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In the dimly lit room, the man whose figure almost merged with the darkness suddenly frowned slightly, opened his nose slightly, and opened his eyes suddenly. At the same time, his upper body leaned back slightly, and then he heard "Ah cut!" Like thunder on the ground, the demonic birds outside the room turned into black mist and disappeared in fright.

Rubbing his nose, the man who was so charming that he couldn't match a fox demon frowned even more, and said to himself: "I have never sneezed for tens of thousands of years, the last time I sneezed was..." Speaking of this, it seemed that he remembered something, and the man's face twisted and he gritted his teeth and continued: "The first time I saw that stinky brat." That stinky brat who didn't know where he came from went directly to the bar, and the bar was 2 years old.

"It's been 7 years." With the disappearance of the last ray of light from the horizon, the raving words were completely submerged in the rolling darkness.

After entering the city, Jun Ze and his party did not stay at the inn, but went straight to a three-entry house in the east of the city.

The three-entry house is not worth seeing in the capital where rich and powerful people gather, which is also in line with the status of an ordinary wealthy household chosen by Junze.

Go to town in a low-key way and not attract anyone's attention.After all, there are still four major immortal cultivating families guarding the imperial city, alarming them is tantamount to alarming the God Realm.

Before Qi Mo's awakening, Jun Ze would never let any news about him leak out.Otherwise, it will only invite endless troubles and make people hard to guard against.

After everything was settled, the only "human" among them, Qi Mo, was already hungry.

Qi Mo, who was blushing because of a sudden "goo" from his stomach, obediently let Jun Ze take him to a seat, and then watched the other party serve him food and vegetables skillfully.

The embarrassment of embarrassment receded, Qi Mo stared at the food in front of him a little absent-mindedly, he could be so attentive to a substitute, presumably Jun Ze wanted to offer all the treasures with both hands when he treated Qi Mo Shangshen.

"Mo Mo?" Jun Ze called out, looking at the man who was clearly in a trance.

"Ok?"

"What are you thinking about, eat first, think after eating." Jun Ze squeezed Qi Mo's apparently cold hand, frowned, then wrapped his left hand around the other's left hand to send spiritual energy to warm the meridians, and skillfully used the other hand Pick up the fishbone carefully with chopsticks.

Putting the fish into Qimo's bowl, Jun Ze teased and said, "What? If you don't eat it, do you want to wait for me to feed you? If you insist on me feeding it, it's not impossible. Give me a kiss first. I'll take care of the meal."

"Rogue." Qi Mo came back to his senses, feeling the continuous warmth from his left hand, hesitating for a while but finally did not break free.

He who is greedy for warmth is like a moth, knowing that it is fire, but still rushing into it without hesitation.

After all, the hungry and thirsty will never forget the blissful feeling of drinking the first drop of water.

Empty the unpleasant thoughts in his mind, Qi Mo moved his chopsticks and began to solve the food in his bowl, using food to fill the feeling of emptiness in his heart.

After dinner, the four gathered in the living room.

Jun Ze looked at Han Po's beautiful silver hair that could blind people's eyes just by reflecting light like a galaxy waterfall, and the first thing he said was: "Han Po, can you change the color of your hair to black?"

"Born white, blame me?" Han Po looked at Jun Ze blankly.

"Let's just say if it's possible." Jun Ze thought about the chances of successfully shaving the opponent's head bald if he couldn't.

"I can't." Han Po replied coldly, when he saw the inexplicable impulsiveness in the other's eyes, a sense of crisis rose from the ends of his hair, and finally invaded his scalp.

"But I can use a trick to make people who see me see my hair color as black."

"Well, that's about the same. Then I won't shave you, or your hair color is too eye-catching."

"..." So you still want to shave my hair.Han Po subconsciously touched the tip of his hair, but his tentacles were warm and smooth skin.

Looking down, one hand was playing happily with a lock of his hair.

The silver-white hair was wrapped around the light-white and slender index finger, making people somewhat confused about the boundary between the hair and the fingers.

Han Po looked a little dazed, coughed uncomfortably, and immediately didn't know whether to let go or continue to hold the boy's hand.

"Han Po, let me play for a while longer." The boy said softly coquettishly.

"Okay." The voice was hoarse, Han Po turned his head, and continued to cast his gaze on Jun Ze, "Is there anything else?"

"Yes, you and Qian Sheng have special identities. Ordinary people don't have to worry about it. You have to be careful about those old monsters from the cultivation family. Don't let people know your identity, or it will end badly." Jun Ze rarely became serious. It was about Qimo, he had to treat it with caution.

"Why don't you just sneak into the palace and snatch back the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum?" Han Po's thinking was very straightforward, and using force seemed to him the most convenient way.

"No, there are not only high-level monks chanting scriptures for her near the Ganoderma lucidum, but the royal family also sent monks in the Nascent Soul stage to protect in the dark." Jun Ze rejected Han Po's proposal.

