Interstellar Peak Glory

Ling Feitong changed the subject and asked, "Then, Your Highness, how do you plan to deal with the matter of the Flower Realm on the other side?"

Mo Jiahua glanced at him and said, "How do you think this king should deal with it?"

Ling Feitong said: "Start with the Lin family and investigate the organization in depth."

Mo Jiahua said: "You do understand my king's thoughts."

Ling Feitong raised his head and smiled shyly at Mo Jiahua, and said: "Of course, as long as you have His Highness in your heart, you will naturally be able to understand His Highness's mind."

Mo Jiahua was sweetened by the sudden confession.

But... Mo Jiahua said: "Don't think that if you are like this, this king will not care about you."

Ling Feitong looked at Mo Jiahua with a smile on his red eyes, and said: "Your Highness is right, I know that I have done a lot of things wrong, so I dare not ask His Highness for forgiveness, I just ask His Highness to give me a way to pay for my crimes." If there is an opportunity, just let me stay with His Highness."

Mo Jiahua was almost laughed at by Ling Feitong's words.

Just like Ling Feitong knows how to smooth Mo Jiahua's hair, Mo Jiahua also understands Ling Feitong's nature--Ling Feitong is so obedient on the surface, but in fact, in his invincible heart, he is definitely thinking about it by pretending to be obedient. Pretending to be pitiful, to win him a smile.

Anyway, it's not like it hasn't been done before.

Moreover, it is clear that Mo Jiahua has only expressed how much he cares about Ling Feitong before, and Ling Feitong clearly knows his mind in his heart, and he deliberately said something like "I don't ask for forgiveness, just stay by your side" to express sympathy, what? The meaning is self-evident.

Therefore, Mo Jiahua did not answer the conversation, but said calmly: "Rest early tonight, and we will set off early tomorrow morning."

Ling Feitong: "..."

Well, pretending to be cute and pitiful failed, it seems that Mo Jiahua has made up his mind to be indifferent to him for a while.

Seeing Mo Jiahua's attitude, Ling Feitong simply gave up talking about his identity.

Megahua was tired all day, so he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

A big stone in Ling Feitong's heart fell to the ground, but after the initial uneasiness, he relaxed a lot.

Not long after, the dinner was delivered by Calvin himself.

Calvin was accompanied by Sanxi who was overly frightened and was sent to the doctor by Ling Feitong for psychological counseling.

As soon as Sanxi opened the bedroom door, seeing Ling Feitong, Sanxi rubbed her red eyes and said, "Master, it's all Sanxi's fault. He didn't protect him well, and even let him get hurt for Sanxi."

Ling Feitong raised his hand and rubbed the head of this young man who was not as tall as him and was younger than him, and said: "Don't always add drama to yourself, you are not a bodyguard, and your performance at that time is already very good."

At least he didn’t scream, didn’t pee his pants, wasn’t paralyzed, and unexpectedly smashed a killer’s head with his fist——Ling Feitong looked at the red and white blood-enriching dessert served in a crystal bowl on the plate, and immediately thought of Some not so good things, decided to leave this stuff to Megahua to eat.

Sanxi still fell into deep self-blame, clenched his fists and said, "Master, I have decided that from now on, I will practice my fighting skills well, and Sanxi will definitely protect the young master when encountering assassination in the future!"

Ling Feitong's heart warmed, and he couldn't help laughing: "That's good, just practice with me in the future, don't complain about being tired or tired."

Sanxi blinked happily, resisted the urge to rush forward to hug Ling Feitong, and said, "Don't worry, young master, although Sanxi is not a superhuman, Sanxi is very powerful and will never lose to any bodyguards!"

Calvin heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom and knew it was time to retreat.

Calvin delivered the food to the small bar in the bedroom, bowed slightly to Ling Feitong, and said, "Thank you for your generosity, Young Master Lin. It is also his blessing for Sanxi to have your advice."

