[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

After Mo finished speaking, he blinked his eyes.Looking at him, Mo Bai felt that the starlight in those pure black eyes seemed to jump out in the next second.

"I'm great."

Mo lowered his arms, leaned his upper body forward, and lay directly on Mo Bai's lap.Like a proud child, asking for praise.

Very cute.

Mo Bai couldn't help showing a smile, if anyone saw it, they would probably die of drunkenness inside.

"Well, that's great."

He put down the talisman and stroked Mo's hair gently.

Mo didn't need to sleep, but just for a moment, he felt a little sleepy.

He yawned a little.

Mo Bai has always been very concerned about his every move, although it is only a small movement, but Mo Bai has noticed it keenly.

He bent down, hugged Mo directly, and walked slowly towards the bed step by step.

Lin Yuan had already slept soundly and turned into a black bird squatting at the foot of the bed, with its head tucked under its wings, like a fur ball.

Lin Yuan carefully put the ink on the side of the bed, removed his shoes and socks, belt coat, and hair bundle for him, and covered him with a quilt carefully.

Just as he was about to get up, the corner of his clothes was pulled.

"Sleep with me, okay?"

Mo Bai's heart softened unbelievably when Mo Bai's muffled voice came.

"it is good."

Mo was really sleepy. After feeling the cool temperature next to him, he glued it all over, and soon fell asleep, sleeping very soundly.

So he didn't hear the sentence next to his ear, "Good night, little Molian."

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It's also really interesting to say that this righteous way demon cultivator.

While asking for assistance first, he showed off his prestige at other people's gates.

On the other hand, the magicians on the other side don't like to suppress their emotions, so they were hit in the face. If they didn't fight back, they would really be sorry for the evaluation of "doing their own way" for many years.

So the next day, the Blood Emperor sent a voice message to all righteous monks, saying that for the success of this demon slaying conference, he would gather all the monks and make preparations before going to the lair of the evil monster.

Zhengdao still finds it strange, could it be that the demon cultivator changed his temper overnight and finally willingly took out the Lingshi treasures in the treasury and distributed them to everyone?

It's just that when a group of monks came to the position mentioned in the sound transmission with laughter on their faces and calculations in their hearts, their faces changed instantly.

I saw a large circular stone platform half a person's height standing abruptly on a huge barren and barren open space.There are complicated patterns engraved on the stone platform, and they are connected together to form a layered formation.

A Nascent Soul cultivator came here surrounded by people, and he couldn't hear enough flattery along the way.A person behind him had just said, "Look at a real person for help when choosing a magic weapon", before finishing the second half of the sentence, he saw a black dot in the sky with sharp eyes.

"what is that?"

"Oh, this voice, could it be some kind of strange bug?"

Cultivator Nascent Soul surpassed everyone present. He squinted his eyes and took a closer look, and found that it was not a black spot or a strange insect at all, but a group of people wrapped in black mist.

The speed of the person coming was extremely fast, even piercing the air and making a buzzing sound.As the distance between the two sides gradually narrowed, the eardrums of several low-level monks were already shocked.

With a roar, the sky was full of dust.

Cultivator Nascent Soul flicked his sleeves, and instantly created a colorful barrier, blocking the flying sand and rocks that rushed towards him.

The dust and mist dissipated, revealing several figures.

A person with indistinguishable beauty, a woman in cool clothes, and a boy with wonderful hair color.

Among them, the woman in red with gorgeous makeup, no one could not recognize her, was the ruthless, bloodthirsty Jin Nu.

She stood side by side with the boy, one left and one right guarding behind one person, which made everyone present have many guesses about the identity of this person.

"I didn't expect you to come so early."

When the leader spoke, some people were surprised that such a beautiful face was a man.

The boy reached into his sleeve pocket with his right hand and took out a small black object.The thing grows in response to the wind, and in a few breaths it becomes a gorgeous and spacious chair.

Jin Nu took out a large stack of silk and satin from nowhere, and just by looking at the reflected luster, she knew that the few pieces of cloth were extraordinary.

She spread out the cloth, spread it neatly on the wide soft slumped chair, walked up to the man and said something in a low voice.

The man turned around and lay down on the soft chair as if he had no bones, lazily rolling up a piece of fabric with one hand and rubbing it.

The orthodox monks had almost gathered together, and after waiting for a while, the three people on the opposite side did not make any movements.The Nascent Soul cultivator had never experienced this kind of neglect since he was trained as a Nascent Soul, so he couldn't help asking at this moment, and his tone was a little offended: "Is this how the dignified Blood Emperor treats guests?"

Hearing this, the Blood Emperor raised his eyebrows.He propped up his body a bit, and looked at the Nascent Soul cultivator without saying a word.

The cultivator felt as if he was being held down by an invisible hand, and the force was extremely powerful. He circulated the essence and urged the Nascent Soul in the Purple Mansion in Dantian, trying to resist that force.

However, his whole body trembled violently, and he could almost hear the creaking sound of bones and joints in his body that could not be supported.

Suddenly his eyes widened, and the Nascent Soul in his body screamed. He opened his mouth wide, and the screams of a baby and an adult man were mixed together, which sounded weird and terrifying.

bang——

A burst of blood mist exploded, and the monk who was still standing just now was shattered into a blood mist, leaving only a few pieces of clothes to show that he had existed.

This should have been a horrific scene, but no one dared to make a sound, let alone cry.

The few people who stood closest to the cultivator had flesh and blood stained all over their faces and bodies, but they gritted their teeth, their faces were pale, and they didn't even dare to move.

——Being able to instantly kill a Nascent Soul cultivator without letting go of even a trace of spiritual knowledge or soul, this kind of strength made everyone present feel utterly terrified.

Suddenly, a soft voice sounded from a distance.

"Your Excellency's actions this time may have gone too far."

When I heard it, the voice seemed to be far away in the sky, but when everyone blinked, they realized that the person had already appeared in front of them.

"Honorable One! Most Holy One!"

A group of people were very excited, seeing this legendary power was something they never dared to dream about in their lives.A few of them even knelt down uncontrollably, eyes full of devotion tending to madness.

The Holy One ignored the call behind him, but just fell in front of the pile of tattered clothes with a compassionate expression.

Sighing, he raised his left hand, flipped his palm, and conjured up a snow-white whisk.

As the dust whisk swept past, the monks standing in front felt a chill all over their bodies. After looking at each other, they realized that the blood stains on each other's bodies seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.