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Mo Beichen was stunned, he even guessed that he might be in a dream.

Is this what people often say, "The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and no way out, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright and there is another village"?

For a moment, he was still thinking about how to get the words out of Yi Qingyun's mouth, and then tried to deal with the little fairy who was fighting with him in the air.

As a result, he didn't know until the next moment that Ganqing, the little goblin who made people miss him, was himself?

It's unbelievable.

White fingers caressed the man's face, only to feel that his face was terribly hot.

Was it really him who made the originally stern face so different?

Yi Qingyun is really not a person with expressive expressions. In Mo Beichen's impression, Yi Qingyun smiled pitifully, and the number of times he softened his eyebrows was only a handful.

It is precisely because it is uncommon that such an expression is even more rare and moving.

The name Yi Qingyun shouldn't have any entanglements with the all-powerful Beichen Demon Lord.

If there is no chance of the Millennium Blood Ganoderma lucidum, the two of them may have a chance to fight against each other in an unknown battle in a hundred years at most.

What's more likely is that the two take sides, listen to each other's ridiculous rumors from other people's mouths, and then disdain what should be contemptuous, and what should be contemptuous.

The two are like light and shadow, they have nothing to do with each other.

It's a pity that the arrangement of heaven is unpredictable, and it forcibly binds these two diametrically opposed people together.

Mo Beichen couldn't express his feelings for Yi Qingyun, he felt that the other party didn't have much to show for it, except that his cultivation speed was a bit more monstrous, his appearance was more to his liking, and his personality was more pleasing to him.

There doesn't seem to be anything particularly good about it.

This is very different from the type of people he has admired in the past.

Mo Beichen has admired many people in the past hundred years. His first love was for a young senior sister from a third-rate sect. At that time, he was very poor and unable to make it to the stage. For him, liking him alone was not open. .

So until he was kicked out of the school because of some not-so-good things, he never said this throbbing.

Mo Beichen never thought of explaining to the other party.

It's no use talking about it, anyway, if you think about it with your toes, the other party will not accept a person of his background.

Mo Beichen never did anything thankless.

Later on, he had no possessions, and without his cultivation, he became a waste who didn't even have enough to eat, counting the days in a chaotic manner.

Until one rainy night with lightning and thunder, he was picked up by an old man who looked like a fairy, but was actually good at magic.

He worshiped his master very casually, cultivated demons very casually, and fell in love with his senior brother Murong Qingran very casually.

The reason why Mo Beichen likes Murong Qingran is very simple, he likes the other party's bright appearance and gentle personality.

These two points are extremely dazzling on Murong Qingran.

Before Mo Beichen met Yi Qingyun, Murong Qingran was his ideal partner.

Strong enough, beautiful enough, impeccable in temperament, and close to the water, he is undoubtedly the one with the best chance.

So he took the initiative to pursue it, and did not give up even if he was frustrated.

Because he thought these actions were rewarding, and before that terrible thing happened, Mo Beichen felt that he would definitely be able to take down Murong Qingran.

But the facts quickly slapped Mo Beichen, and he seemed to have done another useless thing.

After that, Mo Beichen, who had been trained as a Demon Lord, completely gave up all his efforts. He figured out two points.

One is, whether there is emotional repayment does not seem to be equal to his own strength.

The second is that the more beautiful a woman is, the stronger the poison is in her mouth, and this seems to be applicable to men as well.

Regarding the second point, Mo Beichen learned it from Murong Qingran, or shamelessly said that he learned it from himself.

He likes on the surface but rejects the extremely beautiful person in his heart.

ink dust.

The man whispered in his ear.

Mo Beichen's mind was in a mess, and he couldn't help sighing secretly that the timing of Yi Qingyun's appearance by his side was really ingenious. If it was in the past, he would not have given his heart to such a fool.

He wouldn't be able to help himself to such a cold face.

At this time, the room was full of darkness and mystery.

