Mo Ciwan kissed her lips, but Mo Cizhu seemed much more eager, and the dragon's tail swept back and forth restlessly.

The ice blue eyes were stained with a bewitching redness.

Mo Ciwan clasped her waist and pressed her on the soft cushion. Xiaolong whimpered and tore Mo Ciwan's cassock to pieces in dissatisfaction.

"Zhu'er, are you in such a hurry?" Mo Ciwan asked with a low voice close to her ear.

As if about to cry: "Sister ~ Ah Wan ~ it's so hot and uncomfortable, help Zhu'er."

Looking at her like this, Mo Ciwan felt a puddle of spring water dripping from his heart, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

"Okay, good."

In the cave within the enchantment, the genius of the human race and the young master of the monster race are blending their souls, and from time to time you can hear the whimpering of the little dragon, or the humiliating whisper.

When Mo Cizhu woke up, Mo Ciwan was in her arms. She never thought that she would actually stay here for half a year, it was too scary.

And let Mo Ciwan stay with her for half a year, which is so embarrassing.

She arched in Mo Ciwan's arms, and Mo Ciwan was woken up by her.

He reached out and rubbed her head: "Are you awake?"

"Hmm~" Mo Cizhu practiced his chest to the end, never raising his head.

This is not the first time in the past six months that there has been such a scene. Every time Mo Cizhu goes through a climax, Mo Cizhu will have a short and stable process of recovery of monster energy and transformation of dragon scales.

Mo Ciwan patted her on the back: "Why are you still so shy?"

"Mo Ciwan, you have changed. You used to have a thinner skin than me." Mo Cizhu accused her.

Hearing her words, the corners of Mo Ciwan's mouth rose slightly: "Well, maybe Zhu'er is too cute, and why are you shy in front of Zhu'er?"

Mo Cizhu: ...

It makes sense and can't refute it.

"Is this the reason why you are a hooligan?" Mo Cizhu still wanted to sue her.

Mo Ciwan laughed softly: "Hmm ~ Zhu'er doesn't like it?"

"Bah." Mo Cizhu bit her.

"Okay, just rest well." Mo Ciwan rubbed her head, fondling the dragon's horn.

"It's okay, it's over." Mo Cizhu said in a low voice.

"That's good." Mo Ciwan touched her forehead with his forehead, and there was tenderness in his eyes.

It was only in the past six months that she realized that Zhu'er, who had no cultivation, would be so cute, and would not feel safe at all, burying herself among the treasures she collected.

The tits are so fierce that even she is not allowed to approach her, and she will...seeing her fallen dragon scales cry aggrievedly, hugging the dragon scales and saying that she is a bald dragon, which is not good-looking.

Sensitive, crying at the first tease, are dragons so cute?

If Long Zhao could hear her question, he would tell her that it was not the case. Most dragons would never cry. The main reason is that Mo Cizhu still has a part of the blood of the white deer in his body. The white deer is a naturally sensitive race and is also weak. Many, plus the more talented and powerful dragons, the more difficult the growth period.

Mo Cizhu also has those memories herself. Occasionally, when she becomes conscious, Mo Ciwan will tease her. Do you still cry?

Mo Cizhu wanted to bite her when she heard it, she would rather not remember anything, it's too embarrassing!

So after finally getting through, Mo Cizhu was also relieved, otherwise she would continue to be ashamed.

"I'm in the early stage of distraction!" Mo Cizhu finally felt that he was a cheating existence.

"Congratulations Zhu'er~" The corners of Mo Ciwan's mouth rose slightly, as if he was happier than he had broken through.

"Ah Wan, what about you, Ah Wan?" Mo Cizhu asked Mo Ciwan.

Mo Ciwan leaned into her ear and said, "Shuangxiu naturally doesn't mean growing cultivation alone."

Wen Yan Mo Cizhu patted her on the back: "I know! So isn't this asking you?"

"The peak of crossing the catastrophe." Mo Ciwan said lightly, not too excited. The breakthrough this time is probably due to Zhu'er. Ming Shu reached the seventh floor.

After she finished speaking, Mo Cizhu covered her mouth: "Shut up, you are a bug."