Ling Feitong said: "Sanxi is very good, follow me from now on, I will not let him suffer or be bullied."

Calvin respected Ling Feitong more and more. Although he had some small opinions on this Mr. Lin at first, from the time of getting along with him, Calvin found that he could not find any arrogance and domineering attitude of nobles from him. , It is even commendable that the other party did not feel inferior, self-abandoned, and self-pity because of the misfortune of the teenager's life.

This is similar to the previous princess, but even more powerful.

After Calvin expressed his thanks again, he withdrew.

Ling Feitong put the red and white suspicious objects aside, and started to eat other foods with a good appetite.

Soon, the sound of water in the bathroom fell, and Ling Feitong stared at the bathroom door without blinking while eating.

The door was pushed open, and a man with only his lower body around came out.

The honey-colored pure male body is slender and flexible, and there are crystal drops of water hanging on the undulating muscles. Among them, a few naughty drops of water slide down the smooth and reflective skin, and penetrate into the delusional triangle area.

The man who can become the god of war has a perfect golden ratio. Ling Feitong has been in the slave field for many years and has seen many men's bodies, but he has to admit that so far, he has never seen a more perfect body than Mo Jiahua Body—so much so that his throat was so dry that he was about to smoke just seeing this body that hadn't revealed the key parts.

"Your Highness, I haven't had sex for a long time." Ling Feitong's voice was slightly hoarse, and the tip of his tongue licked Tian's moist lips.

Mo Jiahua who was wiping his hair: "..."

This suggestion is too straightforward, enthusiastic and bold, and the meaning contained in it is self-evident.

To be honest, as long as he is a normal man, it is difficult to refuse such a thing.

However, Mo Jiahua is not a normal man, at least at this time, he does not want to be easily bewitched by Ling Feitong at all.

Mo Jiahua stopped wiping his hair, glanced at Ling Feitong who was staring at him with naked eyes, walked to the wardrobe very calmly, opened the wardrobe and took out a clean nightgown, wrapped it around his body.

Ling Feitong who witnessed all this: "..."

Damn, how many meanings does this have?If you don't want it, why don't you react like you're being targeted by a hooligan?

As soon as Mo Jiahua turned around, he met Ling Feitong with complex eyes.

Megavallo seemed satisfied, very proud of the self-control he was proud of.

Well, there are really quite a few men like him who are so relaxed and unyielding to their beauty.

Mo Jiahua pretended to be calm, and said: "It's getting late, after dinner, go to bed early."

Ling Feitong said hesitantly: "Your Highness, I have seen some bad rumors about you on the Internet recently."

Mo Jiahua: "Huh?"

Who is so bold, dare to post negative news about my king, and what's even more annoying, let Ling Feitong see it!

Ling Feitong frowned, and said worriedly: "It said that His Highness was seriously injured in the war, so that place was damaged, so he couldn't stand up. I don't know if it's true? I'm worried about Your Highness, I hope you can answer truthfully .Of course, if it’s hard to tell, then just pretend I didn’t ask anything.”

Megahua: "..."

Wan Lifengqi, this idiot who can't afford to lose, will get him out sooner or later and beat him up.

"You know how to stimulate this king." Mo Jiahua hooked the corners of his lips, and said with a half-smile: "It's a pity, this king is not as lustful as you imagined."

Ling Feitong asked seriously: "Your Highness, are you sure you are really okay?"

Mo Jiahua's face turned dark, and he walked up to Ling Feitong, and pressed the wet towel in his hand to Ling Feitong's face.

"To shut up!"

"... Oh." Ling Feitong tore off the towel, blinked and said, "I just thought His Highness was going to suffocate me with a towel to kill people."

Megahua: "..."

He really tried his best to endure it, but sorry, he still couldn't hold it back.

So Mo Jiahua grabbed Ling Feitong's arm, and was about to press the guy who ran the train with his mouth on the bar and beat him up. Unexpectedly, Ling Feitong dodged it.

