired crisply and loudly as Mu Qingge's waving. Gradually, it alarmed the people in Longya camp.
The Dragon Tooth Guards, who had already rested, walked out of the tent and surrounded the training ground.
They looked at their little lord, looked at her marksmanship, and seemed to feel her mood at the moment.
No one spoke, just watched silently.
More and more people.
Soon, the five hundred dragon teeth guards all stood up, and Mo Yang was among them.
Youhe, Huayue came out.
Bai Xi, Yin Chen also stood by the side of the drill field.
Jing Hai and Yuan Yuan also stood together.
Xuanya and Xiya stand side by side, with doubts in their eyes.
Hyun Kyu was among them, watching in silence with everyone.
On the platform outside the main tent, Si Mo, who returned from the Canglan Mountains with Yan, stood quietly like a lonely mountain, and his amber eyes quietly looked at the woman who was arrogant in the training ground.
"What's wrong with Young Master?" Xuankui asked in surprise.
Yanya frowned and pursed her lips, and said faintly: "Young Master's heart is disturbed."
"Little Master, what happened to the instructor?" At the same moment, Jing Hai was also asking Yuan Yuan beside him.
Yuan Yuan's pretty face was a little worried, "The boss is in a bad mood."
The gun shadow in the singer Mu Qing is getting faster and faster, and her figure is also hidden in it, making people dazzled. Linglong marksmanship was tricked by her without spiritual power, over and over again.
This display of pure power and speed can make people feel the power of Linglong's marksmanship even more.
Boom!
Suddenly, there was a thunder in the night, and the lightning split open the firmament of night, illuminating the twilight grassland for a moment.
Mo Yang shook his body and said loudly, "Take the drums!"
Hearing the order, Longyawei immediately turned around and took out several hundred drums from the camp. They quickly circled the playground and put the drum in front of them.
Mo Yang stood in it, holding the drumstick high in his hand, slamming it towards the drum surface.
Boom!
Drums sounded in the Longya camp.
Following Mo Yang's drumming, Five Hundred Dragon Tooth Guards also raised the drumsticks in his hand, and beat the drum in front of him rhythmically.
Boom!
咚咚!
Boom!
The tidy drums concealed the thunder in the sky, spreading away from the Longya camp with a strong aura, and gradually covering the entire sun twilight grassland.
With the sound of the drums, Mu Qing's gun seemed to have injected more power and swung more sharply, venting the depression in her heart.
The silver light that struck through the tip of the gun kept appearing beside her, and the Linglong gun was like an extension of her body, becoming more flexible.
Stepping on the drums, Mu Qingge seemed to have entered a state of selflessness, forgetting the troubles, forgetting the original intention, and completely immersed in the exquisite marksmanship.
"What are they doing?" Xuanya was surprised at Longyawei's drumming.
Yeya understands: "They are taking responsibility with the young master in their own way. They are using this morale-boosting drum to tell the young master that they will always be with him."
Xuanya's eyes were full of horror, she looked at Mu Qingge and Longyawei in shock.
In the shadow of the drums and guns, she seemed to really feel the everlasting close connection between Mu Qingge and Longyawei for the first time.
These people, although they are not necessarily the strongest, but for Mu Qingge, they are the bravest fighters! The most reliable comrade!
Boom-boom boom boom-boom boom-boom boom-boom boom boom-咚 咚 咚-咚 咚-咚-咚 咚 咚-
The sound of drums woke up the night in the sun twilight grassland.
In those tens of thousands of tents, various people walked out intermittently. They stood outside their tents, with doubts, looking in the direction of the drums.
"It's Longya camp!"
Someone discerned the direction of the drum.
"How come you beat the drum in the middle of the night? What happened?"
"I don't know, but the drum sound really has an uplifting and morale-boosting effect." The speaker couldn't help but straighten his chest.
In the Sang family camp, Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen returned from the Longya camp and did not rest.
The sound of drums interrupted their conversation. The two looked at each other, walked out of the tent, and looked at the hill where the Longya camp was located.
The drumbeat seemed to hit their hearts.
Although they didn't understand, they heard many unclear emotions in the drums.
"Is it my sister?" Sang Yichen asked in a low voice, immersed in the drums.
Sang Xuewu didn't answer, she was just listening carefully to the drums. An inexplicable heartache made her grab hold of her clothes, her nose slightly sour.
