Even if Patriarch Mo's identity is exposed by then, he is still a member of the Mo family of Weiyang Palace and has nothing to do with Nangong Liuyun.
The night is as dark as ink.
A black figure left Nanshan and jumped down the mountain quickly.
Beichen Ying had already reported Dongfang Xuan's resting place earlier, so Patriarch Mo didn't waste a moment and headed directly towards Dongfang Xuan's location.
At this time, Dongfang Xuan was sitting on the soft couch with his eyes closed and concentrating. Li Yaoyao was sitting next to him, peeling a round grape with her fingernails painted with cardamom, and gently handed it to Dongfang Xuan's mouth.
Dongfang Xuan swallowed it happily and rubbed Li Yaoyao's head with his slender arms.
Li Yaoyao meekly leaned on his chest, her long straight black hair spread like seaweed, as seductive and charming as a night elf.
Dongfang Xuan looked a little distraught and felt a burning sensation in his heart.
He gently picked up Li Yaoyao's chin with his fingers, leaned over and kissed her.
Li Yaoyao was immediately shocked!
She subconsciously wanted to push Dongfang Xuan away, but Dongfang Xuan's strength was far beyond her comparison.
Let’s not talk about Li Yaoyao’s current loss of cultivation. Even if she had not lost her cultivation, Dongfang Xuan’s strength would not be something she could shake.
Dongfang Xuan's arms were like black iron. He lifted her chin with his right hand, wrapped his left hand around her waist, and ravaged her soft lips fiercely.
Li Yaoyao felt extremely disgusted, but no matter how she resisted, it was of no use.
No one can stop Dongfang Xuan from doing what he wants to do.
Dongfang Xuan regarded Li Yaoyao's resistance as a shy refusal, because he was very confident in himself, and he was confident that Li Yaoyao's closeness to him was true.
"Yao Yao, give it to me." Dongfang Xuan looked confused and murmured.
"No, don't!" Li Yaoyao really wanted to run away.
But the more she resisted and twisted around, the more Dongfang Xuan's enthusiasm increased. Finally, Dongfang Xuan's eyes flashed with scarlet, and he smiled ferociously.
I saw his men exerting their strength.
Only a crisp popping sound was heard.
Then there was Li Yaoyao's terrified scream.
Because Li Yaoyao discovered that her plain white dress had been torn into pieces by Dongfang Xuan, most of them fell to the ground, and a few were hanging on her body, making her exquisite and beautiful figure looming.
There are not many clothes to wear in this season. Apart from a plain white dress, Li Yaoyao only has a thin bellyband and trousers.
Now the plain white dress was torn into pieces, so the crimson bellyband appeared in Dongfang Xuan's eyes.
Li Yaoyao subconsciously covered her chest, but how could her movements be faster than Dongfang Xuan's sight?
Dongfang Xuan's blurred eyes became darker and darker, and he smiled slyly at Li Yaoyao.
"No, don't!" Li Yaoyao was horrified.
She knew what would happen if she didn't resist, so she subconsciously turned around and wanted to run.
But before she ran a few steps, Dongfang Xuan's fingers moved slightly, and he grabbed the rag hanging on Li Yaoyao's body.
He then picked it up, and Li Yaoyao automatically turned and spun back into his arms.
Li Yaoyao felt as cold as falling into an ice cellar, and she felt unspeakable sadness and fear in her heart.
No, no, she can't, she doesn't love her senior brother at all, how can she commit herself to him? It's okay to act for fun, but it's really not okay!
Li Yaoyao had tears in her eyes and shook her head desperately.