After eating the candied haws, Mu Yao and Feng Ling went back.

They cultivators do not need to sleep every day.

So Feng Ling did not open another room, and the two of them sat in the same room, which made it easier for him to take better care of Mu Yao's situation.

Feng Ling handed Mu Yao the book he bought from the street, "If you are bored, just look at this."

Mu Yao reached out to take the conversation book and began to flip through and watch.

Seeing the above content, Mu Yao raised her thin eyebrows, and there was a flash of interest in her eyes.

Because this book tells the love story of the master and his disciple.

Mu Yao looked up at Feng Ling who was drinking tea sitting at the table.

Feng Ling probably didn't read the content when he selected books, so he bought a few of them, otherwise he wouldn't have handed her the book such a book.

Mu Yao's dark eyes were turning, and a cunning light flashed as his eyes roamed.

Mu Yao deliberately waited for Feng Ling to see him, pretending to look up at him.

Feng Ling felt that Mu Yao was always peeking at him, so she asked, "What's wrong? Do you have anything to tell your master?"

Mu Yao panicked and immediately put the words in her hand on her eyebrows and blinked in panic, her expression was panicked and helpless, mixed with some embarrassment and shame.

"No... nothing is wrong."

Feng Ling knew there was something wrong when she saw Mu Yao like this, but when she saw that Mu Yao didn't want to say it, he didn't ask any more questions.

Feng Ling glanced at the book in Mu Yao's hand, and a faint curiosity flashed through the dark ink pupils.

What exactly is in that book? Mu Yao always looked at him, and his expression was so strange.

After Mu Yao put the script together, she did not open it again. She put the script behind her and changed it to see another one.

Seeing Mu Yao like this, Feng Ling became more and more curious.

He poured himself a cup of spiritual tea, which was drinking tea on the surface, but in fact his spiritual consciousness had dissipated and fell into the book.

The pages of the book were swept by Feng Ling's spiritual consciousness, and the contents inside reached Feng Ling's mind.

At the beginning, it was normal. It was about a master teaching his disciple and helping his disciples practice, and he became more and more powerful.

But later, as the two of them spend time together, their relationship becomes distorted.

For Feng Ling, who has never liked others and has no Taoist couple, he felt a little strange when he looked at the description in the book.

But I can't tell what's strange about it.

He didn't react until he saw the storybook that he said the two kissed him.

Feng Ling was shocked and immediately withdrew his spiritual sense. He couldn't help but choke while drinking spiritual tea.

"Ahem..."

He finally knew why Mu Yao reacted so much and looked at him like that.

He bought this book for Mu Yao, and the more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he became.

Mu Yao listened to Feng Ling's cough and curled her lips. When she looked up at Feng Ling, there was a little more concern and worry on her face.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Ling suppressed his emotions and kept calm as much as possible, "Master is fine."

Feng Ling raised his hand and condensed his magic power. The next second, Mu Yao's words in his hand and the words on the bed fell in front of Feng Ling.

Feng Ling raised his hand and waved his hand to put away the words, and said seriously: "Don't read the words, you can rest for a while."

"Master, please go out first." After saying that, Feng Ling stood up and walked out.

"Oh, OK." Mu Yao responded.

Feng Ling walked out calmly. After leaving the room, the calmness on his face could no longer be held back.

He walked downstairs quickly.

Inside the house.

Listening to Feng Ling's uneasy footsteps, Mu Yao raised her eyebrows slightly and showed a smug smile on her face.

Mu Yao walked to the table in the room and sat down, looking at herself in the mirror.

Take out a box of lip grease from the storage bracelet, dip it gently with your fingertips, and apply it to your lips.

Mu Yao's light pink lips were painted with pink lips, which made her face look more whiter and rosy. Her red lips curled up, and there was a more charming atmosphere on her cold little face.

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After a while, Feng Ling, who had calmed down, returned to the room.

After Feng Ling entered the room, she saw that the room was empty and she did not see Mu Yao.

Just as Feng Ling was confused, a breath suddenly approached his side.

Feng Ling immediately turned around and was about to take action. Fortunately, before he took action, he saw Mu Yao's face and took back his moves in time.

As a result, the next second, Mu Yao suddenly threw out a bundle of fairy silk and tied up Feng Ling.

Feng Ling was stunned. He looked up at Mu Yao, and there was a little more shock in his pupils.

"Mu Yao, what are you doing?"

Mu Yao curled her lips and smiled, slowly walked to Feng Ling, raised her slender and soft hand and put it on Feng Ling's shoulders, then leaned over and leaned over to Feng Ling's face.

"Master, what am I going to do? Don't you know?"

Mu Yao's red lips moved slightly, and she breathed like orchids, and her soft voice was mixed with a hint of charm.

Faced with Mu Yao's sudden approach, Feng Ling's body froze instantly.

Just as he froze, Mu Yao suddenly kissed him.

The warm touch on the lips made Feng Ling's head go down.

After he realized it, he immediately broke away from the fairy silk on his body and raised his hand to push Mu Yao away.

Feng Ling's face turned cold, her sword eyebrows were folded, and there was anger between her eyebrows and eyes, "Mu Yao, what are you doing?"

"I am your master!"

Faced with Feng Ling's anger, Mu Yao was not afraid at all, but laughed even more happily.

Her every move was charming. When her black eyes turned, her eyes were circulating and her eyes were seductive.

"Master, are you angry? But I think..."

When he said this, Mu Yao suddenly teleported, teleported behind Feng Ling, put his hands on his shoulders, and whispered with red lips in his ear.

"Master, do you... like it very much?"

Feng Ling didn't expect Mu Yao to do this, so she was not prepared.

Feeling the warm breathing spreading in her ears, Feng Ling made her ears move, and immediately turned around and distanced from Mu Yao, and then tied Mu Yao with spells, making her unable to move.

Mu Yao struggled for a while, but gave up if she couldn't.

She looked up at Feng Ling in front of her, and her smile had not diminished. "Master, are you angry?"

"Why are you so easily angry?"

Feng Ling looked at the Mu Yao in front of him who made him feel strange, and immediately penetrated her spiritual sense into Mu Yao's sea of ​​consciousness, and found that her spiritual sense was even more chaotic.

It has been divided into three groups.

Seeing that Feng Ling didn't say anything, Mu Yao continued, "Master, you just gave me the script of the words. Didn't you just hope I do this?"

"Why are you not happy if I do what you think?"

"Don't you beg me a kiss?"

Listening to Mu Yao's bold words, Feng Ling's face changed again and again.

"The words just now were taken by the vendor for me, and I don't know what's in it."

"Huh? What's it like?" Mu Yao began to pretend to be stupid. Her eyes were curved and her eyebrows were covered with a pretty smile.
Chapter completed!