Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Duan Lang really didn't want to drink, but Mo Yuan pressed him on the table, as if he would never let him go.

He was anxious in his heart, he rubbed his leg against a certain place of Mo Yuan regardless of his face, pursed his mouth slightly, and said aggrievedly: "Junior brother, I really know I was wrong, please forgive me this time, okay?"

The color of Mo Yuan's eyes suddenly became dark, a red light appeared in the bottom of his eyes, and the red lines on his face were faintly visible.

He stared at Duan Lang viciously, and did not move for a long time.

Duan Lang tentatively took away Mo Yuan's hand, wrapped his arms around his neck, slowly moved closer, and kissed him on the lips.

Seeing that Mo Yuan had no intention of refusing, he boldly licked the corner of his cold and thin lips with the tip of his tongue like a cat, begging him softly, "Junior brother, I really don't want to drink. Let's do something else Are things going well?"

Mo Yuan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes were cold and cold, "I haven't seen you for a few days, senior brother has learned a good skill of seducing men from prostitutes in the world."

The blood on Duan Lang's face faded like a tide, and his lips kept trembling.As soon as he pushed Mo Yuan away, he was about to jump under the table.

Oh shit.

This grandson really knows how to stab a knife hurts the most.

Did he think he really didn't want the syrup?He just.....doesn't want to go on like this with him anymore, and wants to communicate with him more, to see if he can find out with his conscience.

In the end, the grandson didn't appreciate it, and even stabbed him with a knife!Why didn't he just stab him to death?

Mo Yuan grabbed Duan Lang back, pressed him back on the table, clamped his wrist with one hand and lifted it above his head, and pulled his pants with the other hand.

"Brother, don't you want to make a show? What are you running for?"

Duan Lang kept kicking Mo Yuan with his feet, his voice trembling slightly, "Get lost! Don't touch me!"

Seeing his white face and phoenix eyes full of despair, Mo Yuan felt a distorted joy in his heart.

With a flick of his finger, the clothes on Duan Lang were wiped out.

Duan Lang was lying naked on the table, his white skin became more and more radiant under the bright light, because of Mo Yuan's rudeness, he was like a fish stranded on the shore, he bounced heavily, then fell back weakly, with a painful expression distortion.

pain!

It hurts so much!

It hurts like being split in half with an axe.

And the heart, it hurts there too.

Duan Lang even wondered if Mo Yuan put a knife in his heart when he wasn't paying attention, otherwise how could it hurt like this.

Mo Yuan is also uncomfortable, the tunnel is too dry, it hurts him, but he would rather be in pain than stop, pull out as much as possible, and sink in as much as possible.

Seeing Duan Lang lying there motionless, his phoenix eyes dimmed like burnt candles, and a throbbing pain suddenly appeared in his heart.

Very thin, very slight.

If you don't pay close attention, you won't notice it at all.

His eyes turned cold, and his palm seemed to have self-awareness to caress Duan Lang's body.

"Didn't senior brother be very coquettish just now? Why is it like a log again, motionless?"

The chest is Duan Lang's sensitive/sensitive/spot, being pinched by Mo Yuan a few times, the roots of the ears are involuntarily stained with a thin layer of red, together with the white body.

Hearing Mo Yuan stab him again, he stared at him fiercely like a knife, "Because you are too young! Before you said it, I didn't even notice you coming in!"

Isn't it just stabbing, who wouldn't!

Come, have the ability to hurt each other!

Even a man would not like to be called small, Mo Yuan's face suddenly became ugly.

He gritted his teeth viciously, hugged Duan Lang, heard a broken groan from his throat, and said with a sneer: "Such a young brother, you also feel it, isn't it because you are too lewd?"

Reflexively, Duan Lang hugged Mo Yuan's neck, wrapped his legs around his strong waist, and wrapped him around him like an octopus to prevent himself from falling.

"It's a man who will yell when he gets sensitive. If you don't believe me, lie down and I'll show you."

Mo Yuan laughed back angrily, raised his eyes and saw Duan Lang's brows with spring in his eyes, and sneered, "If you're so incompetent, then I'll satisfy you."

Duan Lang's waist was weak, his neck was stiff, and he continued to be stubborn, "If you say you can't do it, you are not a real man. Let me see if you have the ability."

As long as the issue of man's dignity is involved, this grandson promises to turn his face.

But that's fine, at least he turned his words into knives and stabbed him hard in the heart.

Mo Yuan later proved with facts what a real man is, and also proved that he really has this ability.

Duan Lang lay restlessly on the bed, not wanting to move, his chin buried in the quilt, and he rolled his eyes at Mo Yuan bitterly.

Mo Yuan was taking a nap with his eyes closed, when he noticed Duan Lang's small movements, he suddenly opened his eyes, looking at him coldly.

"Senior brother still have energy?"

Duan Lang turned over wrapped in a quilt, leaving Mo Yuan with a thin back.

I can't afford it, he should hide from the head office.

Mo Yuan stared at Duan Lang's back with a complicated expression for a long time, then rolled over and got off the bed.

Duan Lang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Mo Yuan's movement.

He was really a little afraid that this grandson would continue to torment him again, after all, with his physical strength, even his body could not stand it.

