This time Huang Beiyue was prepared in advance and raised her hand to block it: "Men and women are not allowed to kiss each other!"
"Ouch~" The little tiger turned into a red-gold holy tiger in the blink of an eye. His huge body was still shy and he ducked into Huang Beiyue's arms, rubbing her chin and acting coquettishly.
"It doesn't matter now~ Am I cute, Master?"
This guy……
Huang Beiyue couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.
"Go away, go away! Such a big man is acting like a spoiled brat!"
"What does it matter? Anyway, the only one who can act coquettishly to you is me, so just make do with it~"
I wonder if the Ice Spirit Phantom Bird who heard this in the spirit beast space would gnash his teeth in hatred towards Xiaohu?
Brat, I'll deal with you when you come back! I'll tell you to show off! I'll tell you to show off!
Listening to the laughter and laughter coming from inside, Mo Lian slowly leaned against the wall outside the door.
The world inside was something he longed for but was incompatible with.
Why is he an ominous person? Why will he hurt her whenever he gets close?
This is unfair.
He was standing on the second floor of the inn, when suddenly a gust of wind blew over him. He raised his head and saw a familiar figure standing in the crowd on the street in front of him, smiling coldly at him.
Mo Lian's eyes condensed, a cold light flashed past, her figure flashed, and she rushed towards the crowd.
However, the figure only stayed in the crowd for a moment, and disappeared in the next second.
Mo Lian's perception ability has always been strong, and without hesitation, she quickly flew towards the outside of the city.
It was empty outside the city, and Mo Lian could see the man standing by the river in front of him. He was wearing golden robes and his back was sacred and solemn, like an inviolable god.
But only he knows that within that holy appearance, the heart is more evil than the devil!
The moment she saw that figure, Mo Lian no longer hesitated, and black lightning flashed in her hand.
But the man slowly turned around, put his hands behind his back, and smiled faintly at him, "Che'er, I'm not happy to see you like this."
The young man pursed his lips and said nothing, but the murderous aura in his body was getting stronger and stronger!
As he approached, Song Mi's eyes gradually darkened, and the faint golden light in his eyes flashed silently. Mo Lian suddenly frowned, and the Wuji Heavenly Lock on his back suddenly tightened, disturbing his internal organs.
Broken!
However, even so, the murderous aura in him has not diminished at all!
Secretary Song shook his head and said: "If you kill me, you will never know why people who are close to you are hurt."
In this case, Mo Lian was obviously more controllable than the huge pain. He hesitated and stopped not far in front of Song Mi.
Secretary Song smiled with satisfaction. Mo Lian was his child, so he knew exactly what to do to best control him.
"Why?" Mo Lian asked stiffly.
The person in front of him made him unable to calm down. When he was young, the Holy Lord taught him personally. Although he was cruel, everyone envied him. He also felt that this was the Holy Lord's special favor.
Until he knew that the Holy King was his father.
He didn't understand at first and was confused. He ran to the market and heard the conversations of ordinary people's fathers. When he got along with them, everything was different.
Why did his father think he was a beast? He was trained just because of his mysterious power, which allowed the Holy Lord to do whatever he wanted.
From his eyes, it was easy to see hatred and resentment. These two bright eyes were much brighter than Song Mi imagined.