"What fear do monks in the Nascent Soul stage have?" Han Po was puzzled.

"Naturally, we have to keep a low profile, and we must not let anyone find out that we took the ganoderma." Jun Ze filled his cup of tea for Qi Mo, and continued: "So, although the monks in the Nascent Soul stage can't do anything to me, but The commotion is enough to startle those old monsters, and they will definitely guess that we took the Ganoderma lucidum away."

"At that time, trouble will come, from the God Realm, from the Demon Realm..."

"Yeah." Han Po understood Jun Ze's intentions, stood up and led the confused young man, "Then let's go back to rest first, I know this matter well, if you need help, just ask."

"Okay." Jun Ze was not polite to him, thinking: just waiting for your words.

Turning back with a smile, he found that Qi Mo was looking at him with burning eyes, his heart missed two beats, Jun Ze withdrew his smile: "Mo Mo, what's wrong?"

"Thank you for thinking so much about me." Qi Mo said earnestly, looking into his eyes.

Jun Ze was upset, stood up and pulled Qi Mo into his arms, hugged him tightly and said in a muffled voice, "What are you talking about, you are not allowed to thank me in the future. I do all these things for you voluntarily." , There is no need to say thank you between us."

"Well, good." Qi Mo raised his hand, and finally put it down gently.He doesn't deserve such a good Junze, all he can have is this short but warm embrace.

Thinking of the god of praying for ink who was so good to Junze, he was a little sad, why the only light in his life was destined to be someone else's in the end.

The night is as cool as water, and the crooked moon in the world hangs high in the night sky, like a bright lamp shedding milky white halo, gently covering everything in the world.

The two walked on the corridor, holding hands, side by side, like an old couple who have been together for a long time, silent but very warm.

After washing, Qi Mo lay on the bed and looked at Jun Ze's face carefully through the moon pass, feeling the strong and burning arms on his waist. He couldn't help wondering whether Jun Ze and Qi Mo Shangshen had embraced like this for countless nights And sleep.

"Am I good-looking?" The thin lips with smooth lines spit out a sentence lightly, which made Qi Mo's heart shrink when he was caught.

"Huh? Why don't you speak?" Jun Ze opened those eyes that were shining brightly in the darkness, and the rippling water in them almost drowned Qi Mo.

"I just can't sleep, there's no other meaning." Qi Mo lowered his head, avoiding Jun Ze's sight.

"Oh?" Junze retracted his arm, wrapped Qimo's waist and pressed it under his body, and raised his chin with his fingers, and whispered temptingly: "Then let's do some exercise before going to bed to help sleep .”

"What, what?" Qi Mo was bewitched and asked subconsciously.

Junze didn't answer him, his palm reached into the hem of Qimo's clothes with scorching heat, and rubbed along the crazy curve of his waist and feet, and then came to the dantian of his abdomen, and the force of his palm began to flow continuously Directly send spiritual energy to Dantian.

Praying for ink: ...

I've got my pants off and you're just doing this?

Jun Ze glanced at the man with a slightly sluggish expression, and said with a low smile, "What, are you disappointed?"

"You..." Qi Mo blushed and turned his head away, "I didn't, you were thinking too much."

"Well, it's true that I'm thinking too much. I really want to take advantage of such a good moonlight to do something." Jun Ze lowered his head and rubbed Qi Mo's cheek, "But before you awaken, you can't easily let go of your yang energy Yes, and from tonight onwards, I will send spiritual energy to you every night, so that you will not be overwhelmed by the soaring spiritual energy on the day of awakening."

"Yeah." Qi Mo buried his blushing face under the quilt, Jun Ze was only thinking about his awakening, but he was thinking about these messy things in his head, it was really embarrassing.

The transmission of spiritual power lasted for about a quarter of an hour. Jun Ze withdrew his hand, tidied up the hem of the clothes for Qimo, covered the quilt and said, "Transmit this for today, and we will increase the amount a little tomorrow. Take your time and let the body Get used to it."

"Okay." Qi Mo's red face has returned to its original fairness, and now he feels like a small furnace in his body, which continuously radiates heat from his abdomen to the surroundings until it warms every corner of his body.

Sleepiness surged like waves, Qi Mo felt his eyelids gradually becoming heavy, and the last thought in his mind before falling into a deep sleep was: It really is exercise before going to bed, it helps sleep.

It was rare for Qi Mo to sleep well that night. He had no dreams all night, and his body was as warm as if soaking in warm water.

Unlike before, sleeping was the thing I disliked the most. Every night in the middle of the night, Qimo would be woken up by his own hypothermia, and then it was difficult to fall asleep again. Most of the time, he just opened his eyes until dawn.

Therefore, Qimo would be easily sleepy during the day, and his condition would be better only after he came to the demon world and was fed by Junze with food full of aura every day.

But even so, it was the first time for Qimo to sleep so soundly this night, so he didn't get up until the sun was high.

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I feel that Momo's character design has been almost destroyed by me_(:::з」∠)_