Fubao wears books and becomes a group pet

Chapter 922
The same two words, but because of the change in his voice, became more ambiguous and charming, hooking Fu Bao's heart like a hook.

Her head was dizzy, her body was limp, and she couldn't even lift her hands.

This strange feeling came so violently and quickly that it instantly made her lose control, making her curious and scared, with a hint of expectation.

It was a horrible feeling.

Rao Fubao is extremely smart, and she has never experienced it before. She never thought that when two people are in love, the body will be out of her control.

"Brother Ying... Am I dying..." Fu Bao's voice was full of tears, and his small hands were desperately clutching at the hem of his shirt.

If the little girl was crying normally, Mo Junying would have coaxed her with distress.

But this time, instead of coaxing Mo Junying, the corners of her lips became more and more curved.

In the darkness, his teeth glowed with streaks of white light, which Fubao couldn't ignore.

Fu Bao, who was crying, was taken aback for a moment, and then became angry.

She was going to die, Brother Ying didn't help her and laughed at her?

"You are bad!"

She stretched out her little paw angrily, about to scratch Mo Junying.

Mo Junying smiled sullenly and held her murderous little paw, with a pleasant smile in his voice: "Baby, don't scratch your face. If you are really angry, scratch elsewhere, okay?"

"Why can't you scratch your face? I'm going to scratch your face."

Fu Bao struggled, and wanted to scratch Mo Junying's face with his teeth and claws. He looked like a kitten with a frizzy hair, and he had long forgotten when he said that he was going to die. scared.

"Because Fu Bao likes my face."

Mo Junying brought his lips close to her ear, and the moisture from his lips almost stained her fleshy little earlobes.

Her face turned red all of a sudden.

"Bastard! Who cares about your face?"

He said harsh words, but the little claws slipped to his waist, grabbing his waist and twisting it.

"hiss."

Mo Junying hissed lightly, and Fu Bao retracted his little claws in fright.

"Brother Ying, what's wrong with you? Did I scratch you?"

Fu Bao stretched out his hands and rubbed again, and put back the harsh words, the heartache still hurts.

In the darkness, she didn't see the increasingly intense scorching heat in Mo Junying's eyes, and she was still rubbing them recklessly.

Finally, Mo Junying's breathing became short of breath, and Fu Bao knew something was wrong.

She withdrew her little paw and obediently remained still.

Seeing the momentarily quiet little thing, Mo Junying let out a long sigh of regret.

It's a pity that the little thing doesn't touch it any more. He really can't stop this kind of sweet torture.

The one who breathed a sigh of relief was that the little thing didn't touch it anymore, and if he touched it again, he really didn't know if he still had the self-control.

The little rascal!

Always run away after throwing the fire!
I don't know if he will have troubles when the little thing is willing to accept him completely.

Mo Junying, the old monster, forgot that he hadn't suffered from illness for thousands of years in the heavenly court, but only decades in the human world, so how could it be so easy to suffer from it?

Didn't he find an excuse for his lust?

At this time, some human voices came from the passage.

His eyes are slightly cold.

What a bunch of nasty guys, I really want to kill them!

In an instant, the passageway became brightly lit.

Daoist Wuyao and Master Daoji rushed in first, followed by Master Chen, Daoyuan Chen, and all the crew.

"Let it go, let it go."

Panting, Dao Zhang pushed away all the crowd in front of him, and rushed to Fu Bao.

Seeing Fu Bao with all beard and tail, he let out a long breath.

"It's okay, it's okay, Brother Shui, are you okay?"

(End of this chapter)