Mo Ciwan blinked: "Brother?"

"No." Unable to explain, Mo Cizhu bit her angrily.

Mo Ciwan pinched her little face: "Hey, only a higher cultivation base than you can protect you, isn't it?"

Hearing the words, Mo Cizhu regained his balance a little.

But at this time, Mo Cizhu was not in a hurry to leave. In addition to her cultivation base increasing a lot during this growth period, she also gained a lot of extra gains.

There are some memories of some things that have not yet broken out of the shell.

"Ah Wan, I seem to remember something." Mo Cizhulai whispered in Mo Ciwan's arms.

"What memory?" Mo Ciwan interlocked her fingers and asked in a warm voice.

"My mother not only fell into the Xuanming Hell to suppress the son of the demon god and prevent the revival of the demon race, but also re-sealed the entrance of the Xuanming Hell with her own body. My mother, at that time already It's a demigod." Mo Cizhu said in a low voice.

His voice was choked with sobs: "The hermit of the White Deer Clan also defended the seal with all their strength. My father was hunted down by the demon god's subordinates at that time. My father fell to protect me. He used all his cultivation to kill me. With the blood seal, I will perish together with those demon gods."

"I slept in the ice field for thousands of years. I didn't leave the ice field until the seal weakened. Then I wandered to the human race for some reason, broke out of the shell, and was taken back by my mother and father who happened to pass by."

"Zhu'er, your mother is admirable, and so is your father." Mo Ciwan felt distressed when he heard her crying in his arms.

"The sons of the demon god are a pair of twins, born with demon seeds. They have abilities similar to those of demon gods. They are the source of demonic energy themselves. However, if the demon god is the source of an endless river, then the two demon gods The son is just Wang Xiaoquan, not that powerful." Mo Cizhu slowly said everything he knew.

"Your Shenhuo is indeed the nemesis of the demon god, but according to my mother's demigod's cultivation level, she can only seal the two sons of the demon god, so I am afraid that if you want to defeat them completely, you will need at least a demigod." Mo Cizhu sighed Take a breath.

"And I don't know if the Demon God will be born, so it shouldn't be that easy?" Mo Cizhu frowned.

Mo Ciwan was not so flustered: "The gods of water and fire will not let them go."

"That's right, but now that a son of a demon god has been born, I'm afraid my mother's seal has been loosened." Mo Cizhu frowned.

"When we fought that day, I felt that the son of the demon god was not invincible." Mo Ciwan thought for a while and said.

Mo Cizhu pinched her chin and rubbed her: "In the memories my father gave me, the sons of the demon gods all haunted together. This time there is only one person, so there must be something wrong."

"Well, it's impossible for the Demon King Maple not to have caused any harm to them back then. Even if he forced himself out, he must have been injured." Mo Ciwan said softly.

"Oh, it's hard." Mo Cizhu sighed.

After that, Mo Cizhu didn't have much information, but she was still a little depressed. When she remembered those things, she also remembered the scene of Bai Andao disappearing back then.

Mo Cizhu couldn't say that these had nothing to do with him, and couldn't say that they were not her biological parents.

Those memories and pictures are so real, Mo Cizhu is more willing to believe that he is a reincarnated person who didn't drink Mengpo soup.

Mo Ciwan hugged her to comfort her emotions, and Mo Cizhu leaned in her arms, she didn't need to say anything, as long as she was supported, it would be good.

After Mo Cizhu adjusted his emotions, Mo Ciwan let her go: "Is it better?"

"It's okay." Mo Cizhu sniffed, then withdrew from Mo Ciwan's embrace and smiled obediently at her.

Mo Ciwan rubbed her head: "There will always be a way."

"alright."

Mo Cizhu slowed down and began to adjust his breath, and Mo Ciwan noticed a slight movement.

"There seems to be strange aura fluctuations around here. Do you want to go out and ask the Dragon King of the East China Sea, something happened recently?" Mo Ciwan suddenly said to Mo Cizhu after Mo Cizhu finished adjusting his breath.

Mo Cizhu: ...

Born to work hard, that's all.

