The End of the Emperor's Industry

After being poisoned, Gu Xiaoyu couldn't help feeling dizzy.

He stood on top of the floating clouds, his heels were unstable, and he began to wobble. He raised his forehead and frowned, and shook his head, but his mind was not clear at all.

Seeing that he was about to fall into the dust under the clouds, Mo Bai was shocked, so he hurriedly moved his sword forward, stretched out his hand, and supported the crumbling Gu Xiaoyu, and let him ride the sword with him Bottom line.

"How are you..." He supported him and asked calmly, with a hint of concern.

When Gu Xiaoyu heard this, he smiled.Although, somewhat reluctantly.

"Yo..." He said nonsense, "Master, are you... are you concerned about Xiao Yu...?" He raised his sleeves and twisted his fingers to caress his cheek , he said: "I knew... Daoist, you will never forget Xiao Yu's tenderness..."

Hearing this, Mo Bai thought about what happened last time, his heart trembled and his face turned red. Seeing that Gu Xiaoyu's words and deeds were frivolous again, he instinctively left his palm floating on his cheek. "Fox King, please don't lose your courtesy..." His tone was particularly serious.

"Oh... yes..." Hearing his words, he pretended to be dazed, and then said: "Master Mo Bai has always been polite, Xiao Yu is like this, it seems true, it is a bit I'm sorry..." He was full of frivolity: "But what should I do, this is Xiao Yu's usual style..."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to move his cheeks closer to Mo Bai, but Mo Bai stepped back but didn't want to be grabbed by Gu Xiaoyu's slender waist and pressed into his arms.

He looked at him with affectionate eyes, and the light smile on the corner of his mouth, as romantic as before.

"Daoist Mo Bai...do you still remember what I told you not long ago...huh?" He put his lips on the pinna of his ear, intending to grind in a muffled voice, and whispered: "I want you to be my boy pet...would you like it?"