Chapter 490 The Ascetic Emperor God Pulled Down from the Altar 44
"Um?"
He thought it was his indifferent attitude that made her misunderstand.
I heard her speak anxiously.
"Jiaojiao, when Jiaojiao was in her dream, she blasphemed the Emperor God..."
Mu Qing was startled for a moment, and then she realized what she was worried about.
The thoughts in my heart are complicated.
She has a face as gorgeous as a peony, but her eyes are pure and clear.
Mu Qing felt that the thoughts in her heart were blasphemous to her.
But besides feeling sorry for her and wanting to pity her, I also wanted to coax her.
Mu Qing felt like she had a demon inside her.
The inner demons that arise only because of her.
"It doesn't matter, Jiaojiao also wants to go out."
"Yes, it's to wake up."
"Yes, it's to wake up. Jiaojiao did a great job."
Mu Qing's words comforted the little succubus and made her feel that she had not blasphemed the Emperor God. They were all doing this to wake up.
So when she fell asleep again at night, although the little succubus was still very shy, she no longer refused to do those things and would even take the initiative to sit on it.
Mu Qing: "..."
My original plan to keep a distance from her was shaken again.
He never knew that he was so weak-willed.
Mu Qing was feeling annoyed when she suddenly took a breath and pinched her slim waist hard.
The little succubus who was working hard to cause trouble stopped.
Seeing that he looked uncertain, the veins on his forehead were slightly bulging.
I thought I had done something wrong, so I hurriedly tried to stand up.
But as soon as she moved, Mu Qing's expression turned even more ugly, and he pushed her down.
The two of them groaned at the same time.
A soft voice sounded in my ears, and my breath brushed against my ears.
There was a voice in his mind, urging him to do something.
Mu Qing's eyes fell on her lips involuntarily, and his hands slowly slid down from her waist, resting on the extremely elastic soft material.
Then Mu Qing woke up again.
He was silent for a long time, and finally reached out his hand resignedly.
After a long time, he raised his hand and burned the handkerchief clean.
However, after that night, the little succubus never entered his dreams again.
But Mu Qing would always dream of her when he came back in the middle of the night.
Quite a little succubus.
Except for the first few days when she was too shy to look at him, as time passed and she stopped dreaming, she completely forgot about it.
Mu Qing: "..."
He looked at the little succubus faintly, with an unknown light shining in his eyes.
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At night, the little succubus finally fell asleep after not sleeping for a long time.
Wearing the gauze she wore when she fell asleep for the first time, she lay on the beauty's couch defenseless and fell asleep.
The gauze vaguely covered the graceful figure, but it did not completely cover it.
Mu Qing could clearly see the scenery that was not fully visible that time.
Especially the ups and downs of the mountain peaks on his chest, every move seemed to fall on his heart.
His Adam's apple rolled, his eyes darkened, and he was restrained and polite, neither stepping forward nor turning around, and just stood there.
Soon, the little succubus woke up from the heat.
However, she didn't realize her situation, but smiled sweetly when she saw Mu Qing.
"Emperor God."
But as soon as he moved, he immediately noticed something strange on his body, and hugged himself with a cry of surprise.
She was at a loss, her ears were red, and she curled up to cover herself.
Normally, Mu Qing would turn into a cloak to cover her up, but this time he didn't.
In Mu Qing's dream, the little succubus had no cultivation.
So if he didn't take out his cloak, the little succubus would have nothing to cover herself with.
She glanced at Mu Qing sheepishly, enduring her embarrassment.
"Emperor God, has Jiaojiao fallen into your dream again?"
"Um."
He responded lightly, and when he heard the word "Emperor God", he felt harsh and frowned.
