The male protagonist is always so crooked when he is cute

Mo Nanke followed Shen Huai'an back, and as he walked, he secretly guessed the origin of this group of people in his heart.The timing of everything that happened was so strange that it had to be thought that someone deliberately arranged it.

After carefully recalling in his mind the appearance of Mo Zhunan, who had a similar face to his little apprentice but claimed to have the same origin as himself, Mo Nanke suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His movement was a bit abrupt, but it didn't disturb the other two.Because Shen Huaian was always watching Mo Nanke's movements, and Xue Bohong never left Mo Nanke's eyes.Because Mo Nanke stopped, all three of them stopped.

"Master, are you tired? Huai'an will help you go back?" He gave Xue Bohong a cold look to signal her to back down. Although Shen Huai'an said to go back this time, he stretched out an arm to catch Mo Nanke's thin waist , hugged him and walked towards a pavilion in the magic palace.

It was a gazebo hidden behind an ancient tree. The four corners of the pavilion turned upwards, and thin silk satin hung down from the pavilion.There is no incense in the entire pavilion, but there is a faint fragrance different from the fragrance of flowers and plants.Mo Nanke didn't know that such a pavilion, which was so common in the magic palace, was carved out of a whole piece of gloomy wood.The scent of the gloomy wood is as light as sinking water, but it is long and long. It is a rare treasure, but when it comes to Shen Huai'an, it is just a place for Master to rest temporarily.

Mo Nanke didn't have to stand up in front of Shen Huai'an.They tossed and tossed all night last night, and later Mo Nanke fought with others. Although he was not very tired, he still wanted to sit down.

#The otaku who is full of combat power is still an otaku, who can sit on a cliff and not stand. #

Mo Nanke was helped by Shen Huaian to sit on the soft cushion, and soon a girl with low eyebrows and pleasing demons placed melons and fruit refreshments on the stone table.Mo Nan Kefei was made of flesh and blood, so he didn't need to eat at all, and Shen Huai'an didn't even need to.But appetite is a pursuit that Mo Nanke can't give up, as can be seen from the fact that if it wasn't for retreat, there would never be a day's smoke in the mansion of Patriarch Qingxiao.

It is already a severe winter covered with snow, and the north of Cangshan Mountain is also known for its bitter cold.But the melons and fruits here in Shen Huaian are very fresh.Mo Nanke had nothing to do, holding a bright red pomegranate in his hand and peeling it.

The weather in Cangshan is cold, but the land is unexpectedly fertile.Vegetables and fruits ripened by Si Nong's warlocks among the demons are not inferior to those grown in the land for many years.The demons have been entrenched in Cangshan Mountain for many years, and from unwillingness to self-entertainment, it can be regarded as a benign development.

Mo Nanke's hands were more delicate and smooth than those holding the sword back then. When his white wrists were twisted, the pomegranate was twisted into two petals.A few drops of juice from the unusually juicy pomegranate splashed on the back of Mo Nanke's hand, gathered into another drop, and finally sank into his wide sleeve along his graceful and powerful wrist.

Shen Huaian stared at Mo Nanke's movement of peeling the pomegranate, and suddenly his eyes darkened.Unconsciously, he stretched out his hand towards Mo Nanke, and finally touched the slippery skin that was exposed as his sleeve slipped off.

"Master's hands are dirty, Huai'an will clean them up for you." Shen Huai'an's voice was low and obviously tempting.

He seems to be a demon who has practiced for thousands of years, blatantly seductive and sinking.

Unreservedly letting Mo Nanke stare at the turbulent waves in his eyes, Shen Huaian took Mo Nanke's wrist and approached his lips inch by inch.

A restrained kiss landed on the inside of Mo Nanke's wrist cautiously. His dry and soft lips touched the most sensitive skin of his wrist. Mo Nanke paused, but did not speak.