咚咚咚咚咚咚咚咚咚咚咚咚
The sound of the drums kept waking up in advance.
Qin Yiyao stood outside her camp, overlooking the Longya camp in the dark, muttering: "It's the sound of Mu's fighting drums...what's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"
In the Han family camp, Han Caicai was awakened by the sound of drums. He rushed out of the tent, looking at the place where the drums were sounding, frowning.
Han Yiren was also awakened. She hurried to her second brother's side and asked suspiciously, "Where is the drum sound in the middle of the night?"
Han Caicai did not reply, but immersed in the drum sound, murmured: "Qin Shi Ming Yue Han Shi Guan, Wanli Long March people have not returned, but the Dragon City Feijiang is here, not teaching Huma Du Yinshan. "
"Second brother, what are you reading?" Han Yiren couldn't hear clearly and asked again.
However, Han Caicai did not hear her at all. His narrow eyes were suddenly enveloped in distress, and she muttered to herself: "I finally understand how you feel when you are reading this poem."
Perhaps, this poem does not represent Mu Qingge alone, but a kind of will.
Mu Qingge's will is too strong, too strong to make him feel ashamed.
Boom!
In the night sky, thunder was resurrected, as if dissatisfied with Mu's drums, it robbed it of the limelight.
Of course, no matter how terrifying the thunder was, the drums of Mu's family were all in order, without a trace of panic. They beat people's hearts one after another.
Here is the place where streamers gather.
The drums of the Mu family evoked the memories of their iron-blooded rivers and lakes, immersing them in their respective past events.
There is no interest, no conspiracy, only great pride!
In the camp of the winner, Yingze stood in the tent in a robe.
His tent was lifted, and Ji Yaohua walked in and said to him: "Have you heard? The drum sound seems to be coming from Longya camp."
"The drum is so loud, I am not deaf, so I heard it naturally." Ying Ze replied lightly.
Ji Yaohua stretched out her little finger and scratched her ears, and smiled, "How about this disturbing thing, why don't we go over and break these drums together?"
"The sound of the drum is very nice." Ying Ze said, turned to sit down, closed his eyes, and seemed to listen carefully to the sound of the war drum.
Ji Yaohua was taken aback, blinked, and his eyes drifted out of the tent.
Boom!咚咚! Boom!咚咚咚!
The sound of melodious drums is endless, one more than one sound, one more percussive than one sound.
Almost all the people on the Sunmu Grassland were affected by the sound of drums. They didn't know what happened, but they were immersed in the drums, hoping that the drums would never stop.
The thunder of the night sky seemed to feel that his authority was being challenged.
It not only began to roar, but also attracted a gust of wind, raging towards the sun twilight grassland.
In the Longya camp, the wind was raging, and everyone's clothes were hunting and the flags were flying. The wind blew Mu Qingge's hair and danced wildly, but she remained unmoved and continued to dance the exquisite spear.
The marvelous marksmanship is presented to everyone in another posture.
The dust on the ground was swept into the air by the wind, trying to fascinate everyone's eyes. Of course, the Dragon Tooth Guards were not affected at all, and continued to beat their hands on the drum.
This is the fighting drum in the Mu's army. The sound of the drum represents the will of the Mu's army and the iron will of the iron-blooded soldiers that never collapses.
This is the first time that the sound of the Mu's army of war drums resounded on the land of the Middle Ages.
Click—!
A flash of lightning struck, as if to split the sky.
Lightning fell from the air and struck directly on a tree beside the training ground in Longya camp.
The trunk broke and the sky fire burned the branches, lighting up the exercise field brighter.
Mu Qingge in the training ground has entered a realm where humans and guns are one. Her eyes are only exquisite guns, and the sound of war drums that has always accompanied her.
Wow! Wow!
The downpour finally fell from the sky.
The big raindrops fell on the drums, and the drumsticks fell, causing water to jump and splash in all directions.
Mu Qingge did not stop because of the heavy rain, nor did the drums stop. All of them were showering with Mu Qingge, even Si Mo was no exception.
He stood in the rain, looking at the distressing woman, did not stop, did not persuade, just accompanied.
The rain glided across Mu Qingge's face, but it couldn't wash away the sharpness and sharpness in her eyes.