Fortunately he got out of bed.

However, there seemed to be something wrong with this grandson. Usually, he was brutally beaten to death. How could it be over twice this time?Could it be a physical problem?

If yes, that would be really great.

He thought gloatingly, closed his eyes, and planned to take a nap, but unexpectedly fell asleep.

The next morning, I was woken up by a basin of ice water.

Mo Yuan slowly withdrew his hand, looked at Duan Lang who was glaring at him angrily, and said, "When is senior brother going to sleep? Are you also so lazy when you are cultivating in the Canglan Immortal Sect?"

Duan Lang's whole body was drenched in ice water, and his teeth chattered from the cold.

He hurriedly used a cleansing formula to dry himself and the quilt, and then wrapped himself tightly with the quilt, wanting to cry angrily, "You..."

Mo Yuan looked at him indifferently.

Duan Lang: "..."

"You're right, I'm going to get up now!"

The corners of Mo Yuan's lips twitched into a half-smile, his eyes turned on Duan Lang's still white cheeks, and he turned around.

Duan Lang's clothes were turned into air by Mo Yuan last night, so he rummaged through the storage bag, found the only set of white clothes left, put them on his body, turned over and got out of bed.

The three little ones came back at some point, and squatted in the corner of the door.

Fortunately, the room he lived in happened to be in the corner, otherwise, if others saw the three little ones standing in a row, they would stand more neatly than people, and they would not know what kind of onlookers they would attract.

Duan Lang remembered that he and Mo Yuan were sitting in the house last night, and the three little ones were probably listening outside, so his face became hot.

He scratched the tip of his nose uncomfortably, and stretched out his hand to Xiao Hei, "Son, come here."

Xiao Hei Ding stood there motionless.

The other two did not move.

Duan Lang looked at Mo Yuan strangely, "Junior brother, what happened to them?"

With a light tap of his fingers, Mo Yuan dispelled the spells on them.

Only then can the three little ones move.

Feng Jiujiu rushed into Duan Lang's arms like a cannonball, the hair on his head exploded into peppercorns, and began to curse at people with cannonballs.

"Are you still human? You locked us outside the door all night, do you know how painful it is for the young master to bring two fools?"

Last night, it took the idiot and the stinky mouse to the street to steal the candy man, and was almost caught by the onlookers. It finally ran back and planned to go back to the house, but the black man directly locked him outside with a spell, and locked him for a whole night .

The most important thing is that these two idiots are terribly stupid, not to mention losing two hairs, and almost being caught!And these two stinky men were mating in the house!

Even if the black man has a sound-blocking spell, he knows they're copulating!

Duan Lang is more wronged than Feng Jiujiu.

Although he was the one who lit the fire last night, it was Mo Yuan who did the work. If Feng Jiujiu wanted to scold him, he should scold Mo Yuan. Why did he scold him?

Mo Yuan raised his eyelids, and looked at Feng Jiujiu coolly.

Feng Jiujiu immediately closed her mouth with a croak like a toad staring at a snake, because she closed her mouth too anxiously, and even hiccupped loudly.

Xiao Hei slithered onto Duan Lang, stood in front of Feng Jiujiu, and started spitting red letters at Mo Yuan.Stared at by Mo Yuan, he lowered his head in fear and aggrieved.

The treasure hunting mouse is the smartest, huddled in a corner without saying a word, its bright black eyes rolling.

Duan Lang was inexplicably tired, and always felt that he was not cultivating immortals, but being a kindergarten teacher.

After coming out of the inn, Duan Lang saw Mo Yuan leading him directly to the city gate, as if planning to leave the city, and asked curiously: "Junior brother, where are we going?"

Mo Yuan glanced at him coldly, "Of course it's the way to get back. What? Does senior brother have any other good suggestions?"

Duan Lang: "..."

There are always 24 hours in a day when I want to goug his head and put something in it, to see if it will make him easier to live with.

He decided to swallow his anger for the time being, and humbly asked for advice, "Where can I find it?"

Mo Yuan raised his eyelids, "How do I know? Brother, why not ask yourself."

Duan Lang: "..."

It's because your mother didn't teach you what it means to speak well?

He silently rolled his eyes, and decided not to talk to Mo Yuan for the rest of the journey, and let the grandson die.

—The road went out of the city gate and arrived at a remote forest.

Mo Yuan threw out his flying magic weapon, motioned Duan Lang to take the three smaller ones up, and spread his palms upwards in front of him.

"Spirit stone."

Duan Lang: "..."

Do you know that the way you open your hands to ask for money is very similar to the way a junior high school student asks his own father for money.

It's a pity that the junior high school student asked for money from his own father.

And I am not!

He spread his hands, "Junior brother, do you think I look like a spirit stone?"

The few middle-grade spirit stones he had left were about to be ruined by him. If he didn't have the dignity of a cultivator, he would have planned to rob the pawnshop.

Mo Yuan turned his cold eyes to the treasure hunting mouse.

The treasure hunting mouse shrinks into Duan Lang's arms, wishing to shrink itself into a decoration on Duan Lang's body.

"Master, I don't have one. I... have given all my spirit stones to the second master."

Duan Lang: "..."

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