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Whether it was a wooden hairpin or a jade hairpin, in the end, it was taken away by Mo Yanchen who was becoming more and more spoiled.

Meng Jiao took back the hand that had hit his forehead and leaned back in the recliner, listening to the rain falling outside and closing her eyes to rest.

In the past three years, because of his advancement to the Fusion Stage and because of Mo Yanchen's condensation of the Sea of ​​Consciousness Dharma,

So her plan to set out to find the Heart of the Sun was never put on the agenda.

But now, perhaps Jiemie noticed that Mo Yanchen's power had awakened, or perhaps it was because the restrictions that were set at the beginning were finally lifted, Huaqin said that the demons had begun to move frequently again.

Mo Yanchen returned to his room and carefully placed the hairpin into the treasure box. If someone saw the tenderness in his eyes, it would probably drown them.

He just wanted his master to see his aura, because every time at that time, the look in his master's eyes when he looked at him would be particularly gentle.

But who would have thought that the hairpins she had made over the years had never been made by anyone else, but were all carved by her master herself?

Now he has already understood that his true feelings are called love, so if this appearance can win the master's pity, what does it matter if he behaves inappropriately every day?

The day came to the end of the month again. Mo Yanchen took advantage of the lunch break to sit aside and peel spiritual fruits for his master.

The skin of this spiritual fruit is slightly hard, and the fruit inside is divided into several chambers. It is small and has soft seeds, making it particularly difficult to eat.

However, since his master liked it, he would peel it in advance and seal it in a jade cup whenever he had time.

A familiar wave of heat passed through his body, and Mo Yanchen disappeared in the courtyard in the blink of an eye. If someone saw it, they would be surprised. With such a speed, how could he only have the cultivation level of a Golden Core?

Holding onto the edge of the jade bed and breathing deeply, Mo Yanchen didn't understand why the intervals between these attacks were getting shorter and shorter.

Meng Jiao was originally immersed in a sweet dream of taking a nap, but suddenly she felt a chill in her consciousness.

After switching consciousness and opening his eyes, he saw his own little disciple leaning forward and kissing him wildly on the lips.

Mo Yanchen originally wanted to wait until his master finished his nap, but the moment he saw her in his sea of ​​consciousness, all his rationality collapsed in an instant.

He staggered towards her, but the heat wave forced him to kneel and crawl forward step by step in the second half.

Finally, he kissed those antidote-like lips and sighed in comfort.

The little disciple's wild cries were in his ears, and his neck was already covered with red marks from his sucking.

But Meng Jiao could feel that his body was chilled.

Even though her body was oppressed by lust, her face flushed with lust,

But it is still like the snow in Qingxuan that never melts all year round, so cold that it seems to reach the heart.

Restraining the heartache in her eyes, Meng Jiao finally made up her mind. She lowered her head and placed kisses on his neck and chin, then hooked her arm around him and danced with him until she was lost in her S-curve.

Every time at such moments, Mo Yanchen was like some fragile orchid broken by the wind.

That bitter fragrance would leak out with every inch of his extreme passion.

The black and white sea of ​​consciousness merged into chaos because of the master's distraction.

The dense yin energy is like the clear snow on the top of Wushan Mountain, which melts and slowly spreads along the ravines...

Meng Jiao withdrew her spiritual sense and performed the cleansing spell several times on herself, who was already well-dressed, especially on her hands that had caused trouble. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief and strode towards the next room.

However, when he walked into the cave and saw Mo Yanchen slumped beside the jade bed, the relaxed expression on his face instantly turned into tension.

He entered the space again with the person in his arms. At that time, DD was taking his little brother Qilin to soak in the spiritual spring.

Placed beside the pond were the spiritual fruit cores that had caused trouble for the two little fellows.

There was no need to guess to know that it was her own little system that had drilled into this space to play with others. Meng Jiao simply didn't bother to care about it, because the little thing's ability was not as good as DD's anyway.

Mo Yanchen slowly woke up while leaning against the pool. He stretched out his hand and softly grasped Meng Jiao's sleeve, hooking it upwards little by little.

"Master, I'm so cold, can you hug me?"

Meng Jiao turned her head and sighed. She usually looked ascetic and indifferent to the cold and the heat, but her heart softened when she saw the black flame pattern appear between his eyebrows.

The long hair of the two people blended in the spiritual spring, and it was impossible to tell one from the other.

Mo Yanchen leaned weakly in Meng Jiao's arms, greedily feeling the temperature of her body with his real body.

He also made a decision but didn't dare to tell it. After all, he felt that

A place like that was too dirty and unworthy of his Master.

The starry sky at night was particularly clear because of the rain during the day, and the warm moonlight sprinkled on the courtyard.

Two stone houses are built next to each other, and a lamp is slowly turning bright...

Mo Yanchen stood stiffly in front of the window, watching the moon in his heart walking farther and farther away in the sea of ​​fog with an umbrella.

All that is open, mean, dark and bitter,

Back under the white mist,

Silently lurking, eroding...

......

A month later, Meng Jiao once again shook off another wave of demon soldiers chasing her and found an opportunity to get into the space.

The mediocre ice sword in the past has now, after being forged again by her, become a divine sword that can be upgraded with the strength of its owner.

After the break, Meng Jiao rushed out of the space again, dancing the Qing Meng in her hand like a meteor.

Wherever the soul-calling banner passed, even the souls of the demon soldiers were completely imprisoned.

Slightly tired, he rested under the shady locust tree, thinking that he could return quickly after obtaining the Heart of the Fiery Sun.

But he didn't expect that the secret realm was interconnected and contained the fragments that Mu Sheng wanted.

But now that I have been delayed for some time, the secret realm seems to still have spiritual constraints.

In addition, she was chased by the demon soldiers as soon as she left the secret realm, and she has not contacted her little apprentice for almost a month.

At that time, on the other side, Mo Yanchen, who was planning to find the location of the Hehuan Sect, take the initiative to go there for revenge, and remove the love poison from his body,

After learning that independent cultivators and some small sects would attend the exchange meeting of the four major sects, they began to wait in an orderly manner.

But as time went by, he became increasingly irritable because he couldn't contact Meng Jiao.

I went through almost all the bad ideas in my mind.

At first, I wondered if Master had noticed my feelings and was deliberately avoiding me?

Or is it because I have been asking for things blindly for the past three years but have not been able to make any use of the cauldron, which has disappointed my master?

Or was he so seduced by his former suitor that he forgot to return to the sect?

But as time went by, no matter how hard I tried to call out to the Dharma Image in my sea of ​​consciousness, I could not get a response.

His morbid fantasies gradually turned into deep worry.

Master, where are you?

I wanted to go out and look for her, but looking at her life lamp burning vigorously, I was afraid that she would come back and not find me.

When he was caught in endless entanglement, on his way back to the sect after going down the mountain to purchase goods, he was hit on the corner of his robe by a transparent photo-taking stone.

He knew in his heart that this was a trap, but even if there was just a hint of it, he just wanted to know if she was okay?

The scene of Meng Jiao being surrounded by the demon soldiers slowly unfolded before his eyes. Mo Yanchen's eyes turned red, and the black flame pattern on his forehead appeared from time to time.

"Who! Come out!"