The sudden fall of the heavy rain woke up many people who were immersed in the drums. They returned to their tents to take shelter from the rain, but they were no longer sleepy, and they were still quietly listening to the sound of the war drum that could infect people's hearts.
"Second brother, it's raining, let's go in." Han Yiren held his forehead with one hand, and pulled Han Caicai's sleeve with one hand.
Han Caicai was standing in the heavy rain without noticing it, just staring at the direction of Longya camp, feeling the sound of drums.
He felt the helplessness and entanglement of Mu Qingge at this moment, he couldn't wait to rush to accompany her immediately and hold her in his arms.
However, he was caught by something invisible and could not walk over.
'not enough! not enough! I do not have enough strength to protect you, I do not have enough qualifications to stand by your side! The hand that Han Cai hid in his sleeve gradually became a fist.
"Second brother..." Han Yiren pulled Han Caicai hard and brought him back to the camp.
...
Longya camp, the heavy rain washed mercilessly.
Si Mo threw Ya to the corner of the tent, and suddenly walked to the place filled with drinks, picked up a jar of strong wine, and walked to the exercise field.
His woman needs to drink at this time!
He stepped out of the rain and attracted the attention of many people.
Xuanya and Xiya looked at him, and the two people who had doubts about his identity were even more puzzled at this moment. What they were puzzled was that they didn't know what Si Mo was going to do, and they still had a jug of wine in their hands.
"Little Geer, pick up the wine--!" Si Mo suddenly said, and the wine jar in his hand was thrown directly at Mu Qingge.
Hearing Si Mo's voice, Mu Qingge did not turn around, but took the opportunity to retract Linglong's spear backwards, and caught the flying wine jar with the tail of the spear. She applied a little force, the tail of the spear trembled, and threw the jar into it. In the air, a curved arc was drawn in the heavy rain and fell into her hands.
Tore open the sealing soil on the wine jar with one hand, Mu Qingge grabbed the mouth of the wine jar and lifted the jar with his backhand and poured it down towards her.
The crystal clear spirits, mixed with rainwater, poured out and entered Mu Qingge's mouth.
She raised her head to drink, and let the rain wash her face, her body, and the spirits ran down her throat, burning her blood.
Cang!
The tail of Linglong's gun was inserted into the ground, and the straight barrel of the gun went straight into the sky, quietly accompanying Mu Qingge.
A jar of spirits, after a while, has bottomed out.
Mu Qingge slammed the empty wine jar to the ground and suddenly fell to pieces.
The war drum stopped neatly at this moment.
All of them watched Mu Qingge silently. There is no word, only the company of physical practice.
Suddenly, Mu Qingge felt that he was not alone. Her eyes swept across faces before finally falling on Si Mo's beautiful face.
As if feeling Mu Qingge's eyes, Si Mo walked towards her.
The heavy rain fell on them, already soaking them.
Si Mo came to Mu Qingge and suddenly picked her up. Mu Qingge did not resist, but hugged his neck.
This hug stunned many people.
Among them, the most shocking were Xuanya and Xuanya, and of course Jinghai was pure, but also shocked Xuankui, who now almost worships Mu Qingge as an idol.
Mo Yang's eyes were a little bleak, holding the drumsticks tightly, but he didn't make any movements that he shouldn't have done.
Si Mo hugged Mu Qingge, turned away, and walked towards the main account.
When passing by Youhe and Huayue, he told them: "Youth Lotus and Huayue, come in and serve."
Youhe and Huayue immediately understood, and immediately went to prepare hot water and change clothes.
Shiya stood pale in the rain, Si Mo and Mu Qingge's affectionate behavior made her afraid to think about what might happen. Xuanya's face was also very strange and ugly, she looked at Xiya and said: "I seem to know now why the young master is not tempted by you and me."
These words pierced Xiya's heart like a sharp knife, and the pain made her hard to breathe.
She didn't want to look anymore, turned and ran towards her tent like she was fleeing. Xuanya looked at her back, shook her head slowly, and followed.
"The drums stopped." Yingze felt a little regretful, and his voice was full of emotion.
However, Ji Yaohua stretched out and said with a look of relief: "Finally stopped, and if I keep going, I will run away!" He yawned and said: "I will go back and sleep before I'm full, and wait until I wake up. A... hum." He walked out of the tent, a cold light flashed in his eyes with his back to Yingze.
...
In the Longya camp, inside the main tent, thick tents surrounded by fog also cut off the sound of rain outside.
