It was said that Huang Mao was good, but it became the fairy's white moonlight

Chapter 271 Little devil, you dare to write five-stroke characters

Before Murong Ying could figure it out, Lei Mu's voice suddenly rose several times:

"Warning, Murong Ying, I came to you today just to tell you one thing - don't go to the master again.

The master has paid so much for you, so it’s okay if you don’t appreciate it.

But you must not let down the master's heart. He will deal with Le Wuyou and the Wuyou sect, so just be your Acacia Saint! "

He came to warn himself, "Don't get close to Han Mo in the future." This seemed to be the real purpose of this wooden puppet to stop Murong Ying.

But until Lei Mu dropped those words and drifted away, Murong Ying still didn't understand why the other party did this.

Is Han Mo deliberately getting close to Le Wuyou and pretending to be distant from me?

In order to prevent my aunt from imposing orders on me to do things I don’t like?

What does it mean?
Murong Ying naturally couldn't figure it out, but because of Lei Mu's obstruction, she couldn't continue to look for Han Mo and could only return to her room in frustration.

"Ying'er, although it is a bit abrupt, this is the latest order from the sect, and it is also what your master meant.

It turned out that... Han Mo deliberately got close to Le Wuyou because he was worried that the sect would force him to carry out this order and do what she hated most, charming men.

Early morning hours.

Then he rolled to the side, half hugged the enchantress's delicate body, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

While Murong Ying was surprised, she almost instantly figured out all the previous doubts and why Han Mo's behavior yesterday seemed so weird.

Han Mo let out a long breath, twisted his slightly sore waist, and pulled it out of a certain witch.

It turned out that what Han Mo did yesterday was always thinking about her.

She just stood there in a daze, and didn't come back to her senses for a long time...

This was an unusually ambiguous and comfortable feeling, as well as an unprecedented sense of happiness that she had never experienced before.

She just sat there with her eyes closed and meditated for a whole night with doubts. It was not until dawn, when she saw her aunt, that she finally understood.

"Because you are familiar with Han Mo, the sect thinks this is a great advantage, so you must take the worry-free step first and capture Han Mo. In this way, the devil is in the hands of our sect, and in the future our sect can..."

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Passing on the decree of the great elder of the sect, Saint Murong Ying listened to the order: Han Mo is the natural devil in the prophecy. No matter what price you pay, even if it is charm or even seduction, you must do everything possible to win him over to our Hehuan Sect. ! "

This may be done to make the sect think that he has been won over by the Wuyou Sect and give up completely.

boom--!
As soon as these words came out, it was as if the fog shrouding my mind was quickly lifted away.

Master Meiyan continued to convey the sect's orders, but Murong Ying could not listen to a word.

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Han Mo, he...

He had no choice but to work hard until now, and finally he could rest. Naturally, he wanted to take a breath.

After thinking about all this, Murong Ying felt a warm current welling up in her heart for no apparent reason, and it instantly flowed all over her body.

It turns out...this is what the so-called order imposed on me by my aunt was!
It turns out... Le Wuyou's previous initiative was because the Wuyou faction had the same idea and sent Le Wuyou to win over Han Mo. As a last resort, Han Mo gave in to him.

The reason why it became almost a sleepless night was because of the witch's constant demands... Well, the witch's symptoms of obsession have not been relieved for a long time.

Although the witch's symptoms were slightly relieved through sweating.

But only for a moment, Han Mo carefully sensed the state of the witch and found that he still needed to continue.

So...

At midnight, Han Mo said to himself: "After this, go to rest early, hey, don't add..."

At one o'clock in the morning, Han Mo persuaded himself: "This is the last time, I must go to rest, wait... wait!"

At two o'clock in the morning, Han Mo pressed Le Wuyou under him: "This is really the last time. Hey, don't call daddy and use your feet at the same time..." At three o'clock in the morning, he also said the same thing.

Four o'clock, five o'clock... Until now, Han Mo still hasn't rested.

Fortunately, it was already dawn, maybe the temperature had risen after daytime, or maybe the two of them had finally shed the sweat after their hard work.

All in all, Le Wuyou's situation is much better.

Han Mo once again had a bunch of teeth marks and several bite wounds on his body.

Of course, Le Wuyou is not much better.

At this moment, Le Wuyou's body was limp and weak, as if he didn't even want to move a finger. He leaned his head on Han Mo's shoulder, his beautiful face was dizzy, his expression was a little confused and satisfied, his red lips were lightly opened, and the warm fragrance was revealed. Hot breath.

Feila looked like he was in trouble.

There is no way, even though Le Wuyou is a golden elixir female cultivator, she can still block the attack of the fake elixir prince who can even dye the golden elixir white?

In fact, after Han Mo asked him to call him "Dad", she didn't hesitate at first. Instead, she quickly gave in and shouted out as if begging for mercy.

He shouted very loudly, with a high pitch, and looked very excited.

However, after shouting out, she regretted it not long after.

She didn't know that this was boudoir fun, she just thought it was a brat bullying her.

Damn it, even though she has agreed to be his Taoist companion, this brat is still not satisfied and wants to be her "father"?
How does this work? How can Taoist monks and dad be confused with each other!
So she was just about to scold her new Taoist monk, but she was quickly blocked by Han Mo, who immediately made her so angry.

Ah, the brat is really hateful... No, you can't let the brat bully you, you must fight back!

After all, Le Wuyou was a demonic witch, not the kind of weak woman who didn't dare to fight back after being bullied.

So she quickly started the "counterattack mode" and pursued tirelessly, hoping to get revenge.

In Han Mo’s words:
"This demonic enchantress is naive but also loves to play. Most importantly, she is also very tough-tongued, but...

This prince likes women like you! "

So after a night of sleepless work, the demonic witch was finally subdued by the prince's bones.

He rested like this for a while with Le Yaonv in his arms, until it got bright and clear. Han Mo finally regained his composure and finally remembered another serious matter.

He needs some skills and treasures that can improve the puppet's strength.

This was also one of his original purposes for coming here, but he didn't expect that the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and the harvest this time turned out to be as rich as he expected.

"Wuyou, are you awake? It's getting late!"

Seeing that it was getting late, he gently sniffed the fragrance of the witch's hair and the unique fragrance of snow on her body. He gently shook the other party's soft and delicate body, and tentatively called out to wake up Le Wuyou.

"Well... I'm tired. Please let me sleep a little longer. You brat, it's all your fault..."

Although Le Wuyou responded, it was lazily and weakly, obviously he didn't get enough rest.

But mid-sentence, perhaps because of Han Mo's shaking, she accidentally pulled something. She suddenly pressed her thigh and took a breath of cold air:
"Hiss, it hurts...what are you doing? Don't shake..."

But it was okay if she didn't press her legs. When she pressed her legs, she was suddenly startled.

As if she had discovered something, the witch didn't even care about the tearing pain caused by a night of intense work.

After groping up and down with her hands for a while, she quickly reacted and became angry:

"what is this?"

"You brat, how dare you write Wubi calligraphy?"

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(End of this chapter)