"Go and ask." The two tidied themselves up, still in the familiar couple outfits, and then went out of the cave to look for Long Yan.

Not far from the cave, Mo Cizhu and Mo Ciwan met a woman in a water-blue dress and a white jade bead crown. The woman's eyes were light blue, and two mermaid maids followed behind her.

The woman saw Mo Cizhu and Mo Ciwan looked at them curiously: "Who are you?"

"Mo Cizhu." Mo Cizhu spoke with him first.

"Oh, that young master of the Yao clan who came to Donghai as a guest, you look so good-looking." The girl leaned over to look at Mo Cizhu seriously.

She even reached out to touch the water lines on her forehead: "Is this true?"

Mo Cizhu felt that the air pressure of someone beside him was extremely low, and he took a step back: "It's fake, how could it be true."

"Oh, that's it, then you look good too~" The girl was dressed gorgeously, a simple skirt was dotted with countless pearls, and it looked like a top-grade spiritual weapon.

"Thank you, and you too. Dare I ask how can I meet the Dragon King?" Mo Cizhu brought the topic back to the right track, and continued. Mo Ciwan can eat her up.

"You are looking for my father, I will take you there." The girl's eyes were shining, and she never left Mo Cizhu.

The dragon clan still prefers their own clan and the atmosphere of the same clan, so the girl has no interest in Mo Ciwan.

Moreover, Mo Cizhu has a powerful aura, a powerful dragon breath that only dragons can easily feel.

"My name is Long Linglang."

Mo Ciwan sent a voice transmission to Mo Cizhu: "The Four Princesses of the East China Sea."

"It turned out to be the fourth princess. I'm sorry." The Dragon Clan of the East China Sea is a force that no one wants to provoke. After all, the Dragon Clan is powerful and talented in cultivation.

Even Mo Cizhu, the young master of the demon clan, couldn't be rude to Donghai.

"You're welcome, can I call you Azhu?" Long Linglang looked at her anxiously.

Mo Cizhu: ...

No, Your Royal Highness, are you too familiar with yourself?

"Ah, yes."

After he finished speaking, he was pinched, and Mo Cizhu looked at Mo Ciwan aggrievedly.

"I didn't tease her, my sister mustn't be angry."

Mo Ciwan pursed his lips and hummed softly.

But Mo Cizhu's heart was warm, why is Ah Wan so cute when he's jealous.

Long Linglang brought Mo Cizhu and Mo Ciwan outside the main hall of Dragon Palace.

Looking at the magnificent and mighty Dragon Palace, Mo Cizhu felt sour in his heart.

"Ah Wan, what a big Dragon Palace, woo woo woo, I don't have one."

Mo Ciwan listened to Mo Cizhu's crying voice, and smiled helplessly: "If Zhu'er becomes the demon king in the future, it's not impossible to have it."

"Demon King, it's too far away, ah, there's no hope, no chance, I'm in such a difficult situation, blah blah."

With such a big Dragon Palace, Mo Ciwan really had no choice but to reach out and rub her head: "The Dragon Clan of the East China Sea only has such a Dragon Palace, so Zhu'er is not sad."

"Are you saying, don't think about me being alone?" Mo Cizhu still had sour bubbles in his heart one after another.

Mo Ciwan sighed helplessly: "Of course not, don't think about it."

"Zhu'er is so lonely."

Long Linglang pulled Mo Cizhu ignoring those shrimp soldiers and crab generals and ran in unprepared: "Daddy~"

Long Yan, who was discussing business matters with a group of generals of the Shui tribe, suddenly saw Long Linglang running in with someone leading him, and felt a little headache.

"Daddy is busy with business."

Long Yan's handsome face was full of helplessness.

"Azhu is looking for you." Long Linglang glared at him aggrievedly.

Mo Cizhu broke away from Long Linglang's hand: "It is true that the junior is looking for uncle for something, but if you are busy, the junior will not bother you."

Long Yan didn't get angry when he saw her: "It's Ah Zhu."

"It's time for distraction, yes, it's better than your mother's back then." Long Yan nodded with appreciation in his eyes.

The author has something to say: Ah, the crying little dragon, I really want to bully you, please read the next chapter

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