Si Mo was already sitting on the bed dry, taking off his black robe and wearing only a white shirt. Ink hair and white clothes, graceful, like first sight.
Mu Qingge took a shower and walked out to see this scene.
Her hair was still dripping, wet against it. He also wore only loose blouses. The purple stud on the left ear was taken off by her a long time ago, removed the disguise, and restored her beauty.
Youhe and Huayue had already withdrawn from the main account. At this time, there were only two of them in the main account.
Si Mo looked at her, his eyes fell on the tips of her dripping hair, and he couldn't help frowning. "come."
He ordered her.
Mu Qingge walked over to the bed and sat down. Si Mo pulled a clean cloth from her hand and wiped it on her head.
A warm air stream hovered over Mu Qingge's head, making her very comfortable and feeling lethargic.
After she felt her hair dry, she realized that this man was actually drying her hair with spiritual power. A feeling of being spoiled moved her heart.
She turned around and sat opposite Si Mo, her eyes apologetically said: "Sorry, I lost my mind before."
Si Mo slowly shook his head, squeezed the tip of her nose, and said in a petting tone: "I only care, is my little song better now?"
Mu Qingge smiled and nodded, and said relievedly: "It's much better. Actually, the entanglement is just some past events, there is no need to care."
She is holding the injustice for the real Mu Qingge, and also for herself. Because now she is Mu Qingge!
Mu Qingge gave her an identity, but now she walked out the road under her feet step by step.
Looking for Sang Lanruo and figuring out what happened back then is her promise to Mu Xiong and what she can do for the real Mu Qingge. In that short time together, she clearly felt Mu Qingge's longing for her parents.
Otherwise, she would not always follow her mother's instructions, disguising herself as a man and bearing everything silently.
Because she always firmly believes that this is the task left to her by her mother, she must complete it well and protect the Mu family.
Of course, when she really solved the mystery, her mood became tangled and complicated again.
"It seems that I still have to go to Fusha City to make it clear what I should say. Then I find a way to tell Grandpa these things, so that this matter is over." Mu Qingge said to Si Mo.
"Don't force yourself." Si Mo said gently.
Mu Qingge nodded and smiled: "Don't force it. This thing was meant to be done, and it was my promise to Grandpa." She didn't know if she would treat Mu Xiong and Mu Lianrong like she did to Mu Xiong and Mu Lianrong after seeing Sang Lanruo. She didn't know what kind of mood it would be. But escaping was never something she would do.
Therefore, Fusha City, she must go!
Sang Lanruo, she must also meet!
Also, since Sang Lan couldn't save her father after 19 years, she would take his father away and would not leave him in Sang's house again.
Even if Muliancheng is going to die, he should die in Mu's family!
"By the way, suddenly there is a younger brother and sister. This feeling makes me feel very strange." Mu Qingge said to Si Mo.
Si Mo raised his eyebrows, rubbed her hair and said, "It's okay to let everything go."
Mu Qingge nodded in agreement and ridiculed himself: "I finally know why when I saw Sang Xuewu, I felt a kind of intimacy. When I saw Sang Yichen, I also had the illusion of deja vu. It turned out to be blood. cause trouble."
She didn't know how to accept the younger brother and sister who suddenly appeared.
However, she is not the only descendant of the Mu family, she also has the feeling of brotherhood, which makes her feel an indescribable feeling.
"Grandpa should be very happy to know this news." Si Mo smiled at Mu Qingge.
Mu Qingge frowned, "Unfortunately, I just don't know how to let Grandpa know." She is in the Middle Ages, not only when can she go back, besides her, there are future affairs, how can I inform Grandpa?
"May I help you?" Si Mo took the initiative.
Mu Qingge's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "Do you have a way?"
"Tell me how you want it." Smoper's eyes were full of spoiling look at her.
Mu Qingge thought for a while, while thinking, "Is there any way I can let Grandpa and I pass messages to each other?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Qingge shook his head.
If there was such a method, according to Si Mo's temperament, it would have been used between them.
"It's a bit difficult for others." Mu Qingge sneered.
Si Mo smiled and said, "Although I can't meet your request for the time being, I will consider it carefully. Now if Xiao Ge'er wants to send news to Linchuan Mu's family, I can help you."
"What!" Mu Qingge's eyes were flying.
