cute husband is happy

The blood color imprinted on the lower lip of the little man, as bright as poppies, bewitching the hearts of the princes of the Huang Clan.

Leaning over, it was unexpectedly soft and sweet, and Wu Mochen grinded it repeatedly in that small square inch, as if confirming something.

This is probably not a dream.

Ah Miao, I can still kiss you like this.

You are by my side, never go far.

"Mo'er." Taking advantage of the gap to take a breath, Qing Miao turned her face away and panted slightly, "The Phoenix Temple will soon know about the earth veins, I, I'm worried..."

The bony and clear long fingers lifted the little man's chin, and lowered his head to touch those soft lips again.

Qing Miao opened his mouth to say the words of refusal, which happened to be an opportunity for His Royal Highness Xiao Si of the Huang Clan to sweep his tongue straight into his mouth, and the kiss was tinged with lust, which was not to be questioned, strong and gentle.

I don't want to grow up to be a fairy in the sky, but I want to be in the world, a lifetime, a couple.

After the kiss was over, the parted lips and tongue pulled up the silver thread, Wu Mochen hugged the little man horizontally, and walked to the bedroom.

Qing Miao obediently fell in the arms of the prince of the Huang Clan, her face flushed, and her breathing became short of breath. Even if she could predict what would happen next, she was still nervous and shy, even if she never thought of handing herself over to Mo Er People other than those who come before me are very disturbed.

Putting the person on the bed, Wu Mochen got up and closed the door, pulled off the jade crown that tied his hair, his red hair was loose, his handsome face was a bit arrogant, the gleam in his red eyes faded, and the corners of his lips curled up, showing a refined look. Xianjun's temperament has changed drastically, a shallow and evil smile is like a ghost that charms the common people.

Along the way, the Prince of the Phoenix Clan took off his robes, his lean body, perfect muscle lines, and the aura of male hormones were fully activated, and the originally clear and alienated voice became hoarse and sensual.

"A Miao, it was you who promised me." The prince of the Huang Clan half knelt on the bed, locked the little man, his eyes were full of affection, "I haven't done it for a long time, I might lose control, A Miao, if the pain is unbearable, Just bite me."

Qing Miao knew that Mo'er had seen the things in the square box, even though his hands and feet trembled with fear, the little man still refused to look away, God knows how he mustered up all the courage in his life to send out such things.

Mo'er's red hair is flying in the blue and black pupils. Back then, when his soul disappeared from the Phoenix God Altar, he woke up from a dream, and his memory was still yesterday, but Mo'er was different. He clearly waited for 500 years.

500 years, Moer, my Moer.

Qing Miao raised her hand and caressed the face of the Prince of the Shanghuang Clan, her throat was choked up and she couldn't say a word, her eyes were crystal clear.

After stripping off the little man's clothes, he saw that the white and slender body was a little bit softer.

There was a faint light between the fingers, and he took out the small square box in the space ring, opened the box, the fragrance was tangy, the ointment made by A Miao himself, the familiar smell that came back from many midnight dreams, Wu Mochen's red eyes were like fire, he stretched out his fingers to dig A large group said, "A Miao, I love you."

...the river crab dividing line...

In the early morning of the next day, Wu Mochen took Wen Ge, Shui Jing, Han Hai and the coffin back to Fengsha City through the teleportation pattern.

Ning Miao slept until the sun was up, got up and found warm porridge in the pot, with a gentle smile in his eyes, finished the porridge in twos and twos, opened the door, and there was a big snowman standing at the door.

When the snowman saw Ning Miao, he jumped on the spot, and the snow fell from his body.

"Master Ning, welcome back!"

Ning Miao stood on tiptoe and patted the shoulder of the captain of her own bodyguard, "Beetle, do you miss me?"

The tall orc felt aggrieved, "Master Ning, the beetle thinks about it every day."

"Haha." The little clan witch let out a hearty laugh, "Huh? Breakthrough?"

The beetle raised its volume, almost shattering Ning Miao's eardrums.

"Report to Mr. Ning, the Creation Realm." The captain of the personal guard raised his chest and stood upright.

"Oh, good guy." Ning Miao casually sent a few top-quality wind element crystals, "reward."

