Playful Concubine: Black-bellied Devil Emperor, be tough!

Chapter 2877 He Can't Do It
He was self-deceiving in his heart, neglected some details, and was destined to be played around by the woman in front of him, just like how many years ago, he concealed everything for her.

Mo Wan'er never imagined that her trusted subordinates and maids were one of the reasons for her failure.

"Then Brother Xun, let's go, I will cook by myself today, didn't you say not long ago that I want to eat emerald glazed shrimp..."

Coaxed by her sweet words, Mo Xun, who couldn't find Bei, smiled and left with Mo Lan.

Tweeting him to cook in person means that he is different to her, after all, they are all like that.

Thinking of this, his heart became more and more joyful, and a smile gradually bloomed on his face.

In an elegantly decorated room, there are four dishes and one soup on the table in the room. They are not precious delicacies, but home-cooked dishes.

"Brother Xun, I offer you a toast." Mo Lan smiled and poured two glasses of wine, holding one in her hand, and brought the other to Mo Xun who was opposite.

When he was about to take the cup, Mo Lan took it back, "Brother Xun, let me feed you..."

The body that was getting closer was fascinated by the faint scent of incense. He was familiar with this smell, and it was a type of incense she liked to use.

Mo Xun drank the glass of wine with her hand, and he swallowed subconsciously with a feeling of burning his throat.

Mo Lan could see his change, then poured the wine into his mouth, held his head and pouted to stick it on it.

Mo Xun's eyes widened, but the hand that was about to push away just stopped as if it was controlled.

The aroma of wine permeated his lips and teeth, and the unique taste of his own woman, Mo Xun's forbearing emotions also broke out at this moment.

He responded to Mo Lan, stretching out his arms to hug her, the two of them fell on the bed, the clouds rolled over, and the room was hot.

"Lan'er, will you be too wronged if you follow me like this?" Mo Xun held her in his arms with a look of satisfaction and doting.

This woman belongs to me, it feels good, but in the Xianyao tribe, if he wants to become the husband of the saint, he must be unable to do it alone.

Mo Lan stretched out her hand, and her fingers danced on his smooth chest like naughty elves.

"Don't feel wronged, brother Xun has done so much for me, I can become a saint, you have a lot to do, but..." She didn't continue to speak.

"Just what?" Mo Xun frowned slightly, thinking that she was looking for him today, not just to eat or want him.

Mo Lan sighed, "Brother Wen, you know about the return of the Holy Son, right? I don't want to follow the rules of my predecessors."

Since the existence of the Xianyao tribe, the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden were destined to be together, and it was Mo Ya'er who broke this rule tens of thousands of years ago.

Now, the Xianyao Clan is once again under the control of the God Realm, and the Holy Son has also been found. Today, when she heard the words of the Great Elder, she felt that he wanted to curry favor with the Holy Son's lineage.

Already independent, she doesn't want to cling to men to live, at least not like the Xianyao tribe.

Mo Xun felt a pain in his heart, "Lan'er, I won't let you marry someone else, you will always be my woman."

Mo Lan was not happy when she heard this, "Brother Xun, Lan'er told you before that I am a bad woman, not worthy of your sacrifices, I will say goodbye to you today, and you will be well in the future, don't worry about it me."

As she spoke, she closed her eyes fiercely, then got up, and slowly put on the clothes, with bruise marks on her body, one could imagine how fierce the two of them were just now.

Mo Xun pulled her hand out, "Lan'er, what do you want to say to me?"

(End of this chapter)