Si Mo took out something like a transparent card, and Mu Qingge asked intently, "What is it?"
"This is called a messenger. You can record what you say and send it to the place you want to pass it. But each one can only be used once. This time I brought three more. Next time, I will bring you more." Mo explained.
"So amazing?" Mu Qingge blinked, and reached out to take the messenger. She was not polite to Si Mo naturally.
"Try it if you don't see it. However, the messenger can only send the news back, not bring a response." Si Mo said.
Mu Qingge groaned for a moment, and said, "In other words, after Grandpa received the news, he couldn't reply to me."
Si Mo nodded.
But he immediately said: "I can also send someone to send some messengers to the old man. In this way, you can achieve the kind of effect you want, but it can't communicate in real time as you expect."
"Good!" Mu Qingge said simply. Then she laughed again and said jokingly: "My grandfather once called you a saint king old man, and now you call him old man, this messy name."
Si Mo said bitterly, "For a cultivator, age is nothing at all. Moreover, I am his grandson-in-law. It is correct to call him grandfather or old man."
Mu Qingge looked at him dumbfounded, unexpectedly Si Mo could break it. After talking for a long time, isn't it just unwilling to admit that he is the youngest.
"Ahem." Mu Qingge changed the subject, "How long does it take for this messenger to reach Grandpa?"
"One day." Si Mo replied.
one day? It's pretty fast!
Mu Qingge glanced at Si Mo, took a deep breath, and said to the messenger, "Grandpa, I am Qingge. I have found the Sang family. It turns out... if Sang Lan is not dead, she found Daddy. But she was taken back to the Middle Ages by the Sang family. At that time, she was pregnant in her belly and gave birth to a pair of dragon and phoenix babies for the Mu family. I have already seen it. It’s just...I don’t know how to face them. Sang Lanruo. Also, they said that Dad is still saved, I will go and see, no matter if Dad is saved or not, I will bring him back to you. I am here well, and you have to take care of your body. Yes. Now, how is my aunt? My cousin or cousin should be called grandpa now, and greet them for me. I will be back."
After Mu Qingge finished speaking, he looked at Si Mo.
Si Mo taught Mu Qingge a law decision. After Mu Qingge used it, the messenger in his hand turned into a white light and flew out.
"Is this all right?" Mu Qingge asked in surprise.
Si Mo nodded, "Master will hear from you soon."
He shook Mu Qingge's hand and said to her: "I will also send a letter back immediately and send someone to give the old man a charm."
"Thank you." Mu Qingge said moved.
"Fool, didn't you say mine is yours? Use your own things, why are you thanking you?" Si Mo smiled.
Mu Qingge smiled, and said to him: "Tonight, I'm afraid I have scared many people."
"Occasionally indulgence is also good, Xiaogeer, don't push yourself too tight." Si Mo shook his head.
Mu Qingge took a deep breath and nodded: "In the beginning, I was really moved by my heart, but then I entered a very mysterious realm, which gave me a new understanding of Linglong marksmanship. A windfall."
"Then I want to congratulate you." Si Mo played with her hair, smiling like a spring breeze.
That handsome face, with picturesque brows and impeccable, seemed to capture all the charm of the world. Mu Qingge looked a little silly, she had to admit that this face had enough charm to sink all women.
Fortunately, Si Mo does not often appear in front of people, she can enjoy this beauty exclusively.
Suddenly, Mu Qingge's eyes were sharp, and he grabbed Si Mo by the skirt of his clothes, brought him to him, and asked vigilantly: "Is there any woman who admires you in your place?"
Before Si Mo had spoken, she warned again, "Don't lie to me saying no!"
Si Mo opened his mouth and looked at the powerful little woman helplessly: "There are indeed many, but I have no intention of them, they also know."
"They? There seem to be a lot of people." Mu Qingge's tone was a little bit more sour.
"I only have Xiao Ge'er in my heart. I can't even remember the names of the women you mentioned." Si Mo hurriedly said.
Mu Qingge gritted his teeth and said: "You are mine. Whoever dares to covet you is provoking me!"
Si Moren smiled and nodded.
Although Mu Qingge's way of confessing is always so overbearing, he just likes it damnably.
Suddenly, Mu Qingge leaned forward and approached him.
Si Mo couldn't help holding his breath, his amber eyes looked at her with a strange color, guessing at her intentions.