The beetle cheerfully put away the Yuan Jing, and turned sideways to make way, "Lord Ning, Patriarch Yi is in the meeting hall, Dabao and Xiaobao are in Huling's house."

Speaking of which, the beetle is the first male orc of the winged tiger clan to be promoted to the realm of creation except Baiyi. It seems that Tiandu and his party did not take him with him. Ning Miao deduced that appropriate stimulation is necessary to break through the promotion.

The beetle's accompanying skills are very authentic, wind shield technique, elemental force control wind, and form a shield that can reach the weakened attack. This skill seems weak, but in fact it has many uses. It can be used as a meat shield to protect our output, and retreat can block the wind The rain propped up a clear sky, and Ning Miao hid behind the wind shield, no longer being attacked by the cold wind and snow, walked comfortably, and silently praised the captain of the personal guard.

After Bai Yi finished the meeting and dealt with the accumulated affairs in the city, he stepped out of the conference hall and entered the residential area from the wing soldier training camp. Roar: "Ning, get out of the way!"

The beetle pushed the wind shield to the limit without hesitation, lifted the arm of the clan witch and retreated violently.

for a moment.The world changes color.

The wind and snow didn't dare to howl down again, and only Yanhong remained in everyone's eyes.

A thin red line of fire shot directly at the little clan witch from mid-air.

The wind shield disintegrated in an instant, and the fire wire entangled Ning Miao's body. After retracting and shaking, Ning Miao had no time to utter half a word, and passed out on the spot.

Bai Yi's eyes were about to burst, and against the powerful pressure of the No-Mian Realm, he flapped the green wings behind his back and flew towards Ning Miao.

however.

Too late.

In the next second, Ning Miao was brought into the air. Behind him, the red phoenix in human form, about three meters tall like an iron tower, was covered in flames.

Everyone in Chiyue City heard the divine thoughts.

"Hmph, ants."

Bai Yi tightly pursed his lower lip, and stood proudly with clenched fists. Patriarch Yi Yan raised his head, and the figure of the little female bound by the line of fire was extremely dazzling.

Chihuang moved his finger, and the fire line shot out again, piercing the sacrificial altar and the teleportation pattern with one blow, the supreme god of the Northland, glanced at the city below indifferently, and dragged the small clan Wu Shi to leave.

Bai Yi knelt down on one knee, and in a fit of rage, he spat out a mouthful of blood. The half-orc thumped the ground fiercely, and the snow splashed everywhere. Scarlet Phoenix took Ning Miao away, but did not attack Chiyue City. It was not because of the mercy of the Phoenix God. However, he thinks that the small Chiyue City is not worthy of its own destruction, "Crimson Phoenix!"

Why? !How could Bai Yi not understand that the top priority of the Phoenix Temple must be to find Han Hai.

Wu Mochen didn't want to hurt Chiyue City, so he hurriedly led people away, but the majestic Chihuang showed his true face in human form just to take away a little female, and he was powerless to stop it, watching everything happen.

"Ahhh..." City Lord Chiyue raised his head to the sky and screamed, the blue wings behind him trembled, and the howls of dragons and tigers could be heard endlessly.

The wind and snow accumulated in Bai Yi's eyes, the green wings suddenly stretched out, and the half-orc spread its wings soaring into the sky, looking for the direction of Fengsha City, and disappeared in a flash.

The old Pingtou heard the news and rushed over, but he could only see a green dot that quickly disappeared into the sky.

Huhe was trying to appease the tribe, the tribe witch was captured, and no one of the Yiyan tribe could sit still. They took up arms one after another and asked for an expedition to Tiandu to rescue Lord Ning.

The old Pingtou burst out all the coercion of the Kongzhi Realm, and the voice from the yin side shook the four directions, "Calm down, how far is the sky, how to get there, do you know? If you want to send the deity to death, don't stop it, just think about it, Bai Chiyue City, which Yi and Little Shorty tried their best to defend, also has their children in the city."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, with hesitation in their eyes.

The old flathead was too lazy to do any more ideological work, and directly ordered: "Defend Chiyue City, and wait for the little dwarf to come back."