This kind of silence undoubtedly gave Shen Huai'an great encouragement.He stretched out the tip of his pink tongue even more vigorously, chasing the trace on Mo Nanke's wrist.The sweetness of the pomegranate and the softness of the skin under the tip of the tongue made Shen Huai'an's breathing a little rough.

Mo Nanke trembled all over, turned his wrist over, and escaped from the wet touch that followed him everywhere.He raised his hand and patted the top of Shen Huai'an's head, and stroked it a few times like soothing a large dog. Mo Nanke said softly, "Stop making trouble."

Using the dangling sleeves to block the strange touch, Mo Nanke quickly peeled off the pomegranate seeds one by one and put them in a palm-sized crystal bowl. In the cold winter, the bright color looks very appetizing.

Twirling a few beads and stuffing them into Shen Huai'an's mouth, Mo Nanke asked just now: "Huai'an, is it okay to just give that bead to that person?" , but if it fell into the hands of others, Mo Nanke was always uneasy.

Reluctantly taking advantage of the opportunity of being fed, Shen Huaian sucked Mo Nanke's fingers, and Shen Huaian slid the tip of his tongue across Mo Nanke's fingertips with some grains, making him feel a rush of hot air rushing to the top of his head.Shen Huai'an's fangs, born after the awakening of his blood, gently scratched Mo Nanke's fingertips, and he refused to let go for a long time.

It's really... If you don't die, you won't die.

Not knowing what adjective to use to describe the rogue apprentice, Mo Nanke could only pull out his finger in the end, and said with some seriousness: "Hurry up."

Seeing that the master was really in a hurry, Shen Huai'an had no choice but to restrain the charming atmosphere he had deliberately created just now, and politely sent the pomegranate seeds peeled by Mo Nanke to Mo Nanke's lips, before he said slowly: "Does the master think that Huai'an is doing too much?"

The pomegranate is very sweet, when the tip of the tongue is gently rolled, the sweet juice burst between Mo Nanke's lips and teeth. He lowered his eyes and ate the pomegranate quietly. He didn't talk to him, but there was an answer in the blink of an eye. .He really felt that his apprentice was doing too much. To put it bluntly, his brain circuit was abnormal.

——Mo Nanke himself is not a soft-hearted person. Under the constraints of morality and law, he once suppressed his opponents and fought decisively in the mall to survive. experience.And when he came to this place, he respected his strength. Although he never killed innocent people indiscriminately, he was not shameless.

Mo Zhunan came in a menacing manner, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't seem to have good intentions, and there were many strange things about him, no matter how he looked at it, he should not be kept.Mo Nanke didn't believe that his apprentice would show mercy to this person who appeared out of nowhere because of the fusion effort.

After all, he knew a little about the wolf cubs he raised himself.He let Mo Zhunan go today, he must have a plan.

Shen Huaian sat beside Mo Nanke, leaned his head lightly on Mo Nanke's shoulder, and played with a lock of his hair.Mo Nanke didn't rush him either, but just ate the pomegranate by himself, occasionally stuffing a few pomegranates into his mouth.After a while, the pomegranate the size of a grown man's fist was left with only the outer skin.

The tea was already cold, and although the excellent Fuchun Witch Hazel was cold, the fragrance and sweetness did not fade away.Shen Huai'an took the fairy tea that ordinary monks used to increase their cultivation, and used it to wash away the stickiness on Mo Nanke's fingertips without mercy.After wiping away the traces of tea with a light, soft and absorbent brocade handkerchief, Shen Huai'an just said: "Master, Huai'an is different now."

It is indeed different from the past, whether it is cultivation or state of mind.

"To be honest, if Huai'an hadn't awakened the blood of the demon race, then Huai'an's current cultivation base should have risen enough." Shen Huai'an had a normal expression when he said this, without any pride, just stating a fact.

Mo Nanke thought for a moment, and immediately understood the meaning of Shen Huai'an's words.Now, Shen Huai'an's cultivation base is enough to ascend, but he has not ascended.It is of course his own intention to stay here, but if it is true, I am afraid that he has already reached the height of the so-called "immortal".

