"Mo Han, Mo Han, save me!"

She tried her best to call out the name hidden in her heart.

"Mu Rao, don't be afraid, I'm by your side~"

The dark world disappeared like quicksand. In the moonlight, a handsome face and slender palms were leisurely stretched out in front of Ling Mulao.

She held his hand, her warm palm, and followed his pace, running desperately.

"Mu Rao, I love you~"

"Mohan?"

Ling Mulao looked up at those gentle eyes, and the suppressed affection in her heart could no longer be suppressed.

"Mu Rao, as long as you bring back the spirit stone, I will take you to the ends of the earth~"

Before he finished speaking, the gentle and elegant face turned ferocious, the warm hands became extremely cold, and Ling Mulao was pushed down into the bottomless abyss as soon as his feet were empty.

"No~"

Ling Mulao woke up suddenly and opened his eyes wide.

Purple sand bed tent, light blue curtain, the room is filled with the fragrance of flowers and medicine, but it is fresh and fragrant.

If he is not dead, where is he?

"Gone?"

There was a cold voice, and there was a faint hot breath in the chest.

Ling Mulao looked down subconsciously, and saw that her black hair fell down on her chest, her tall nose, and her thin lips almost touching her bulging plumpness.

If you look closely, you will see that her clothes are already open, and the red bellyband can barely cover up the charm of those two peaks.

"abnormal!"

Ling Mulao was so angry that he slapped him in the face, but the man grabbed his hand and made him unable to move.

"If your life is at stake, feel free to move!"

His indifferent tone and cold expression showed no trace of embarrassment about peeking at someone else's body.

"Nangong Yi?"

The stunning face in front of her made Ling Mulao murmur in disbelief.

In the forest, because it was pitch dark, she only noticed that this man was tall and had great martial arts skills.

I thought that such a person would be like an NBA star player, with superb skills, but his appearance was another matter.

However, this person is clearly a monster.

The delicate facial features are like sculptures, the deep eyes are soft and strong, fresh and handsome with a touch of indifference, and a touch of melancholy in the indifference.

She is wearing a turquoise blue robe, her long black hair is slightly tied up, her posture is graceful and elegant, and she is as noble as an immortal, making people unable to take their eyes away.

"Does your chest stop hurting?"

Nangong Yi asked calmly, seemingly not caring about Ling Mulao's bold direct gaze, and his eyes fell on her chest indifferently.

"Uh~"

Only then did Ling Mulao remember the scenery on her chest, and hurriedly pulled her clothes to cover it, but accidentally touched the wound. A sudden pain caused a few beads of cold sweat to break out on her forehead, but she did not scream out.

"Have you seen enough? Don't you know whether men and women can have sex or not?"

Seeing Nangong Yi still staring at his chest, Ling Mulao bit his lip and said viciously.

"Sorry~"

After being drunk like this, Nangong Yi came back to his senses and looked away in confusion.

There was obviously a mark that looked like fire and flowers, but why did it suddenly disappear? Could it be that I saw it wrong?

"Who are you?"

Ling Mulao rolled his eyes and looked at the gorgeous furnishings in the room.

"Nangong Yi, didn't you just call me by my first name?"

Nangong Yi replied coldly.

"I'm not asking about your name, but~" Ling Mulao was a little at a loss for words, "Who are you and your identity?"

"You don't know who Nangong Yi is?"
Chapter completed!