The End of the Emperor's Industry

He roared: "Fox King, please don't lose your sense of proportion!"

But Gu Xiaoyu didn't listen to his words at all, still folded his hands on his chest, leisurely and fearlessly towards him, pressing on him step by step.

Mo Bai felt something was wrong, so he immediately drew out the sword hidden in his sleeve, and pointed at him while stepping back.

"Daoist, tonight is not over, you won't, so soon..." He raised his eyebrows: "Just forget what happened not long ago..." He stretched out his hand to hold Mo Bai's hand Cheng Yingjian stared straight at Mo Bai's beauty with both eyes.

Seeing that he was distracted, Mo Bai was waiting for an opportunity to strike, but unexpectedly, the strength of the sword tightened suddenly, and he couldn't help leaning forward. Just like that, without any defense, he fell into his chest, the sword in his hand , was snatched away by Gu Xiaoyu with his bare hands and thrown to the other side.

He struggled to get up, but Gu Xiaoyu intentionally hugged him tightly.

"Gu Xiaoyu, what tricks are you trying to play again!" He yelled angrily, "Let me go!" He stared at him stubbornly, with a bit of hatred lingering between his brows.

"Yo..." He said frivolously: "Is Xiao Yu called now? Daoist..." He raised his finger and picked up the tip of his jaw: "I knew... ..you admire me..."

"Hmph...!" Hearing this, Mo Bai couldn't help but sneer: "The poor are those who cultivate the Tao, so why talk about admiration?" He frowned slightly and raised his eyebrows to look at his handsome face, : "It's Fox King, you are so chasing after me as a cultivator. Could it be that you have some special hobby? Mo Baijie is a mortal, and the emperor's preferences have never been known..." His Between the lines, the deep meaning is entwined.

And Gu Xiaoyu is keen, how could he not know what Mo Bai meant.

"The Taoist chief just wanted to say that Xiao Yu has a habit of breaking sleeves..." He sneered: "But so what, I want you to be my male favourite, do you think you can still escape?" Do I take care of Xiao Yu's palm?" He looked at him, full of arrogance.

"Stop talking nonsense, Gu Xiaoyu, let me go if you have the ability, and fight with me!" He was still unyielding, his almond eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth.

"A showdown? Tsk..." He frowned at him and shook his head: "Don't be brave, you are my prey, Gu Xiaoyu, you can't escape..." He Flick his smooth forehead with two fingers. "Even if the Taoist leader wins, I won't just let you go like this..." After finishing speaking, he turned over and pressed him down under the bright night sky, with his hands resting on his back. With a slight smile on his shoulders, he looked calmly at the somewhat terrified and somewhat disgusted him below him.

In fact, since the first time he saw him in Wangchen Temple that day, he had an inexplicable feeling of intimacy towards him, which came from the heart.

It was as if they had met somewhere before.

"Master Daoist, have we met in previous lives...?" He stared fixedly at his stunning face, his thin lips parted slightly, and he couldn't help but blurted out the words.

Hearing him ask this question, he looked at him with deep eyebrows and a serious expression.But Mo Bai thought of Gu Xiaoyu's frivolity, so he still refused to talk to him, and just stared at him like that with no expression on his face.

But for some reason, the four eyes looked at each other, and the two looked at each other for a long time, looking at his deep purple phoenix eyes and frivolity, Mo Bai couldn't help feeling a faint sadness welling up in every cell of his body. Jumping and jumping, he looked at him, his mood suddenly became a little heavy, and his chest was even tighter.

He just said, did he meet with him in his previous life...?That's right, that sense of familiarity, from the very beginning, in fact, subtly entrenched his heart, why on earth...?Is there really a past life...? "Oh, who knew..."

His scorching eyes wandered on his face, and his thin lips slowly approached his pink petals, but at this moment, there was no previous resistance in his heart, and it was replaced by pity.

Mo Bai slowly closed his eyes, his lips just turned over like this, rolling over his pink petals, lingering with warmth.

Mo Bai was abnormal, but he couldn't control himself, the subtle feeling in his heart was indescribable.

The tip of his tongue, which he stuck into his lips, couldn't help disturbing his size. His kiss gradually became like a storm and wind, suffocating him with heat.Heavy panting, a little short.His right palm caressed his neck, separated the clothes, and moved to his porcelain-like delicate back, caressing wantonly.

His thin lips left his pink petals, covered his neck and licked, as if they were apart.

At this moment, Mo Bai was driven by the emotion in his heart, like a drunken person. Although his thinking told himself that this was wrong, it was just that feeling that rose spontaneously when facing Gu Xiaoyu. The strange feeling held him tightly.

As the love became more intense, he tore his neat white clothes somewhat roughly, and the two of them were intertwined. Seeing that Mo Bai was about to be stripped naked by Gu Xiaoyu, there was a thunderous rumble in the sky, So sudden.

This can make Mo Bai wake up suddenly, open his eyes in an instant, and suddenly, he knows that his soul has returned from his drunken dream.

He was a little flustered, seeing himself and Gu Xiaoyu's red and white shirts intersecting in such a mess, he felt ashamed, but Gu Xiaoyu was still kissing himself so forgetfully, in desperation, he had no choice but to bite his heart. Touching his lips, a faint blood spread from his mouth, the tingling sensation made Gu Xiaoyu have to recover, and separated from his lips.

And at the moment when the smell of blood flowed into Mo Bai's lips, Mo Bai's mind felt a sudden sharp pain, and a man in pink flashed through his mind, piercing the heart of a man in red with a sword. The scene, the despair on the face of the man in pink, the figure of the man in red, as beautiful as a jade mountain, fell in a pool of blood, the unwillingness in his eyes, all these are so vague, yet so profound, although I couldn't see the faces of those two people clearly, but the pain in my heart was unknowingly, quietly obvious..."