Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 123 The Demon King’s Cinnabar Mole (29)

Boyan was taken aback for a moment, "You did all of these...?"

She smiled, with shyness on her face, like a newlywed, "Don't you like it, my husband?"

Boyan's Adam's apple rolled, and he wanted to say something, but turned into a sentence, "No, I like it very much."

This made her even more shy.

He picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks and put it in his bowl.

Boyan looked at her, who was as beautiful as water, with a gloomy glint in his eyes, and he seemed to ask a question casually.

"How long have I been married to you?"

She raised her head, Qingmei's eyes contained a trace of dissatisfaction, "My husband said before that he would love me to the bone, but now he has even forgotten the date of marriage."

As he spoke, tears fell down.

There was mist in her pretty eyes, and there were a few wet tears still hanging on her face, and getting along with that mole made her feel even more distressing.

Boyan already liked Master so much, he wished he could give her all his heart, just asking her to take a look at him.

But now it made her cry, and now she is a little at a loss.

"I……"

Boyan now feels the indescribable feeling of suffering.

He could only wait for her to calm down by herself.

He wiped her tears with a pink brocade handkerchief, "Ma'am... don't cry..."

After crying for a while, she felt bored and said, "Husband is such a fool, we have been together for more than half a month..."

Then she covered her belly in pain and asked in disbelief, "Why did you kill me?"

Boyan didn't seem to feel anything at all, and calmly took the kerchief that wiped her tears just now, and wiped the blood off his sword.

Silent eyes, cold eyes, a powerful and intimidating aura.

"I'm really not used to seeing someone holding Master's face and bluffing."

The woman was instantly reduced to ashes.

The whole house also collapsed, disintegrated little by little, and disappeared.

Soon it was turned into a temple.

Immortal energy is lingering here, and the entire temple shows its appearance.

It is the shrine of the master.

Boyan was standing by a tree. When he turned around, he saw a misty spring.

There was a woman with a slender figure, and the moisture in the air made her fair skin even more alluring.

She lifted a lotus root arm, her skin was white and tender, and there were a few drops of water on it, just like that, rolling down little by little, lingering on her skin.

He turned his head hastily, and the bases of his ears turned red inadvertently.

He seemed to hear the sound of water coming out, and it took him a while before he dared to turn his head.

I saw that Master only used a white gauze, her skin was creamy, and her long hair hung down to her waist, and that gauze could only cover her thighs.

A pair of legs are slender and straight, and the fair skin seems to make marks even if it is lightly touched.

If he touches it, the master will leave his mark.

Boyan quickly turned his head, covering up the crazy and fiery desire in his eyes, and walked forward quickly.

Suddenly a limp body fell into his arms, so soft that it was outrageous.

He wanted to push away, but she hugged him even tighter.

Then he saw his master's beautiful and lazy face, with a charming smile in his eyes, and his red lips parted slightly, "Let's practice dual cultivation."

It is clear that Master is very cold on weekdays.

But I don't know why, but he agrees very much in his heart, this is the real temperament of his master.

His face was reddened by surprise.

The fair skin was dyed with a faint blush, and the pointed chin was exposed, with a beautiful curvature.

She kissed her like this, and the tulle fell off her body.

His exquisite body was exposed in front of his eyes.

Everywhere is extremely beautiful.

(End of this chapter)