Traveling through the beast world

250 Chapter 8 Mo Ran is not a good person ([-])

Song Weiwei hugged Lan Lingche's neck tightly with both arms, absorbing the warmth from his body, she was trembling all over, now she didn't have the energy to argue with Mo Ran, and planned to settle accounts with him after she recovered to normal.

Lan Lingche was puzzled by Mo Ran's words.

Running around in such cold weather, freezing half my life, I really... can't understand the fun of the little female.

Lan Lingche got up and carried her to the bedroom, and found a dry towel to wipe off the water on her body. Although her hair was not completely wet, it was still damp. Lan Lingche wrapped her in a quilt into a silkworm chrysalis, sat on the edge of the bed She wipes her hair.

Her lips were purple, her face was extremely pale, and she was still shivering under the quilt.

Lan Lingche felt distressed, "Little Weiwei, don't be naughty again."

What naughty?
She took a good bath and was thrown into the ice and snow by Mo Ran, okay?She has a hole in her head to be in the snow!
Song Weiwei was tired and sad, and didn't want to explain.

After being warmed under the blanket for a long time, Song Weiwei still felt cold, and grabbed him like an octopus to get the warmth she wanted, her smiling eyes narrowed into a line.

So happy!

Lan Lingche turned slightly to one side, and Song Weiwei fell asleep on the bed. He hugged her tightly with both arms, pressed her cold face against his chest, and asked gently, "Is this better?" ?”

"Uh-huh."

Bei Mingxuan came in with a red wine bottle and saw those two people.

He stood at the door and looked at her for a while, his eyes were drunk and blurred. She didn't have the usual arrogance at all, but was soft and weak.

Bei Mingxuan felt that he couldn't watch it any longer, so he took a sip of wine sullenly and left.

Yi Jiu was already drunk, sleeping soundly on the table, Mo Ran was still standing by the door, turning a deaf ear to the movement in the bedroom.

Bei Mingxuan returned to the room but couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning, Song Weiwei was always on her mind.

Finally, he climbed out of the bed, walked out of the hall, and immediately turned into a leopard and rushed towards the snow field, roaring, his loud and powerful cry, shaking the thick trees beside him. All the snowflakes fell.

"Hoohoho!"

Mo Ran watched him run away, disappearing in the snow, and immediately turned back to the hall. His cool eyes swept the hall, but he didn't find Jun Can's figure. He searched for several other rooms, and then found him in the kitchen. You can burn firewood.

Jun Can sat on the small bench, feeling the murderous aura he brought, and he was not in a hurry, and continued to add firewood with his two short hooves, looking as steady as Mount Tai.

Moran said, "Hand over the Mosha Token!"

"It really is the purpose of your coming back." Jun Can sneered, patted his short hoof, and swept off the dust on it. He turned his head, and the two grapes looked at him, and the coldness in his eyes was no less severe than his.

"Don't let me do it myself." The black mist above Mo Ran's head quickly condensed, which was the prelude to his power.

In an instant, Jun Can picked up the torch from the boiler and threw it at him fiercely. He dodged involuntarily, but the torch seemed to have eyes, and it came directly at him. There was only a bang, and the torch hit his chest. The key point, although Mo Ran has strong muscles, is the most vulnerable part of every male. One can imagine how painful it is to be hit by a fire stick.

His handsome face turned pale, and his legs knelt down on the ground weakly. The arrogant black mist on his head quickly dissipated, which symbolized that his combat index at this time was zero.

Jun Can said contemptuously, "Cai Ji, Zi Duan, a little illusionist, dares to show off his power in front of this deity. This is a lesson for you. Only the deity can bully an idiot female. Next time you dare to be unreasonable to her, I will take you!" life!"

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