The string of data in the quick time travel is poisonous

Ye Ning touched his face tentatively, but found nothing unusual.

Only Mo Yuan's faint voice came: "There are too many people and the goal is big, let's all go away."

Jin Zexuan doggedly said: "Cousin, we are together, so we can take care of each other, right?"

Bai Yu struggled a bit: "Ye..."

Thinking of the slap just now, the "Ye Ning" that was about to blurt out was abruptly changed to "Young Master Ye."

"Young Master Ye, let me go first."

Jin Zexuan looked like a villain: "Shut up, didn't you see that my young master is talking to my cousin?"

Bai Yu was so "choked" that he couldn't get up and down, and stood aside with a blushing face.

The subordinates behind him knew how to advance and retreat, and respectfully said to Mo Yuan: "Young master Ye, our sect and Chang Xiao's sect have never had any enmity, and I hope you will let my young master go because of the relationship between the two families. "

Mo Yuan nodded slightly, and the "wrapping silk" untied in response, and the misty silk thread slipped into Ye Ning's cuff quietly, and entrenched in his cuff obediently.

"Thank you, Young Master Ye, there will be a time later."

Supporting Bai Yu, the group walked quite despondently.

Mo Yuan glanced at Jin Zexuan: "Still leaving?"

"Cousin~" Jin Zexuan, who originally wanted to be coquettish, looked at Mo Yuan's alienated look, and led him away with three steps.

Looking at his cousin's cold and distant look, he always felt that there was something different about him.

The Chang Xiao Clan's school uniform is blue and white, with wide sleeves and a tightly tied girdle, which makes the person look tall and straight, very dignified, usually wearing it on his cousin makes people feel as handsome as an exiled fairy , not like now, cold and cold killing, but like those sword cultivators on Qingling Mountain.

Jin Zexuan sacrificed the flying sword, attributed all the changes of his cousin to the experience of seeing blood in this secret realm, and flew away without looking back.

Ye Ning knew that Mo Yuan was afraid that the two of them would be exposed, so he sent them away.

Thinking of the original owner's father's instructions, Ye Ning said, "I don't know what the next plan is for Fellow Daoist Mo?"

"Soul change."

Concise and concise.

Ye Ning said: "I will participate in the training on behalf of Chang Xiao Clan, so naturally I want to glorify the lintel."

"You want me to help you?"

"It's joining forces."

Mo Yuan nodded irresponsibly, apparently agreeing to help Ye Ning participate in the No.1 competition.

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The smell of sulfur permeated the air, filled with water vapor, Ye Ning sat aside and wiped his face with water on the cloth strips torn from his clothes.

Mo Yuan was covered in blood, and took off his clothes expressionlessly.

The white chest was quickly exposed to the air, and Ye Ning consciously turned around.

Just now, the two of them experienced a fierce battle, and they almost tried their best to annihilate each other.

Although the cleansing spell can solve the cleaning problem, the two still chose to take a bath by coincidence.

Thinking of Mo Yuan's fierce moves, Ye Ning shuddered.

Mo Yuan looked at the reflection in the water, it was really a face that should be associated with Misty Rain in the south of the Yangtze River, there was nowhere that was not ironed, and nowhere was not warm.

What a pity, Mo Yuan curled his lips when he looked at the delicate palms, they have never suppressed their desires, if they hadn't changed their bodies now...

Thinking of Young Master Ye's serious look, Mo Yuan curled his lips while looking at his back: "Young Master Ye, don't you even dare to look at your own body?"

Ye Ning turned his back to him: "Do not look at evil."

Very good, what I said, is especially for a gentleman.

Mo Yuan smiled and closed his palms together.

Ye Ning only felt that there was a force behind him pulling him, and the next second, he fell into the hot spring.

Ye Luo Tang Ji Ning got out of the water, spat out the water in his mouth, and almost blurted out "Crazy?"

The car stopped in time, Ye Ning almost gritted his teeth: "I'm not used to bathing with people."

The black clothes stuck to his body, revealing a sharp muscle outline.

Mo Yuan pressed his shoulders and said, "It's just right, so do I."