Now that he has reached this state, it is naturally different from the past.

Sure enough, Shen Huai'an continued: "Master, I seem to have been able to get in touch with the rules of heaven and earth these years, and I can have some influence on it. I feel that something may be staring at us." Shen Huai'an did not What he told Mo Nanke was that that "thing" had been staring at his master for a long time, but it started to hinder him after he started to reshape his master's body and set up a spiritual circle.

Mo Nanke pursed his lips, and said to Shen Huai'an, "You mean, this thing is related to Mo Zhunan?"

Shen Huaian nodded, "He has a trace of that kind of aura on him, although it is faint, but it can never be concealed." If Shen Huaian hadn't regarded the black hand hiding in the dark as a thorn in his flesh all these years, he would not have been able to detect it immediately.

Smiling at Mo Nanke, Shen Huaian relaxed his back and buried himself in Mo Nanke's arms.Breathing the bitter fragrance in his nose, he suppressed Shen Huai'an's deep hatred in his eyes.Buried in Mo Nanke's arms, Shen Huai'an said in a low voice: "This man has gone to great lengths to beg for the remains, and if he can't do anything, he will have to bleed to confess his relatives. Huai'an can be sure that his next move will require Master's cooperation." No."

It's a pity that what Mo Zhunan worked so hard to get in his hands was no longer Mo Nanke's brainchild.

Gently untying Shen Huaian's long hair that was tightly tied in the crown, Mo Nanke comforted his scalp that had been tense all day.Probably understood what his apprentice was thinking, and felt that his apprentice's self-satisfied look was really cute, Mo Nanke chuckled and said, "I'm afraid you have tampered with that blood bead?"

It is definitely not in line with Shen Huai'an's character to just let the opponent fetch water from a bamboo basket in vain. Mo Nanke predicted that he must have a second move.

Perhaps comforted by Mo Nanke's fingers, Shen Huaian rested his chin on Mo Nanke's shoulder, and let out a low, animal-like hum from his throat.The soft, waxy and white earlobe was only a short distance away from his lips, Shen Huaian moved closer as if bewitched, and pressed Mo Nanke's earlobe with dry and soft lips.

First, he pressed gently between his lips, and after the master's earlobe was warmed by his own temperature, Shen Huai'an began to stick out the tip of his tongue to tease repeatedly.

Mo Nanke naturally felt the strangeness in his earlobe, and Fang was about to struggle, but he heard Shen Huai'an say in his ear: "I made a search in that cup, and I have released a search butterfly to follow, what does Fang do? Everyone can know."

Speaking of tracking, Mo Nanke really stopped struggling.

Tracking is the secret medicine of the demon race, and for monks, it is something that only exists in the classics.Once contaminated with tracking, no matter where the person is or what form he exists in, he can use the specially cultivated tracking butterflies to find him.

Shen Huai'an controlled the formula of tracing in his hands, but what was on and off the cup was just a simplified version.If the true tracing is used to the extreme, even the form of the person's soul will be found.And the simple version can also find the trace of that person, but the premise is that the person has a physical body.

It is not easy to make a complete tracer, and it is even more difficult to raise a tracer butterfly. Shen Huai'an has only made a pair over the years, so naturally it cannot be wasted on others.

Looking past Mo Nanke's forehead ornament that he personally put on, Shen Huai'an bent his eyes in satisfaction.Once the trace is stained, it will leave traces on the soul, and he will always be found by him one day.

Losing once was enough, he couldn't bear the second time at all.

At this moment, Lou Biehen's panting voice came from a distance, different from Shen Yuan's pretending to be nervous before, this time he was really anxious.

He was holding two people in his hands, both of them had some injuries, but they looked clear and not too serious.Mo Nanke didn't care much about Lou Biehen's yelling at first, but when he saw the two people in Lou Biehen's hands clearly, his eyes widened instantly, and he walked up to Lou Biehen in three steps at a time.

Because, what Lou Biehen is holding in his hand is indeed his, an old friend.