Mozun raises the milk bag after the moon is old

According to Xiaoshenzuo's temperament, he was treated like this, would he really let him go so easily?

Yulin frowned in disbelief, not to mention being sure, turned her head and gave Fu Li a sizing look.

He saw that Fu Li, who was not emotional at first, suddenly felt a little dissatisfied after feeling the eyes from him. This emotional change made him confused.

I was at a loss for a while and didn't know how to respond to the other party.

Seeing Yulin like this, Fu Li felt inexplicably irritated: Yulin really doesn't trust her at all.

The more Fuli thought about it, the more annoying he became, but he knew that once he spoke, the person in front of him would be even more uncertain. He didn't want to see this scene at all, so he turned his head and left without saying a word.

He slowed down the pace: if he walked like this, Yulin would definitely solve the matter as quickly as possible according to his own ideas, and then catch up with him and ask him what's wrong.

As expected, Fu Li heard an urgent shout from behind him after not walking far: "Little, little god seat!"

Fu Li didn't realize that the corner of his mouth curled up when the other party caught up, but when he turned to look at the person who had already run over, the arc disappeared, and he changed into a blank expression: "What are you doing? "

"I……"

And Yulin obviously didn't expect him to have such a reaction, he was stunned for a moment before saying: "I have made an agreement with that little fairy."

"understood."

Doesn't the little god ask what he said to the other party?But he is not easy to ask: "..."

"Little God seat." Yulin raised his head and pointed to the sky: "It's getting late, I'll take you back to Misty Terrace first!"

So this clearly means that he has lost his way!

Fu Li felt a little ashamed, it was better to let others know than to him!

and also……

Fuli glanced at Yulin who had a paper crane in his palm: How did he know that he had a conflict with the other party and started a fight?

Logically speaking, to perceive it should also be the Pojun Xingjun of their family!

That Xingjun's magic power is much higher than this Yulin's!Why didn't that Pojun Xingjun know about it?

Fu Li looked suspiciously at the person in front of him again, but was interrupted by the paper crane in his palm.

The little paper crane in his hand flickered on and off, the light was particularly dim.

Looking at that face again, it was pale, and the brows were deeply frowned, obviously exhausted.

Just now, in order to protect himself, he almost used up his mana, and...

Fu Li looked at Meng Zhang's treatment, but it was still abnormally bright red hand, wondering what's wrong with her: "Are you alright?"

"what?"

Yulin didn't expect Fuli's words at all, and couldn't believe that such words came from the mouth of this little god, so he waited for a long time before saying: "I, I'm fine!"

In the end, looking at the expression on Fuli's face, he felt a little unnatural: "It's the little God seat, are you okay?"

"Don't worry about it." However, in exchange for that, a blank stare and an indifferent tone were returned. Yulin was wondering what was wrong with this little god, when he felt his sleeves being ripped off, and the little god said in an awkward tone: "I don't want to see the little paper crane today."

"Ah?" What happened to the little god seat?Why is that weird?But it's so late, it's better to send him back first: "Okay, okay..."

Yulin took the little paper crane, soared into the clouds, and said to Fu Li, who pouted, "The little god seat comes with me."

Fuli followed without saying a word, looking at the figure in front of her in a mess.

"Little God seat, here we are." After thinking for an unknown amount of time, Yulin's voice sounded, and he looked over and saw Yulin pointing to the table below.

"Ah."

"Then I'll go back to Xingxiu Palace first."

Fuli looked at the figure who turned around and was about to leave, but didn't speak.

In the eyes, the figure just turned his back to him, and suddenly fell down. Fuli's movements were faster than his thinking, and he caught the limp body.

When I looked at the person with the eyes tightly closed, my brain caught up with the rhythm: it must be because of the overdrawn mana just now that I have been struggling, and I can't bear it now.

At the same time, he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, he hasn't left Misty Terrace, otherwise, although he wouldn't die from this fall, it should be enough to drink a pot.

After thinking about it, Fu Li frowned when he picked up the unconscious person.

The person in the arms didn't know whether it was because of overdraft or just like him, his body was very soft, so soft that people didn't want to let go.

This tactile sensation was surprisingly good, and even made Fu Li feel like hugging her for a while longer.

Fu Li, who realized that this idea had popped up in his mind, found that he was not irritable, and subconsciously closed his body even tighter in his arms. He stood in mid-air for a long time before landing on the ground, copying The person entered the room, and finally rested gently on the bed.

Fuli, who had done all this, was relaxed and felt a little tired, so she sat on the side of the couch and looked at this face.

There were no candles in the room. Although Fuli's vision was sharp in the dark, she still couldn't see clearly, so she moved her face closer.

This was the first time he had looked at the face of the person in front of him so closely.

Fuli frowned, looking at the fluttering thick and pitch-black crow feathers: Why are his eyelashes so long?

The pair of clear and shallow eyes unconsciously appeared in my mind, always so gentle and gentle.

Fuli felt annoyed for a moment: he didn't like people with closed eyes and expressionless faces at all.

He wanted to see the autumn water in the eyes of the person in front of him, always soft, and called him "Little God seat."

"!!!"

It was only when Fu Li realized what the soft touch was that he realized that he had imprinted those plump lips at some point, and that feeling was unexpectedly good, making people fall in love.

Fuli wanted to let go, but found that she couldn't bear it, so she stamped that lip again, trying to understand what it felt like.

However, after staying on that lip for a long time, he couldn't understand how to describe this feeling.

The next moment, Fu Li felt the heavy breathing.

That breath is not my own...

Fuli originally wanted to withdraw from this lip, but after thinking about it, he stamped again, then tilted his head: "How do you feel?"

If you don't know what it is, then ask the other person how it feels for reference.

However, what he got in exchange was silence and more dignified breathing.

Fu Li felt that the owner of the lips had stiffened, and couldn't help but become more curious. She moved the other's lips a few inches away, and continued to ask the bottom line: "Yulin?"

"Little God, it's getting late."

The other party didn't answer, but chose to change the topic, but Fu Li keenly caught the panic in the other party's tone, and the breath was also very unstable.