Chapter 89: Heavenly martial arts (1)

In the sky of night, Mu Qingge only felt that after losing weight for a moment, he fell into a warm embrace, and the wind around him was blocked.
Waiting for her to take a closer look, she was actually sitting in a huge carriage, and it was the monster in white clothes who hugged herself.
Being hugged by someone who had lived for thousands of years, Mu Qingge suddenly had goose bumps.
She pulled away the man's arms without hesitation, crawled out of the warm embrace, and squeezed into the corner of the carriage.
Glancing at the grinning man, she began to look at the layout of the carriage.
This carriage is really not small.
She estimated in her mind that it was nearly a hundred square meters. It's much bigger than it seems from the outside. There is everything in the carriage. It's exactly the man's bedroom.
just--
Mu Qingge frowned in confusion.
Every time he saw this old monster, he was always dressed in white clothes. She originally thought that what he loved was pure white. But I don't want to, all the furnishings in this carriage are actually pure black.
The black cushions, beds, veils, incense burners, tables and chairs are all black. The endless black seemed to have swallowed the gorgeous red from her body.
He sat barefoot on the bed and became the only bright color in this space.
It's just that the precious furnishings in this carriage have no shock to Mu Qingge, a guy who has no vision. Unless someone tells her frankly that she can easily buy a city outside by taking out an inconspicuous furnishing here, and she will say something like: "Fu Jia, it's my friend!" "
"Little song..."
As soon as Si Mo spoke, he saw Mu Qingge stretch out his hand and make a shut-up gesture. He closed his mouth amusedly again, wanting to see what this little girl wanted to do.
Withdrawing his gaze, Mu Qingge said with a cold face: "What do you want to play again?"
"Play?" Si Mo raised his eyebrows seemingly puzzled, his eyebrows filled with joy.
Mu Qingge sneered: "Although you are not familiar with you, you are not so boring that you will appear at the palace banquet and be worshipped by thousands of people."
"Little Geer really understands me." Si Mo smiled cheerfully. That laughter, as mellow and rich as wine, rippling in the carriage, seemed to make all the objects in it drunk.
Know your sister!
Mu Qingge cruelly despised this self-conscious guy, trying to keep the distance between the two.
The alert under the enchanting red clothes made Si Mo feel uncomfortable.
But he didn't say much, just answered Mu Qingge's question: "I just want to see you again." He also wanted to see how she was in front of other people.
"Disgusting." Mu Qingge shook the goosebumps on his arm, and said silently: "Please, an old monster who has not known how many years he has lived, let me say less disgusting Bara." It's really funny.
"Old monster?" Si Mo recalled Mu Qingge's ‘nickname’ for him, with a smile in his eyes, and he accepted it with pleasure.
If this scene were seen by Gu Ya and Gu Ye, I am afraid that the Sanguan that was hard to pick up would collapse again.
"What's the matter with your carriage and Dragon Leopard?" Suddenly, Mu Qingge asked curiously. A strong thirst for knowledge was written in his clear eyes.
The real black carriage can be turned into a burst of smoke. They are all gusty dragons and leopards, but can they swallow the same kind?
Mu Qingge felt more and more that the old monsters who lived a long time were not easy!
Si Mo smiled and said, "Although the magic weapon is rare and precious, it is not unique to you."