While the tourists outside are still wandering around on the dry land, there are two lonely people in the turbulent waves, comforting each other's unique souls.

Mo Beichen turned over and saw wolfish eyes in the endless darkness.

I couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive.

He couldn't resist?

A wave of embarrassment and annoyance swept into Lord Mozun's heart.

What a shame!

It was so easy for him to—

This is really-

Mo Beichen's eyes didn't know whether it was because of the lingering rhyme just now or because he was too annoyed. He didn't know when they were stained with misty water vapor.

"Go away."

The woman in white cursed softly, and put her head aside angrily.

A gentle kiss fell on his brow and eyes like a drizzle.

Don't be softhearted!

Master Mozun told himself so.

The woman in white was upset, she turned around and wanted the other party to stop pestering her.

Then, he was taken aback by the lava-like hotness in the opponent's eyes.

It's like a beast trapped in a cage.

Mo Beichen pursed his lips lightly. He knew that he had fallen into the other party's trap, and he just waited for him to gently peel off the lock of the cage.

In the next moment, he will be completely submerged by the sudden flood.

"Mo Chen, I love you."

"Mochen, don't leave me."

Everything is bewitching Mo Beichen's fragile nerves.

His lips parted slightly, and he was a little shaken by the sweet words.

dong dong dong dong-

A crisp knock on the door made the woman in white break free from her daze, and the itchy beauty was knocked away in an instant.

Who will it be at this time?

"Qingyun, are you there?" A familiar man's voice said.

It's Yi Yao!

Is that Yi Yao?

Mo Beichen was a little confused, he didn't know what the other party was doing at the inn at night.

"Qingyun, did you go to bed so early? Forget it, time is running out, so I won't go in, and I will say a few words outside the door." Yi Yao stood outside the door with his head down and mumbled Said.

Those embarrassing people's pretentious words, he can't say it with Yi Qingyun's cold face.

"Don't move around." Mo Beichen said softly to the restless man.

But at this time, Yi Qingyun couldn't listen to what he said, because he didn't pay attention to the opponent's hand and started to behave irregularly again.

"Mo Chen." The man murmured.

"Qingyun, did you say anything?" Yi Yao asked outside the door in a daze.

The woman in white had no choice but to pull the quilt beside her and cover the man's head in the quilt.

The man complained and arched under the quilt.

"Probably I got it wrong." Yi Yao said to himself, rubbing his hands together.

He is still living in Yi's house, so he has strict access control.

He thought about the words in his mind, and then said: "I was the one who said something off the hook the day before yesterday. You were right. I really should take the initiative to ask the fairy's name, and I shouldn't bother you."

Mo Beichen lay quietly on the bed, listening to Yi Yao's words, he felt more and more strange.

He couldn't help frowning.

Could it be that the fairy that Yi Yao was talking about was him?

What he meant by this seemed to be that Yi Qingyun asked Yi Yao to take the initiative to ask her name?

What is the reason?

Yi Yao stroked the door uneasily, "You are right, after all, this is the girl I like. I went back and thought about what you said that day, and I just felt that I blamed you wrongly. Although your words are It's a bit mean, but it's really for the future of the fairy and me."

"If I pursue the fairy without proper preparation, I will be irresponsible to the fairy. I will listen to you and think about it."

"At first, I thought you were trying to make it difficult for me, but I think I'm a small belly."

"Qingyun, thank you, you are really my good brother, if I can have a relationship with Fairy—" Yi Yao's face suddenly turned red, and he couldn't continue with the embarrassing words, "You are a great hero, but I will give you Pack a big gift."

"These words today are my words from the bottom of my heart, you can just listen to them. Tomorrow, you will have never heard of it. Forget it, forget it, I will come to you tomorrow!"

Yi Yao was in a hurry, and before he left, he didn't forget to ask Yi Qingyun to help him match up tomorrow.

The room fell silent, only the man's whispering could be heard.

After listening to Yi Yao's words, even though the temperature on Mo Beichen's body hadn't dropped, his heart had calmed down.

