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"Mother has suffered too much, I don't want that person to hurt her anymore." Yi Qingyun lay flat, his eyes were a little deep.

"What if your mother wants to see him?" Mo Beichen turned sideways.

"..."

"Leave this to me." Mo Beichen leaned against the man and smiled, "I know women better than you."

"Really?" The man tilted his head and his eyes became more serious.

Mo Beichen realized something and sneered, "Of course I understand you better than women."

The nose was pinched severely.

Mo Beichen touched his nose, feeling a little helpless.

"I'm going to start preparing invitations in the next few days. After a while, I'll have someone show you the prepared roster." Yi Qingyun got up from the bed and got dressed.

"I should have tied you back to the Demon Lord's Palace back then and kept you in captivity." Seeing that the man was about to leave again, Mo Beichen couldn't help complaining, "I really regret it!"

The man's figure paused, "I won't have to go every day after a while."

"How long? Be specific. Otherwise, I will kidnap you now." Mo Beichen straightened the man's collar and narrowed his eyes.

"After the Dao Companion Ceremony." The man said in a deep voice.

"Hmph. At that time, I will tie you by my side every day." Mo Beichen tentatively believed Yi Qingyun's guarantee.

After all, Yi Qingyun's words are generally quite reliable.

"Listen to you." The corner of the man's mouth curled up, and he stroked the hair of the person in front of him.

Yi Qingyun was busy dealing with affairs, and Mo Beichen was not idle either. He was going to see Mrs. Yi Xiao.

Mrs. Yi Xiao was repairing flowers and plants in the yard, and someone was waiting on her side.

Looking at Mrs. Yi, who is now gentle and graceful, Mo Beichen suddenly understood why so many people wanted to cultivate immortality.

Judging from the appearance and spirit of Yi Zhenyao and Mrs. Yi Xiao, it is really hard to tell that these two people are about the same age.

Yi Zhenyao was hunched over, his temples were frosty white, and he was terribly old, while Mrs. Yi still looked like a young girl.

The time of separation has made the two people very different.

"Has he come back...I want to see him." Mrs. Yi put down the golden scissors and grabbed Mo Beichen's sleeve, "I want to see Yi Lang."

Mo Beichen looked into the woman's eyes without hesitation or resentment.

"Don't you blame him?"

"Resent, but I really miss him." The woman couldn't hold back her tears.

Mo Beichen didn't say anything more. Although Yi Zhenyao is an asshole, it seems that Mrs. Yi still has merit.

If it's really bad, how could Mrs. Yi miss her.

Under Mo Beichen's arrangement, Yi Zhenyao and Mrs. Yi Xiao met.

Mo Beichen didn't know what the two of them were talking about, but what happened to the two of them, because Yi Zhenyao and Mrs. Yi Xiao lived together.

Although Yi Qingyun did not fully accept Yi Zhenyao, the relationship between father and son has eased because of Mrs. Yi Xiao.

Day by day, Mo Beichen lived freely, teaching Mo Yu, teasing the little bench.

When Mo Beichen noticed it, it was less than seven days before he and Yi Qingyun's Taoist couple ceremony.

Today is the day to send invitations.

Mo Beichen was a little shocked looking at the grand occasion outside the palace.

Beneath the palace are hundreds of cranes with bright coats.

Hundreds of white cranes were respectfully lying on the ground, and none of them lost their formation, as if they were a well-trained team.

Around each white crane's neck is a jade tablet with the word Xuanhuang engraved on it.

These jade tokens are actually storage tokens, but the hidden space inside is relatively small, which is quite different from the real storage spirit treasures.

But just to hold an invitation can be said to be very extravagant.

This battle is enough to demonstrate the proud financial resources of Xuanhuang Palace in the lore domain.

Standing on the steps of the palace, the man in the black-bottomed gold silk robe looked at the surrendering white crane below, his blood-colored eyes suddenly shrank.

clap la la la-

All the white cranes opened their wings at this moment, and each of them soared into the sky, soaring in the nine heavens.

Yi Qingyun slowly closed his blood-colored eyes, and then slowly opened them again.

"This is the blood of the half-demon. It's very powerful! Whenever you go out to fight, you always bring a lot of helpers!" Mo Beichen looked up at the group of cranes that were slowly disappearing into the sky and said with emotion.

"It's just a little trick."

"My lord, you are really humble." Mo Beichen smiled, "I just saw that you also sent an invitation to Jiuzhong Xianmen."

"Ah."

"I didn't expect you to give it to them."

"They should know about it too."

Mo Beichen hooked his lips, he naturally understood that this man did it deliberately for Murong Qingran to see.

It seems that the other party is very concerned about his brother Qingran.

"It should be given away. After all, our lord Emperor has a lot of peach blossom debts." Mo Beichen said not to be outdone.

The man frowned.

"Why are you attracting bees and butterflies outside, and you still don't admit it." Mo Beichen squeezed the opponent's hand hard.

"do not understand what you're saying."

"Don't understand? You have kept all the criminal evidence." Mo Beichen saw that the other party refused to admit it with a cold face, so he took out a booklet from the storage ring.

It was Mo Beichen who picked up the pamphlet that rumored Yi Qingyun and Murong Yue in the Tianmen sect back then.