Mu Qingge's clear eyes looked at Si Mo's face, his eyes swept across his face, from eyebrows and eyes, to the peak of the nose, to the cherry lips, and then swept across his Adam's apple, there was nothing in his shirt. Clavicle.
Inside the tent, there was a swallowing sound.
Si Mo looked at her with surprise, expectation, and excitement in her eyes.
Mu Qingge's sight shifted, and his eyes met. She said hoarsely: "In order to prevent you from being missed, I decided to leave a mark on it."
"What mark does Xiao Geer want to leave?" Si Mo said slowly. In his voice, it was not as calm as usual at the moment, and there was a slight tremor, but it released a kind of fascinating power.
His eyes, because of Mu Qingge's posture, inevitably saw the seductive scenery looming in her loose skirt.
Si Mo's breathing stagnated, and the scenery hidden under his clothes was simply the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen.
"I want you." Mu Qingge uttered these three words clearly, bullying her body forward, pulling the distance between the two closer.
Si Mo leaned back, propping the bed with his elbows.
I want you!
These three words hit his heart, causing his heart to start beating violently. "Little song, do you know what you are saying to yourself?"
Mu Qingge bullied herself on her body, one hand was also supporting the bed, the other hand raised Si Mo's chin, she exhaled and said, "Of course I know! I want to make it clear, anyway you are me. People, why should I endure my grievance?"
Si Mo twitched his temples, gritted his teeth and said, "I should have said this!" Damn, who is holding it back?
Mu Qingge shrugged, and said nonchalantly: "So, I decided, I want you tonight, let you be famous and have a part, completely become my person, cut off the thoughts of the wild flowers and weeds outside."
Si Mo's eyes softened, and a touch of majesty gradually appeared in the deep amber eyes, coquettish and temptation, like a poppy, exuding an inviting fragrance, step by step to lure Mu Qingge.
"Little Ge'er, you won't regret it." Si Mo's voice became hot and hoarse because of Mu Qingge's behavior. He is restraining himself, but if this little thing wants to shrink now, he won't allow it!
"Regret?" Mu Qingge raised his eyebrows, and said domineeringly: "My Lord Sir never knew how to write the word regret!"
"A Mo, are you ready?" Mu Qingge showed a beautiful smile to Si Mo.
Si Mo missed a beat in his heart, narrowed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "My little song, are you ready?"
The candlelight shone on the faces of the two, the same beautiful, allure. Even in appearance, the two are not to be outdone. The evenly matched beauty, under the swaying candlelight, has become soft and harmonious, and it is such a good match.
"The red candle warms the tent, the spring night is worth a thousand dollars." Mu Qingge flicked his finger and said with invisible strength, extinguishing the candlelight, plunged the tent into darkness.
However, after the heavy rain, the stars that saw the sky again, spilled in and fell on the two people on the bed, so that they could see each other clearly.
The bottom of Si Mo's eyes reflected Mu Qingge's beautiful and charming figure at the moment.
And in Mu Qingge's eyes, Si Mo's gentle eyes were also reflected...
Finally, she lowered her head, caught the cool lips in the man's expectation, sniffed his breath, and easily opened his defense.
Mu Qingge's initiative finally turned the trace of hidden anxiety in Si Mo's eyes into surprise.
He hugged Mu Qingge's slender waist, turned it hard, and pressed her under him. Turning passivity into initiative, frantically asking for the beauty in her lips.
The main attack power was robbed, and Mu Qingge's eyes widened unwillingly to show weakness, and he turned over with force and changed the positions of the two of them.
Being pressed by Mu Qingge again, Si Mo's eyes showed a hint of helplessness.
Putting Mu Qingge's provocative expression into his eyes, he decided to leave her alone. Si Mo gave up the resistance, and Mu Qingge was in high spirits.
This kiss was extremely passionate, as if it could melt them each other.
I don't know how to talk about it, but it settles and ferments in silence. Perhaps, at the moment when Mu Qingge just came across, when they first met with Si Mo, they were destined to each other, but they didn't know it.
Or maybe, at that time, if someone told her that she and Si Mo had such a fate, she would sneer in disdain and choose not to believe it.
Of course, tonight, she willingly handed over herself to let the man get what she wanted...
After the rain, the night sky became brighter and clearer, and the stars shone like a flower, covering the main tent of the army, covering up the charming fragrance.