The emperor's first-class concubine

Chapter 312
At dusk, the westerly wind blows the fallen leaves arrogantly. Although it is only the beginning of winter, the bone-chilling chill is already solemn.

Mu Qianxue was wrapped in a wide white cloak, and the soft rabbit fur pocket buried her entire face.

Even though he was already armed like this, Mo Li was still worried. He hadn't confinement yet, so he should pay more attention.

Picking up Mu Qianxue horizontally, and pulling half of his cloak to cover her body, Mo Li took her out, and didn't put her down until he got into the carriage.

Since it is an experiment, it cannot be done in this rented farm.

Without a guard, Mo Li drove the car, and the two quietly left the farm, all the way south, where there was a bamboo forest.

During this season, some people might dig winter bamboo shoots during the day, but seeing that it was getting dark, there should be no one in the bamboo forest.

The dense bamboo forest is green.

Mo Li embraced Mu Qianxue, covered her with his cloak, and then carried her out of the car.

Mu Qianxue nestled obediently in the man's arms, a very warm emotion flowed through her heart, and she couldn't feel the chill in the air at all.

There was no one around, and the two stepped into the bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest was very large, and Mo Li quickly entered the depths of the bamboo forest when he raised his lightness kung fu. Standing here and looking around, the overlapping green bamboos just blocked his sight.

What's inside can't see what's outside, and what's outside can't see what's inside. It's definitely a good place to experiment.

Mu Qianxue twisted twice, and Mo Li put her down.

He was standing right behind Mu Qianxue, clung to her back tightly, raised his body temperature with internal force, and wrapped her around her with his cloak.

This squirrel cloak was originally put on for Mu Qianxue. His body was originally cold, so he was not afraid of the cold at all.

Mu Qianxue recalled carefully, and the written content became clearer in her mind. Unconsciously, as if she had practiced it thousands of times, she began to sing in a low voice, with a beautiful rhythm and rhythm. Fingers began to dance, not the kind of rigid decision, more like a free-flowing dance.

At first, it was just a breeze blowing on her face, but as the purple light in her eyes became brighter and brighter, the wind in the bamboo forest became more and more manic.

The green bamboos were blown to one side and another by gusts of gusts, the branches and leaves were shaking, and the sound of "shuashua" was more terrifying than the roar of a lion.

But for the two standing in the center of the strong wind, their clothes were just slightly flipped.

Mu Qianxue became interested, and planned to try to see if she could control the wind direction.

But Mo Li behind her tightly wrapped the squirrel's cloak around the two of them, and said in a low voice, "Next."

Well, the next one will be the next one.

This time, there was no need for too much preparation, her fingers jumped twice, Mu Qianxue turned her palm over, and a small cluster of orange flames suddenly shot out from her palm.

With a shake of her palm, the cluster of small flames shot out to a height of more than one meter. Even her own head shrank back in shock, and directly hit Mo Li's hard gang's chest.

Mo Li's chest rose and fell, and his melodious laughter sounded like a cello.

Mu Qianxue's face was hot, and she cursed shame in her heart, but she still started the next trick with great interest.

This time the incantation was very short, only one syllable.

But that syllable sounds like a very sacred feeling.

(End of this chapter)