"Your Highness, do you really want to kill someone? Then I won't let you succeed." Ling Feitong ran back while pretending to be surprised.

Mo Jiahua was annoyed and amused by him, seeing him running happily, he immediately became playful, chasing Ling Feitong and running around the room like a child.

It is said that it is a bedroom, but it can actually be regarded as a fully functional one-bedroom living room, with an area of ​​[-] square meters, and Ling Feitong can run away.

He has a flexible body, whenever Mo Jiahua is about to grab him, he turns around and rolls to the side, and Mo Jiahua didn't use all his strength to catch him, but seemed to be fighting with him. He was amused.

After a few laps like this, Ling Feitong raised his brows slyly, stopped, turned around and hugged Mo Jiahua who was rushing towards him, and hooked Mo Jiahua's neck, and pushed back hard to make the two of them go up and down. Fell to the floor.

Mo Jiahua subconsciously covered the back of Ling Feitong's head with his hands to prevent him from hitting the ground, but then he realized that there was a blanket here.

The distance between the two is extremely close, breath hits breath, it seems that with a slight movement of the head, they can kiss each other's lips.

Mo Jiahua's eyes became deep and gentle.

The atmosphere is lingering and pleasant, and the air seems to have turned into a soft smell.

All it takes is one movement, not even words at all, and everything will be catalyzed, breaking out of the cocoon and turning into a butterfly.

Ling Feitong fixedly looked into Mo Jiahua's eyes, hugged his neck, and said softly: "Your Highness..."

Mo Jiahua waited for Ling Feitong's next words.

"If it doesn't work, how about taking some medicine?" Ling Feitong asked tentatively, his voice was as gentle as water, with endless tolerance, just like a father forgiving a son who is messing around.

Mo Jiahua's handsome and flawless facial features were instantly distorted.

Five thunders hit the top, and the three views collapsed. If he hadn't cultivated himself well, he would open his mouth to curse now!

Mo Jiahua felt that the mental stimulation he received at this time was no less than knowing that Ling Feitong had given birth to him a pair of sons—fuck, this bastard didn't even mention his son!

So His Majesty Mo Jiahua, whose expression remained unchanged after Mount Tai collapsed, completely tore off that calm face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, directly pushed Ling Feitong away, turned all over, and slapped Ling Feitong hard on the ass!

"Crack—" There was a crisp sound.

"My day!" Ling Feitong couldn't believe it.

"Slap—" Another slap.

"Fuck, Your Highness, don't go too far, you don't hit people in the face!"

"Yeah, that's right, it was your face that this king slapped!"

"Get out, I made a slip of the tongue—" After the third slap, Ling Feitong felt extremely ashamed.

He just wanted to tease Mo Jiahua, who knew that he couldn't help but start spanking him at the slightest disagreement!

In terms of strength, Ling Feitong is absolutely unable to resist Mo Jiahua.

So after being beaten five or six times in succession, Ling Feitong learned to behave.

He fell silent on the ground.

Mo Jiahua also stopped his hands, suspecting Ling Feitong's body, all the flesh has grown to the buttocks, and it is quite elastic and feels good when patted.

Mo Jiahua found out that something was wrong with Ling Feitong.

He was lying on the ground, face down, motionless and silent, as if he was asleep.

Mo Jiahua began to reflect on himself: Did he hit too hard?Or did he accidentally hurt Ling Feitong's self-esteem?

Just when Mo Jiahua was thinking about whether he wanted to express condolences to the other party, Ling Feitong suddenly turned his face, blinked his eyes and said: "Your Highness, I hit the pain point, just spanking my ass is useless, Your Highness can't It’s better to avoid diseases and avoid medical treatment.”

Megahua: "..."

He swore that if he softened his heart again today, he would be the biggest fool in the entire Red River galaxy!

□Author's Gossip: [Small Theater of Lost Horse? Wang Wang Angel]

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