Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

She went to undress him, but Mo Zifei suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Ok?"

Mozi didn't speak, but looked at Nalan Zhenyue deeply, and said after a while: "This is not suitable..."

Before Nalan Zhenyue could react, the surrounding environment changed.

is an independent space.

Mo Zifei created an independent space.

Long hair fluttering, half-faded clothes, bare shoulders, delicate and smooth skin.

The two embraced tightly, his kisses flowed down her neck, the clothes were faded to her waist, and it was her smooth and fair back.

I don’t know when you will be able to accompany me completely. I don’t know if it will be one year, two years, or three years, so I want a child who looks like your child...

I've never longed for a person so much.

Desiring to be together, longing for companionship, but that is not short-lived, what is needed is forever.

Xiao Zhenyue and Mo Zifei had disappeared.

The fat man has searched up and down the inn several times, but he is definitely not in the inn anymore!

Fortunately, Mozi brought Nalan Zhenyue into the independent space, otherwise these light bulbs would add up to an unknown number of watts!

With her long hair spread out, she leaned into his arms, embracing his waist, and then suddenly said after a long while: "Do you think you will be pregnant?"

Mo Zifei was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "Is that all you want?"

"Uh, don't you want to?"

Mo Zifei didn't speak immediately, but hugged her tightly, resting his chin on her head, and said slowly, "Aren't you afraid of luck and suffering?"

"Lucky what?"

"It's just the beginning. If you have children, the road ahead will be even more difficult..."

"It's okay, isn't it more interesting to take the children to the rivers and lakes?"

Mo Zifei chuckled, "What's in your head?"

Nalan Zhenyue looked up at him, took a sip on his chin, "Isn't there still you? Her eyes rolled and she suddenly smiled more happily, "It's best to be a son. "

"Why not a daughter?"

Nalan Zhenyue got up and looked at Mo Zifei face to face, "What a wonderful son, he will look like a miniature version of Mo Zifei, won't he?"

Mo Zifei rubbed her hair, "I think it's better if it's a daughter, it looks like you that way."

Nalan Zhenyue narrowed her eyes slightly and moved closer, "It's no use talking about it, it mainly depends on you..." She smiled a little cunningly.

The lips gently moved to the corner of his mouth, only to realize it suddenly, and said in surprise, "Why is your face so pale?"

Mo Zifei was taken aback for a moment and then recovered immediately, "Does white skin mean paleness?"

Nalan Zhenyue raised her eyebrows, "No way, why do I feel so pale?"

"Are you questioning me?"

"I didn't say that, but... Mo Zifei, you can't do it just once, can you?"

"..."

"..."

Nalan Zhenyue laughed loudly, "I'm kidding you, don't worry, don't worry, I know that the dignity of a man cannot be questioned, you are so good, you won't be angry with me, right? Huh? Angry? "

The two had a quarrel, and at the end of the quarrel, she was on top and he was on the bottom, she smiled and said, "Or let me be on top once? OK?"

"Ok?"