God Mu Wushuang of another world

The six people I saw very unanimously ignored Zhuo Weiyang's habitual complaints.Huan Niwen, who did not yet have the strength and plan to go to war, refilled himself with another cup of tea, and stayed with Joseph and the others in silence in a leisurely manner.

Silence, if you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence.Of course, you may also choose to remain silent.

Orders, rules, silence.Without the presence of the so-called Empress Ming Tang, the dinner party returned to its usual boringness.And Yong Moli, who had never participated in such a formal dinner, was idly poking the unrecognizable food in the bowl with silver chopsticks, watching Joseph and the others who were still silent, and built a "Dragon Palace". Lou, to express his admiration for them.

At the same time, Yong Yilan, who was sitting at another table, looked at the delicate white porcelain teacup in her hand, and showed a strange smile, which was hearty and chilling.Yong Mugui, Yong Ronghua and Yong Mingjian were all aware of it immediately, but they didn't have the slightest thought of intervening, who understood all of this and even had a little pity.

Want to live?Struggle by yourself, I will stand aside and watch carefully, you came, crazy, process, dear, blood relatives.

"Mo Li, how are the people over there today?" Back in the room, closing the door, Yong Liaoxiao held Yong Moli's hand and brought Yong Moli closer to the inner room.

Yong Moli, who had successfully climbed onto the bed while Yong Liaoxiao was speaking, tugged the quilt that he had just pulled away depressedly after hearing Yong Liaoxiao's words, and pointed his mouth at the bedside Yong Liaoxiao who sat down: "At the beginning, Ni Tian and that Joseph introduced each other. Well, the atmosphere was very strange during the introduction. Then we asked about the invitation letter, but they still desperately denied it. , Say we want to fight, they will fight, really, it is obvious that they provoked it, how about we accept it, it is too shameless. After that, it has been silent all the time. Guards also specially let the "Dragon Palace" We were silent, and we didn't say a word all afternoon. Next, it's the dinner party, and the emperor knows about the dinner party." After a short pause, Yong Moli remembered something again, and added in a serious manner: "Li Li hates this kind of thing. I don't like this kind of silence."

"If Mo Li doesn't like it, just find a time to leave quietly next time." Rubbing Yong Moli's long green hair, which had been cut short to the waist, Yong Liaoxiao stood up from the bed and held Yong Moli Hugged him up: "Li Li will not cut his hair in the future. Go take a bath with the father."

When Yong Moli heard Yong Liaoxiao's words, he nodded reflexively. Indeed, after returning to his father's side, he would not cut his hair again.Then he paused again, taking a shower?After realizing the next sentence, Yong Moli's face turned red, and he wanted to hide on the bed and bury himself with the quilt.

In the common sense taught by Zhuo Weiyang Youqing, the so-called bathing, especially after confirming the relationship, means to wash yourself for nothing, and then lie on the bed without clothes, let others do whatever, and don’t care. With resistance.

He is now saying that he is not ready, is it too late?Being a child is not a good thing.

Taking a look at the space enclosed by the screen, the steaming water vapor, and the not-so-big wooden barrel, if adding two naked people... Could it be that the father knows this and wants to try it with him?But he has no guts.What's more, although I don't know what this kind of thing is, didn't Wei Young say that after doing this kind of thing, he has to rest for a few days, he has no time to rest now.Well, but, he doesn't want to escape, what should he do?

As soon as Yong Liaoxiao lowered his head, he saw a little thing that was so far away and bursting into red.Not only the cheeks were flushed, but even the neck was ruddy and moving, and this blush extended to the inside of the clothes, where it could not be seen.

After calming down his emotions, Yong Liaoxiao helped Yong Moli, who had no idea what he was thinking, to take off his clothes without changing his expression. The movements were natural and skillful, and there was nothing wrong at all.

"Father..." Yong Moli, who had recovered from his wild thoughts due to the sudden chill, found that he had been turned into a white chicken, and carefully looked at the possibility of turning into a human being in Zhuo Weiyang's mouth at any time. The wolf's Yong Liao Xiao, with a flattering softness.

Yong Liaoxiao rubbed Yong Moli's soft hair, and pressed a kiss on his forehead.Yong Liaoxiao, who planned to be a simple father for a short time, felt that he could not bear it anymore in front of Yong Moli: "Mo Li, hurry up and go in. Father will come later."

Quietly glanced at Yong Liaoxiao, then quickly lowered his head, took another look, then lowered his head again... Until he saw Yong Liaoxiao turn around and walk out as he wished, Yong Moli hurriedly stepped on it and put it aside. He raised one leg high and was about to enter the barrel: "Mo Li, is the water temperature suitable?" Yong Liaoxiao turned around suddenly, just in time to see something that caused people's reverie, but his face was serious. .

He froze for a moment, then nodded desperately.Yong Moli slipped into the wooden barrel like diving at a speed that he couldn't even imagine, and buried himself in it.Why didn't I notice it when I took a bath with my father before, the action just now made me so ashamed.

After being quiet in the wooden barrel for a long time, he wondered why Yong Moli, who was so quiet outside, peeked out one eye from the wooden barrel and looked outside.Seeing this, Yong Moli was shocked again, father, father was actually taking off his clothes.

That skin, that muscle, that waist, that back.Breathe in, the saliva is about to flow out.Unexpectedly, he had raised his head up more and more, and Yong Moli, who was sticking more and more towards Yong Liaoxiao, thought of his sad figure, and his face flowed in his heart.That's right, he is a white chicken, he is a soft noodle, and in both lives, he is a stunted person, no matter what.

Yong Moli decided to let go of the idea of ​​counterattack.Although Zhuo Weiyang told him that Xiao Shou who doesn't want to counterattack is not a good one, but the gap between reality is too big, he is not an idealistic person, it is better to accept the reality obediently.

After taking off his clothes, Yong Liaoxiao, who was left with a pair of obscene trousers, looked at Yong Moli, who was staring at him blankly but no longer knowing where his mind was wandering, and then entered the wooden barrel from the empty back like a stream of kindness.Picking up the fragrant soap that had been put aside, wet Yong Moli's hair, and slowly washed Yong Moli's long green hair that he loved for 10 minutes.

"Father," although Yong Liaoxiao's movement was slight, it still woke up Yong Moli who was originally wandering.Feeling that Yong Liaoxiao was washing his hair, Yong Moli turned his head and suddenly remembered many similar scenes, but in those scenes, the person who did the work was Yong Liaoxiao without exception. In the meantime, Yong Moli was a little guilty and wanted to help Yong Liaoxiao: "Moli also came to wash father's hair."

"Don't move your head." Putting Yong Moli's head upright, Yong Liaoxiao carefully prevented the juice produced by the fragrant pancreas from falling into Yong Moli's eyes: "Moli turn around slowly, father will not run away It fell." Yong Liaoxiao supported Yong Moli's body, made Yong Moli turn around slowly, and handed the fragrant soap in his hand to Yong Moli, and let Yong Moli, who had no experience at all, take it. The fragrant soap was scratched on his head.

"Mo Li, how stupid." Looking at the messy hair on Yong Liaoxiao's head, after contacting Yong Liaoxiao, he helped him with everything perfectly every time, Yong Moli pouted. , with some crying because of his clumsy inability to help.

59．Rumors of the third round