"Qingyun Mingyueye?" The man read his name, then opened the somewhat old booklet with a frown.

The corner of Mo Beichen's mouth curled up, and the man's face was obviously much darker.

"It's about the entanglement between the sword cultivator's disciple and the suzerain's daughter. It's really touching! Our emperor's love | affairs have been written into a booklet." The beauty leaned on the man's hand and said eccentrically.

"Nonsense." But halfway through the page, the man set the booklet in his hand on fire.

"What the hell are you burning?" Feng's eyes widened, and there was a pain in his face, "This book is probably an orphan now."

"What's the use of keeping it?"

"I like this book very much. It is also very good to relieve boredom when you are bored."

"You like it?" The man's tone was not very good.

"Of course... I don't like it. If you dare to be the same as in this book, I will break your legs." Mo Beichen's face suddenly became gloomy, and he said seriously.

The man was really stunned.

"Haha." Seeing that the other party was stunned, Mo Beichen smiled even more happily.

"Master, Master!! I've completed the task." Mo Yu rushed over, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"It's not bad, it's pretty fast." Mo Beichen looked at the pair of cat ears and his hands started to itch.

Just as he was about to stretch out his evil hand, he was grabbed by the man next to him.

"Go and run ten laps along the Xuanhuang Palace."

"Ah!" The cat's ears drooped, and suddenly stood up again, "Alright Mr. Dijun, I'll go right away."

It was only then that Mo Yu realized that it was the mission assigned to him by the Emperor.

He must perform well in the task of Lord Dijun.

"He really listens to you and doesn't like to listen to me." Mo Beichen said angrily.

"If you look a little like a teacher, he will be obedient."

"You look like everyone with a naturally stern face." Mo Beichen countered.

"..."

"You won't be angry again." Mo Beichen poked the man's arm.

"No."

"If you're angry, you'll be angry. Why are you being duplicity like a woman?"

The man let out a long sigh, a little helpless, "I'm not angry."

"It's rare for you to have time to accompany me today. I have an idea."

"What?" Yi Qingyun didn't know what the other party wanted to torment.

"I want to touch the wing that grew out when you first saw me."

"..."

"I want to see it, okay?"

"..."

Looking at the hopeful eyes of the other party, Lord Dijun finally compromised.

The two returned to the dormitory, Yi Qingyun took off his outer robe and top because he was afraid of ruining his clothes.

Mo Beichen's Adam's apple was rolling, and it was still difficult for him to control Yi Qingyun's naked upper body.

Yi Qingyun's bloody eyes lit up.

Swish!

A pair of wide black wings bloomed from the man's back.

"Don't touch, be careful." Seeing that the white fingers wanted to touch the black wings, Yi Qingyun quickly pulled him back.

"Can't you touch it?" Mo Beichen's tone was regretful.

"Wait a minute." The man said in a muffled voice.

Sure enough, after a while, the wings that were originally sharp like blades became soft.

"It's so comfortable." Mo Beichen praised the man's soft wings with his hand.

"Almost." The man's voice was a bit forbearing.

Who would have thought that Mo Beichen's whole body was attached to the wings, and his face was lightly stroked.

Yi Qingyun couldn't help hiding to the left with his wings.

bang-

The wide wings on the left directly knocked off the valuable porcelain on the shelf next to it.

"Why are you moving around? I quite like the blue and white pomegranate statue with tangled branches. It's a pity that it's broken." Mo Beichen glanced at the broken pieces on the ground and shook his head.

"I'll find it for you another day." Yi Qingyun was a little uncomfortable, he wanted to put his wings away, but Mo Beichen still refused to let go.

"If it breaks, it will break. But, my lord, why is your face so red?" Mo Beichen suddenly approached Yi Qingyun very strangely.

"..."

"Are your wings so sensitive?" The blushing man made Mo Beichen unable to control himself, and couldn't help but kissed the other person's cheek, "How can such wings fight against others? Your face turns red when you touch it. This is how to do ah!"

"It's just that this form is more ticklish." The man's voice trembled slightly.

"Really?" Mo Beichen had a sly face, and deliberately lowered his head and kissed the other party's wings.

The man's body trembled violently.

"Beichen, don't do this."

Of course Mo Beichen wouldn't let go just like that, he loved the shy look of the other party very much.

So he intensified the kiss a few times.

Then he was embraced by the man's arm——

The black wings slowly closed.

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The next day was a disaster for the small benches that were serving.

He didn't know why there were so many black feathers in the master's bedroom.

"Master, what, what's going on?" The small bench bent down and picked it up.

"What's going on? Your Lord Dijun has lost his hair!" The person on the bed made a vicious voice.

"Ah—?" The small bench looked around, and there was a mess around the bed, not only a little worried about their Lord Dijun's body.

This hair loss is a bit serious.

"By the way, don't throw these hairs away after you pick them up. Put them away for me." The person on the bed said suddenly.

The small bench is also a fine person, and he immediately understood the meaning.

Indeed, these are the emperor's feathers anyway, so they should be kept well.

"Master has a heart." The little bench said happily.

A cold snort came from the bed, "Don't waste it. Save it for the deity to fill a cushion!"

"..."

Later, Mo Beichen owned the unique cushion filled with black and yellow dog feathers in this world.

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