Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

Nalan Zhenyue was still thinking, at this moment, a figure leaped in from the window, with hair flying, and that extremely monstrous face appeared in her sight.

Nalan Zhenyue was startled, her brows twitched.

"Baby, do you miss me?"

Nalan Zhenyue rolled her eyes secretly, "Missing you..." After a pause, "No wonder!"

"Little darling, I know you like duplicity." Mo Zifei walked up to her, and twirled a lock of her short hair in his hands.

"If you don't leave the door, you like to climb the window?"

"I want to surprise you, can't I?"

"This is really a big surprise!" Nalan Zhenyue didn't care.

Mo Zifei laughed softly, bowed his head and breathed in her ear, exhaled an ambiguous breath, wrapped around her ear, and the atmosphere became charming.

"leave me alone!"

"Far enough."

"..."

Mo Zifei stretched out his hand suddenly, and hugged Nalan Zhenyue, and he was careful not to touch her wound.

When he hugged Nalan Zhenyue in his arms, Mo Zifei's kiss fell on her cheek, as if he was sniffing lightly, like a lazy wild cat, he said in a low and magnetic voice, " Every time I come to see you, I feel so embarrassed."

"No one welcomes you." Nalan Zhenyue turned her face away.

He smiled, his eyes twinkling, as bright as filled with broken diamonds.

"But I want to come."

"not welcome!"

"Little darling actually misses me a lot, doesn't she?"

"You are really shameless."

"Then should I be more shameless?" Mo Zifei leaned closer to Nalan Zhenyue, nose to nose, very close.

Nalan Zhenyue's cheeks suddenly turned red.

Mo Zifei smiled even more happily, "Little boy likes me too, right?"

"..." Nalan Zhenyue stopped talking.

The so-called shamelessness is a skill, and Mo Zifei has already mastered it.

The world is invincible.

He grabbed her chin with one hand, and pecked lightly on her lips, "If you want to be with me, little boy, you have to grow up, the emperor is far from enough, you are too weak. "

"Stop putting gold on your face!" Nalan Zhenyue was furious.

"You like it when I kiss you."

"Fuck!" Nalan Zhenyue really couldn't bear it anymore.

Mo Zifei's eyebrows and eyes curled up in a smile, "Sometimes the body is more honest than the mouth."

The more anxious Nalan Zhenyue jumped, the happier Mo Zifei was, and his hands began to be dishonest again. However, although Nalan Zhenyue hid the wound on her body, Mo Zifei just missed her. Wound.

Nalan Zhenyue became ruthless, and suddenly grabbed Mo Zifei's flailing hand, and bit him on the tiger's mouth.

"Are you a dog? You bit me in a competition just now, and now?"

"You are a dog, and your whole family is a dog." Let go of his hand, there are already clear teeth marks on it, and blood stains also emerged.

But within a few minutes, Mo Zifei's hand recovered, and all the bloodstains and tooth marks on it were gone.

Nalan Zhenyue was stunned for a moment, and then heard Mo Zifei slowly say: "Didn't I tell you? I am immortal. Regardless of whether the three realms of heaven and land collapse or be destroyed, or how seriously injured I have been, I won't disappear, I won't die."

What Mo Zifei said was calm, but Nalan Zhenyue was dumbfounded.