Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

Luo Yuheng was also stunned when he heard his master's voice, but thinking that he was still angry, he didn't even turn his head.

He said coldly: "Come to find Luo Xun."

Si Mo: “?”

"Luo Xun? Isn't he dead?"

Before he could figure it out, Si Mo heard Luo Yuheng say, "Come and find the body, and see where they are alike." How did I get your favor?

Si Mo frowned: "You mean Han Yu?"

Hearing that man's name from Si Mo's mouth, Luo Yuheng became even angrier: "Yes, Master likes people like him."

"Once I find it, I will dig out that place myself."

Luo Yuheng hated the way Han Yu looked at Si Mo, so he started with his eyes.

Si Mo was a little stunned when he heard his little apprentice's bold and crazy remarks, but when he thought that Luo Yuheng's jealousy showed that he loved him to death, he suddenly thought he was very cute.

"But it's useless for you to go down now. Luo Xun has already been eaten by the evil spirit until only bones are left."

Luo Yuheng clenched his fists. If his eyes could kill people, the entire Ziyun Peak would be slaughtered by him.

Si Mo didn't want to tease him anymore, so he forced his face to look at him, and took Luo Yuheng's hand and shook it flatteringly: "Who said I like that?"

Luo Yuheng was still angry and turned his eyes away from him: "Then Master likes--"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted. Si Mo immediately took over the topic: "You are the kind of person I only like."

Now even Luo Yuheng himself felt that he was useless. Although he was extremely angry in his heart, he was reluctant to push Si Mo away at all. He even couldn't suppress his joy after hearing his confession.

"Lower your head and nod. I will tell you something." Si Mo hooked Luo Yuheng's palm with his index finger and saw that the tip of his ear was slightly red because of his teasing.

Although still reluctant, Luo Yuheng did it anyway.

Si Mo was quick-witted and quick-handed. As soon as he leaned over, he hooked his hands around his neck, raised his head slightly, and covered his lips with his.

With a beautiful woman in your arms, you should take the initiative to get close to her.

Luo Yuheng's breathing became heavy, and with his experience he quickly took the initiative, grabbing Si Mo's waist and pressing down hard.

The kiss was fierce, almost as if in revenge.

The second before the smell of blood spread in his mouth, he tasted sweetness.

The little fox knew that he was in the wrong, so he didn't blame him for biting his lip. After he was released, he panted and asked, "Is it sweet?"

"I ate caramel."

Luo Yuheng licked the corner of his lips and was about to subconsciously agree with his master's words, but suddenly he remembered that Si Mo had drunk the tea handed to him by Han Yu, and he immediately sobered up a little from the ambiguous atmosphere.

He still had a sullen face, but this time he didn't show any arrogance. He was like a black cat that had its fur stroked but was still acting arrogantly for the sake of face.

"It's bitter." Luo Yuheng said.

Seeing the effect, Si Mo was not annoyed by his answer. He just pretended to be very cold, put his arms around himself, and coaxed: "Ah Heng, let's go back and talk about it, okay?"

Luo Yuheng took his actions into consideration and realized that the temperature here was frighteningly low. He did not say anything on the surface, but quickened his pace to leave.

On the way, Si Mo came up with another idea.

I first observed the surrounding environment, which included mountains, dirt roads, and overgrown weeds.

"Ah!" Si Mo screamed in realistic acting, and for a moment he squatted on the ground and couldn't get up.

"Heng, wait a moment. I seem to..."

I took the store-bought eye drops that Benben handed to me and squeezed a few drops in while I had time.

When Luo Yuheng turned around, he saw a scene where Si Mo was half-sitting on the ground, his white clothes stained with dust, like an immortal who was not tainted by the worldly world being dragged down from the altar.

The master covered his ankle with one hand, his handsome brows were tightly locked, his lower lip was bitten, and he looked very aggrieved, but he endured the pain and refused to cry. There were tears hanging at the corners of his scarlet eyes, and he was very stubborn.

Seeing this, Luo Yuheng's anger was overwhelmed by his heartache. He squatted down and tried to pry Si Mo's hands apart: "Why are you so careless?!"