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The strong smell of blood filled the entire cave. The boy's lips, with his eyes tightly closed, had been bitten purple.

A few painful murmurs occasionally escaped from his lips, and the tear marks on both sides of his cheeks were particularly obvious.

Meng Jiao cursed inwardly and quickly picked the man up. She put his jade pendant into her own space and then slipped inside with him.

When Meng Jiao saw that his space was filled with things for taking care of himself and there was no place to put his feet, she couldn't help but feel even softer.

Looking at the poor Qilin who had not yet been able to hatch, she instantly guessed the reason, and happily threw a spirit gathering array plate at him.

Qilin jumped far away from the two people with the formation plate on his head. He had a hunch that he was afraid that he couldn't watch the next scene.

Putting the man into the pool, Meng Jiao gently patted his face to try to wake him up.

Unfortunately, Mo Yanchen has fallen into a fantasy where he has gone mad because he couldn't find her.

His expression was sad and forbearing, as if he was experiencing great pain and was reaching out to grasp.

Meng Jiao wanted to press it, but she was caught off guard and was pulled into the pool by him. Her clothes were instantly soaked.

She raised her hand and slammed his forehead angrily, but Mo Yanchen seemed to have noticed something and hugged her and slammed her into his chest.

He was so strong that he seemed to be risking his life.

She cried out in pain and tried to break free, but she heard his painful groan in her ear.

"Master, I'm in so much pain."

Noticing that the person in front of her was getting colder, Meng Jiao said to herself "not good" and quickly switched her consciousness.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Yanchen rolled on the ground in pain and itchiness, his clothes gradually exposed due to rolling around.

The excessive amount of extremely yin energy could neither be absorbed nor relieved, and now it penetrated into his internal organs, and even the white half of the sky in his sea of ​​consciousness gradually turned dark.

When Meng Jiao came in, she was well-dressed and looked calm, which formed a sharp contrast with the damp-faced and dishevelled Mo Yanchen in front of her.

At the age of sixteen, the love poison of Hehuan plus the extremely yin power in the body...

Sensing someone leaning over, Mo Yanchen tried hard to open his eyes to identify them despite the fine sweat on his forehead.

But when he saw those flaming red eyes, he couldn't help but curl up tighter.

"I didn't call you, why did you wake up?"

Seeing his slightly trembling body, Meng Jiao no longer wanted to waste time with him.

He held her in his arms, and gave her a cold command under those red eyes.

"Relax, don't be surprised by anything you see later."

The clothes on his chest fell completely because he was half-lifted, and his hands were suddenly restrained, but Mo Yanchen was no longer afraid at all, and he was sure in his heart that the person in front of him would not hurt him.

"Master, is it really you?"

With one hand, he tightly grasped his waist and abdomen, and the spiritual root in his body quietly began to devour the excess Yin energy in his body.

She leaned over and kissed his forehead, eyelids, nose tip and lips. Meng Jiao took advantage of his dazed state to move her lips around his.

"Do you still feel resistance? Would you like me to stop?"

The pain in my body gradually subsided, and the heat and numbness became more obvious.

Mo Yanchen's eyes began to blur, and he didn't understand in a daze why he didn't feel disgusted at all as long as he was sure it was his master, even though he hated those things in the past.

"Master, I can't lie. I feel uncomfortable and don't miss you. Stop."

His bound hands were released, and the frail boy leaned weakly towards the person behind him.

The earlobe was held by the lips and gently touched. The hand that had hit the forehead several times was now stroking the slightly sweaty abdominal muscles.

As the extremely yin energy in the body is stripped away, every ChU being taken care of becomes more sensitive.

The tender pink color, the joy I have never experienced,

Mo Yanchen, pulling at his master's neatly dressed clothes, turned back with charming eyes.

Meng Jiao snorted and sped up, lowered her head and bit him.

"Don't cause trouble."

He is the real ancestor. He really doesn't know that his Dharma body is more sensitive to emotions and desires. It is so difficult for him to endure it at this moment.

The diffuse pink, the shaking true feelings,

(After I finish writing it, I’m afraid I won’t pass it. I’ll try it first, and then I’ll make up for it if I pass it.)