Anti-Quick Transmigration System: Black-bellied male god, please take the move!

Chapter 883 The Reshuffled World 39
Su Mo suddenly felt that the world was spinning. The man who was concentrating on driving the battleship actually took her arm and pressed her directly into his arms.

"Be careful..."

Before she could finish her words, he pressed her tightly into his arms and kissed her.

The hot and scalding kiss swept every little corner of her lips and teeth with her most familiar breath. She was lying quietly in his arms and suddenly remembered in a daze that he and she seemed to have had a past because of each other's stubbornness. Too many reunions.

How many times she thought of farewell, but fortunately she was able to meet again in the end.

It's just such a shocking process, how many times she thought that she was going to lose him completely.It is precisely because of the loss that she understands the meaning of cherishing.

She looked at the man above her head who finally slowly let go of her and continued to drive the battleship with a satisfied smile. She lay on his chest and did not stand up in a hurry.

She looked longingly at the man in front of her, from his eyes to his nose to his thin, red lips.

"I haven't had time to ask you yet... How did you come back to life? Does it have something to do with your race?" She looked at his focused expression and asked suddenly.

She thought of Mu Zhuo's weathered body at that time, because she only returned to ten thousand years ago after Mu Zhuo's death, so in the bottom of her heart, the last impression she had of Mu Zhuo was still the stubborn and power-loving him ten thousand years ago.

It's just that when she came back to the present again, she thought of Mu Zhuo's last look at her, and she felt a little sad in her heart.

"Probably someone like me would not even dare to take me in hell." Han Ci said with a smile: "In this world, the only person who dares to take me in is you, madam."

"Who is your wife..." Su Mo curled her lips, and then said again: "Don't talk about hell...I..."

"Then whose wife do you want to be?" Han Ci interrupted her, and hugged her closer to his arms with a smile: "As I said, I've never been afraid of any hell, what I'm afraid of is not having you place."

Su Mo looked hesitantly, and suddenly asked in a low voice, "What if I'm not on the road leading to Stiso?"

"Believe me, that will be the world you want to see." After Han Ci finished speaking, he interrupted what she was about to ask in a timely manner, and asked back with a tense expression: "It's better now, let's talk about seeing you secretly. About leaving?"

Su Mo's movements froze, and he shrank back with a smile: "We've always cooperated well? It's just like before, and I helped out this time, didn't I?"

"What if I just arrived late, or I didn't show up there? Can you really escape safely from there?"

Su Mo hesitated for a second, seeing the man's displeased eyes, he hurriedly put his arms around his neck and approached him intimately: "But you are here, as if I knew you would come."

A smile finally appeared on the corners of his lips, and his eyes moved away from her face to look forward, concentrating on driving the battleship, bypassing the smoky battle situation in no hurry, and leisurely all the way to Stiso. Head towards the main battleship.

"Why take such a long detour? Shouldn't we hurry back to Mu Shen and him..." Su Mo frowned as she looked at the long detour, but her gaze just touched the gaze of the man behind her, so she wanted to say She stopped abruptly when she spoke, so she smiled and said, "Aren't your team members still waiting for you?"

"Not urgent."

He looked away and replied calmly.

(End of this chapter)