It's not that he calmed down, but that his chest was replaced by another tangled emotion.

It was a mixture of resentment, jealousy, and grievance.

He was resentful that Yi Qingyun dared to push himself to others, and he was jealous that Mo Chen's identity could occupy all of Yi Qingyun's thoughts.

He wronged Yi Qingyun why he couldn't recognize himself immediately——

Could it be that you can't recognize it if you change your appearance?

Mo Beichen curled his lips. He himself felt that his thoughts were simply unreasonable.

But he just lost interest because of it.

He lifted the quilt by himself, and glanced at the man who was still calling Mo Chen.

His resentment couldn't help but grow a little more.

"Go and find your ink dust in your dream."

The hand made a knife and directly knocked the man unconscious on the bed without making a sound.

Mo Beichen broke free from the man, and he straightened his clothes

He stepped on the cold ground with bare feet, came to the window, and pushed the window slightly open.

The cold wind at night completely freed Mo Beichen from the heat and lingering just now.

The hazy silver-white moonlight hit that dusty face, as if the moon god descended to earth.

The golden and slender tobacco rod twirled deftly between the white jade-like fingers.

"Heh, why listen to you, if you don't let me, I won't smoke?" Mo Beichen murmured while turning the cigarette stick to himself.

He leaned against the window and glanced casually at the man with the open coat on the bed.

He licked the cigarette rod and thought quietly, but the flame from the mouth of the cigarette did not jump up in the master's hand.

"You can't just take advantage of it like this." The woman in white said coldly under the moonlight with her eyes slightly lowered.

It's like raving, which makes it hard to hear.

With a light wave of her white fingers, the window next to her silently closed.

The smooth and jade-like feet got on the bed and straddled the man's body.

Mo Beichen lay back on the bed again, squeezing the man sleeping next to him outside.

He tore the other side's skirt a little, and loosened his own clothes a little.

Then he turned the man to his side, and pulled the slender arms along the way, letting him wrap his arms around his waist.

After finishing all this, the woman in white snorted softly, and nestled herself in the man's arms, leaning her head lightly on the man's firm and hot chest.

Thinking of the reaction of the man waking up tomorrow, the corners of the woman in white couldn't help but raise her mouth.

In such a warm and quiet night, Mo Beichen quickly let go of his consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

A few beams of indifferent sunlight came in along the window.

However, even though it was a hangover yesterday, the eyelashes of the man with his shirt open on the bed moved slightly.

Yi Qingyun frowned and regained consciousness a little.

His head still hurts a little, and his neck hurts too.

But because of the habits left over from his cultivation, his body still allowed him to wake up on time.

He wanted to get up from the bed, but found that his arm was pressed by something.

The man slightly opened his eyes and looked into his arms.

A graceful figure, a pale face, and his half-embraced arms.

Yi Qingyun seemed to be poured with cold water, his star eyes opened suddenly, and he suddenly woke up.

He froze and didn't know what to do.

what happened last nightHis mind was racing wildly.

After a while, some intermittent pictures flashed in his mind.

These pictures are discontinuous and very blurry, but this is enough to shock Yi Qingyun's state of mind.

He and Master last night——

What actually happened-

Yi Qingyun raised his arm a little dully, he could vaguely feel the faint touch.

When he slowly lifted the quilt, he was completely stunned, and he saw some messy traces.

After about half an hour, Mo Beichen also woke up leisurely, and he slowly propped himself up from the bed.

He was already alone on the bed, and he raised his head.

I saw Yi Qingyun put on his clothes early on, and sat at the table with a stern face, as if he was thinking about some important matter of life or death.

Mo Beichen raised his eyebrows slightly, and after thinking for a while, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

He pretended to be very flustered and straightened his clothes, and finally pulled the quilt beside him and wrapped it around himself.

After brewing some emotions, the woman in white curled up on the mattress and sobbed softly.

Hearing the slight whimpering, the figure sitting at the table became even stiffer.

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