He tore off Ye Ning's collar and said with a smile: "If that's the case, Young Master Ye doesn't want to bathe my body, does he?"

Ye Ning had an ominous premonition.

Mo Yuan looked upright: "So, I'll do it myself."

Ye Ning pulled off his collar with a dazed expression, and Mo Yuan felt satisfied with his firm chest muscles.

Ye Ning who was touched: Damn, is this person a pervert!

The white arms slid from the back over the tailbone and rested on the smooth abdomen.

Mo Yuan continued: "Later, Young Master Ye can also wash it by himself, Yuan promises not to mess around."

Ye Ning said that the picture of two people touching each other's body and taking a bath is so beautiful that he dare not think about it.

Ye Ning, who seriously suspected that the other party was an exhibitionist, got goosebumps all over his body, and stepped back.

He forced himself to calm down and said, "Compared to this, I don't like being touched even more."

Mo Yuan watched with interest the face that was still unfamiliar to him, switching back and forth with complex expressions such as embarrassment, shame, anger, and anger. It was a pity that the face opposite was not his own.

He had never seen so many expressions on his face.

Mo Yuan, who felt that he had enough fun tonight, finally let Ye Ning go, he still had an upright face: "Since Brother Ye doesn't like it, then forget it."

Ye Ning exhaled, and ran away without even noticing the change of his address.

The water was warm, feeling the moist and delicate skin under his palm, Mo Yuan squinted his eyes.

There was a huge rock between Ye Ning and him. He looked at someone's eight-pack abs and mermaid line with some envy, and poked and poked again, thinking of his lost six-pack abs, he was very unhappy.

But he is still virtuous (thinking himself), and he retracted his gaze when the abdomen was lowered, and he never wanted to have needle eyes after looking at it.

After taking a bath, Mo Yuan set up a formation, and the two who didn't need to sleep put on clean clothes, sat on the floor, and adjusted their breathing.

The night was not peaceful, with the cries of ferocious beasts heard from time to time, and in the darkness, there were occasional arrows flying through the air. In the distance, the sound of knives intersecting was particularly moving in the silent night.

Ye Ning thought that with Mo Yuan's formation, he could sit back and relax, until a sword passed through the formation, and Mo Yuan grabbed it in his hand.

Looking behind him, there are more than a dozen people wearing different martial arts uniforms.

Ye Ning understood that these were defected people who were unwilling to become cannon fodder after entering the secret realm. They banded together, robbed and killed people in the secret realm, hoping to survive to the end.

Mo Yuan snorted coldly, as if he was courting death.

Those people held a bell in their hands, and Ye Ning pulled out Chang Xiao.

The famous "Phantom Sound Ling" unexpectedly fell into the hands of this mob.

The sharp Xiao sound is mixed with the bewitching ringtone, and the night wind blows, the lingering sound curls up and spreads far away.

Mo Yuan's eyes were clouded for a moment, but he soon regained consciousness.

The soft sword twirled around in his hand, Mo Yuan sneered, with murderous aura wrapped in the sword, he swept it around.

Six or seven people fell down in response, and the leader hurriedly took out something similar to a gun.

The information of this thing flashed in Ye Ning's mind, it was specially used by monks, as long as it exploded, everyone present would lose their spiritual power temporarily, and it was very popular on the black market.

The sound blade hit the man's hand according to the master's will.

The black iron ball fell in response to the sound, and at the same time, thousands of darts shining with cold light were launched in an instant, heading towards Ye Ning and the others.

Mo Yuan's sword dance was impenetrable.

The darts were hit in pieces, sweeping away the opponent.

In the confusion, Mo Yuan snorted, Ye Ning rushed over and said, "Are you injured?"

Mo Yuan waved his hand, and a "little red flower" bloomed on his chest.

Ye Ning watched the other party take out another magic weapon, hugged Mo Yuan and said, "Let's go!"

After running two steps forward, "Changsi" automatically caught its master, and quickly rushed into the sky.

Mo Yuan nestled in Ye Ning's arms with a dark face. His current body is thin, which fits this generous embrace very well.

The bone-piercing cold wind passed through the sleeves, Ye Ning lowered his head and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Mo Yuan: "..."