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Chapter 453 The Ascetic Emperor God who was pulled down from the altar 7

However, that night, Mu Qing fell asleep again.

It was still dark gray everywhere.

The little succubus is here too.

She seemed to be asleep, breathing long and steady.

It's just that this time she wore less than last time, and the gauze was vaguely visible.

Mu Qing lowered her eyes, waved her sleeves, and the white cloak slowly fell on her body.

He didn't wake anyone up, but walked around.

When he came back, the little succubus also woke up.

She looked around blankly, as if she didn't know where she was. After seeing him, a happy smile broke out on her face.

"Where is this?"

Mu Qing's steps were a pause.

"May I ask who the young master is?"

Mu Qing couldn't help but look her over.

Her eyes were clear with a hint of confusion, but more importantly, she was uneasy about the unfamiliar environment.

Mu Qing pursed her lips: "I don't know."

"oh."

She again did not ask, but shyly covered her cloak.

Mu Qing couldn't help but think of the exquisite and full curves he saw not long ago.

He tilted his head and looked away.

Then I heard a rustling sound.

The little succubus stood up and walked forward, looking around.

Mu Qing was afraid that something would happen if she wandered around, so he quickly shouted to stop her.

"Don't wander around. I don't know if this place is dangerous."

But I had doubts in my heart.

With his level of cultivation, no one can pull him into another void, and everything here is under his control, so it must be his dream.

But since it was his dream, why couldn't he control the end of the dream?

He couldn't figure it out.

The little succubus was also very well-behaved. After hearing his words, she stopped wandering around and walked to him.

But she was only wearing a cloak, and the tulle on her body was not changed. As she walked, the cloak spread out, occasionally revealing a little spring light, which dazzled Mu Qing's eyes.

However, the little succubus didn't know it and got close to him in fear because of his words.

Mu Qing narrowed her eyes and distanced herself from her.

But within a moment, she came over again.

"Master, do you know how to get out?"

There is a hint of fragrance on her body, which is light but not greasy, and you can't forget it after smelling it.

He distanced himself a little further.

"I don't know."

"Oh, then shall we wait here?"

Mu Qing then looked at her again.

"You don't remember what happened before?"

"What's up?"

There was confusion in her eyes, and it didn't look like she was faking it.

But Mu Qing did not give up, but said: "You have been here once before."

"Ah? Really? Then how did we get out?"

Mu Qing just had a meal.

He was able to wake up at that time because she fell and fell on him, and he...

His eyes couldn't help but fall on her breasts.

Moved away quickly.

——He was really stunned. It was just an accident at the time.

But, was that really an accident?

She is a succubus, and Mu Qing has to doubt her.

But there's still something I can't figure out.

The little succubus is also very well-behaved. She told her not to run around, but she really didn't run around.

She sat down on the spot, held her cheek and began to be in a daze.

Mu Qing also sat down and began to meditate.

After a while, he smelled a scent.

"Can I sit next to you? I'm afraid of being alone."

The little succubus moved over and sat down next to him.

Mu Qing glanced at her, then closed her eyes and continued to meditate.

"Why do you think it's so dark here?"

"Why is it just you and me here?"

"Just now you said we had been here before, so how did we get out in the end?"

She kept chattering to herself, but Mu Qing didn't pay any attention to her.

Probably out of boredom, she quickly stopped talking.

The environment immediately fell into silence.

When she stopped talking, Mu Qing felt something was wrong.

He raised his eyes and glanced at her, and saw that she was imitating his example and pretending to be meditating.

The posture is nondescript, and the butt seems to be pierced with thorns, and it squirms from time to time.

Mu Qing: "..."


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