Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

The tone was like a playful child getting a curious plaything, that kind of stare at him nakedly, without any concealment.

This time, Nalan Zhenyue couldn't calm down even if she wanted to.

When the strength in her hand couldn't help but increase, her gaze spun, and the two of them changed their movements in an instant.

She is at the bottom and he is at the top. The bodies belonging to men and women are tightly pressed together without any gaps.

His long hair fell down, and the bright moonlight outside the window just poured in, reflecting his back.

The positions of the two of them were not right, looking from Nalan Zhenyue's side to his back, it was like a huge curtain, emitting a dazzling light, shining on him.

"I'll let you know if I can 'do it'." His enchanting smile and ambiguous gaze made the whole room burst into bubbles.

"Oh, is it?"

Her gaze was too deep, and although the expression on her face didn't show her true emotions, Nalan Zhenyue thought, in fact, she wished she could eat Mo Zifei alive!

In front of him, she was never comfortable.

Mo Zifei looked at her, and suddenly, his full lips fell down and covered them accurately.

It is gentle, like water, but when I feel Nalan Zhenyue's dislike, it suddenly deepens, like a storm is coming, sweeping all the sweetness.

She can't resist, she doesn't retreat, he is a violent storm, then she is a tornado with thunderous fury, the fierce battle of words turns into a storm on the tip of the tongue in an instant.

She is not easy to mess with!

Mo Zifei stopped suddenly, his lip was bitten, and blood flowed slowly.

On that snow-white skin, there was a touch of coquettishness.

She was smiling, vivid and bright, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

Grabbing Mo Zifei's skirt with his slender hands, he stared deeply at him, "No matter what your purpose is, I will not let you succeed."

"Little boy, it's too early to say that."

Nalan Zhenyue's eyes darkened.

You know that Mozi has no purpose.

Mo Zifei stroked her short hair, sinking in deeply, "In this world, there are many things that are true, but behind the truth are lies.

"What do you mean?"

"You will understand in the future. Before that, you have to grow up quickly. I am still waiting, waiting for that day." Mo Zi smiled, but all the ridicule and banter disappeared, and the only thing left was seriousness.

She didn't speak, he tidied up her clothes, smoothed her short hair with his fingers, and left a kiss between the eyebrows, his posture was noble and elegant, without the banter, he didn't look like a monster, but like that The king above the nine heavens.

Mo Zifei disappeared.

left.

Come and go without a trace.

Nalan Zhenyue was in a daze.

He didn't realize that his surroundings were full of aura because of Mo Zifei's arrival.

She was absorbing and transforming those abilities in her body, but her thoughts drifted away unknowingly.

The second day of the fifty-place contest.

The sky is getting brighter, and the soft sunlight is like gentle spring water, pouring down from the sky.

Two hundred contestants are standing on the field waiting for the draw.

This is today's task, to select one hundred of the two hundred contestants to enter the next round.

It seems simple, there is only one competition, and you win. Otherwise, those who can stand out from thousands of people are not easily knocked down.