Worrying about having sex with myself every day

An Qing and Xue Fan were chasing Mo Songlian, and walked into a sea of ​​flowers without realizing it, and a man was standing in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers. He looked at them and smiled slightly. The black robe was loosely draped over his body, revealing his round and fair shoulders. There is a black lotus petal printed on the forehead, long silver-white hair is dragged to the ground, slender eyes are slightly red, narrowed slightly, red lips are slightly parted: "Guests from afar, I am waiting for you for a long time .”

The voice is ethereal, as if it has an echo, it is elegant and natural as if singing praises, with a sense of comfort.

The gorgeous sea of ​​flowers, colorful and colorful, did not match the man's black robe and long silver-white hair, but when the man opened his mouth, he felt as if he had merged into a painting with this sea of ​​flowers, standing gracefully.

An Qing and Xue Fan stopped at the same time, and it was Xue Fan who spoke first: "Dare to ask this senior? Can you see a Mosong lotus with red and mysterious crystals?"

The man just stood there, about two meters away from the two of them. Hearing the words, he said calmly, "To tell the truth, the Mo Songlian you two are after is my junior, please be merciful."

A Mo Songlian in human form, a seemingly harmless man hiding in the flowers, An Qing felt that the man in front of him looked very familiar, but couldn't remember where he saw it, and in his previous life, An Qing came to Miracle In the Realm of Miracles, I have never seen a spiritual plant that can transform into a human form. A Lingzhi with a little intelligence can be a little overlord in the Realm of Miracles.

Regardless of whether the man looks familiar or not, if you want to remove the Hongxuan microcrystal, the Mo Songlian will naturally be destroyed as well, because when the Hongxuan microcrystal is attached to it, your life has already been given to her. An Qing could see clearly that although Mo Songlian had a bit of spirituality, he hadn't opened up his spiritual wisdom yet. However, when this man used the word "junior", it seemed that they had bullied the living beings.

An Qing was full of thoughts, but his face was calm. Hearing the words, he also said: "The Hongxuan microcrystal is very important, and please don't embarrass us, senior."

With An Qing talking together, Xue Fan sang along, and explained: "Senior must also be able to sense that there will be catastrophe in the Tibetan Tiger Continent. We have benefited from the entrustment of the senior to find the red mysterious crystal and open a new channel. , so as to solve the calamity that fell from the sky."

"It's my fault," the man said apologetically, but his face was calm and calm. "However, under Mo Jialing's order, how can I disregard the life of my junior?" The moss pine lotus that Qing and Xue Fan were looking for so hard jumped on Mo Jialing's shoulder, it was as lively as if it had opened up its wisdom, full of spirituality.

An Qing glanced at Mo Songlian, looked straight at Mo Jialing, and said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone, "However, when the catastrophe comes, seniors will most likely lose more juniors, and the gains outweigh the losses."

The corners of Mo Jialing's mouth slightly raised, with a look of disdain for the world: "This catastrophe has not yet come, how do you know if I can protect you?" The words were interrogative, but there was affirmation in the tone of the statement .

It seems that we can't reach an agreement, so we can only grab it hard.

An Qing and Xue Fan looked at each other, and they cooperated perfectly, seeing that Xue Fan was still wielding the black long sword, while An Qing moved quickly when Mo Jialing dodged Lay down the formation.

However, Mo Jialing seemed to be unable to dodge in time, and was stabbed by Xue Fan. It was obvious that he was stabbed, but the corner of Mo Jialing's mouth was hooked, and even the mosong lotus on his shoulder jumped even more happily take off.

An Qing didn't stop moving in formation, and kept watching Mo Jialing from the corner of his eyes. He felt that something was wrong, and saw that when Xue Fan was about to stab again, Xue Fan's long sword was about to reach Mo Jialing. , but it was abruptly sideways.

Several times in succession, Xue Fan's movements seemed to be out of his control. Xue Fan frowned. There was no Mo Songlian ten thousand years ago, and there was no such spiritual plant in the God Realm. What is it, the left hand is waving the sword technique, but the right hand is waving "Thunderbolt".

However, no matter whether it was a long sword or a technique, it could not attack Mo Jialing. Xue Fan frowned slightly. Jia Ling caused substantial damage.

They can't hurt Mo Jialing, anyway, their goal is to get the Red Mystic Microcrystal. Thinking of this, Xue Fan teleported forward, and as soon as his hand touched the Mo Songlian, Mo Jialing smiled strangely .

An Qing, who was setting up the array, just set up the sleepy spirit array, when he heard Mo Jialing's ethereal voice appearing in his ears: "Fate..."

An Qing had a bad intuition, so she rushed over instinctively, and saw Xue Fan raised his lips and smiled at him, An Qing looked at Xue Fan with a confused face, and shouted at Xue Fan: "Mo Jialing?"

A trace of surprise appeared in "Xue Fan"'s eyes, but it disappeared quickly, and he still smiled: "It seems that you have a very good relationship, and you recognized it immediately."

The eyes are different, and the expression is different. When Xue Fan raised his lips and smiled at him, his eyes were always soft, and his eyes were full of him. But when "Xue Fan" smiled just now, it made An Qing feel strange. Very soon, An Qing also blurted out that she felt something was wrong, but there was actually something wrong.

"Xue Fan" was obviously very satisfied with An Qing's dazed expression, holding Mo Songlian who was full of aura but obediently not moving this time, and said to An Qing: "Do you want it...or him? The decision is up to you." .”

The expression on An Qing's face was a bit dazed, "Xue Fan" hooked the corners of his mouth, feelings, hum, they all exist like this, hypocrisy.

What An Qing didn't know was that not only Mo Jialing was eagerly waiting for this answer, but Xue Fan was also quietly waiting for An Qing's answer. I don't know if Mo Jialing's "fate" was intentional or doubtful, and it didn't make him feel ashamed. Xue Fan lost consciousness, because Xue Fan seemed to have temporarily lost control of his body, but he knew exactly what happened.

Seeing that An Qing recognized Mo Jialing immediately, Xue Fan still felt an unspeakable pride and joy in his heart. When Mo Jialing's question came up, Xue Fan knew that he was nervous. After clearing this emotional calamity, he seemed to go further and further on the road of experiencing all kinds of weak emotions.

An Qing's silence obviously made Mo Jialing feel a little bored, he couldn't help urging: "Is it so difficult to answer? Hurry up."

An Qing lowered his head, making it difficult for people to see the emotion on his face. Mo Jialing keenly felt the breath fluctuating around him, and the sea of ​​flowers also made a "russling" sound, as if he was afraid of something.

Mo Jialing's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help saying: "You..."

I saw the unparalleled young man raised his head, his eyes were red, his exquisite face was a little more fierce and cold, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, the red color on his snow-white tail was a bit dazzling, the young man's voice was pleasant, but a little sinister Han: "It's good that you moved my people."