The Cold Prince Dotes On His Wild Wife

At this moment Mo Yan didn't know what he was feeling.

His throat was getting tighter, and he stood blankly in front of the woman, watching the **** child quietly with his eyes closed.

Holding her fist tightly, her nails were almost inserted into the flesh, and her whole nerves were tightly tight when she remembered the ghost. Just hope that these innocent people have nothing to do with ghosts.

Just then, someone shouted, "A man-eating monster has appeared! Run away!"

A voice instantly alerted Mo Yan and He Lianyi. , The two looked at each other, and ran in the direction of that voice.

When he arrived, a shadow of black flickered away.

He Lianyi yelled, "God!" As soon as the voice fell, he chased after the shadow.

Mo Yan looked at the disappeared two figures, and immediately hesitated, whispering in his mouth, "Gu Gui, are you?" Somehow disappointed, somehow afraid and regretted. But I was hoping that the shadow was not a ghost!

Aside, Helianyi chased a dozen streets and was finally hidden by the shadow.

On the roof, Helian's wings were like Shura, exuding murderous infiltration, and a pair of deep eyes stared around, looking for the black figure.

Finally, until Mo Yan came, he did not see the dark shadow appear again.

And finally grabbed the black cormorant chased by He Lianyi, leaning back in the alley wearing rough gas. "He Lianyi, I didn't expect that you had no power, and I couldn't even catch up! Hahaha ~"

As soon as the voice fell, his shoulders suddenly sank, and he suddenly looked up at the person.

When a touch of green light struck, the blackbird rolled and rolled his eyes and fell asleep.

Guoer looked back at the poem, "Sister Goddess, what shall we do now?"

"Take him away!"

The two disappeared into the alley quietly with a black cormorant.

One day passed and there was no more digging in Tianyuan Prefecture. I thought it would calm down. Mo Yan was relieved. In the regent's palace, Jing Muhan was sitting in the study room to arrange security issues in the cities of Tianyuan week.

Mo Yan came in with a snack.

Seeing Jing Muhan's serious work, he pursed his lips and slowly came forward, "Are you hungry?"

Jing Muhan noticed when Mo Yan came in, put down his hand, walked around the table and sat around Mo Yan's waist, "My King is not hungry."

"Is there news?"

This is the problem that Mo Yan is most worried about. It also caused her not to sleep well all night.

Jing Muhan heard Mo Yan mention the name of the ghost, his eyes sank, and a low voice returned: "No. Someone has been sent to look for it. The people in the magic palace and the people in Bihai Pavilion are looking for it. I believe soon There will be news. "

Mo Yan nodded and took a piece of cake to Jing Muhan's mouth. "Taste, I made it."

Jing Muhan looked at the round mung bean cake with a pattern and glanced slightly. He never ate dessert. It ’s just that this little woman made it herself? Suspicious eyes stared at the pastry. , Mo Yan laughed: "I made it, there is no poison."

Jing Muhan directly bit up.

Some **** cake dregs were stained on that **** lips, and Mo Yan saw and reminded him: "Don't move!"

Jing Muhan frowned, but did not move. Mo Yan raised his hand, and his fingers landed on Jing Muhan's lips. The delicate fingertips touched Jing Muhan's lips. The feeling made Mo Yan unable to resist a shiver, and he felt like an electric shock Generally, itching is unbearable.

When Jing Muhan saw this, he cast aside the troubles in his heart caused by the recent demon affairs, and a charming arc evoked in the corner of his mouth.

He glanced in the direction of the doorway, suddenly opened his mouth, and put Mo Yan's fingers directly into it.

The soft and moist house was light and warm, with some sweet fingertips. Mo Yan's heart tightened, and he fluttered.

Jing Muhan saw the woman's shame in front of her, waving her hand, the door was closed, Mo Yan's back was tight, and He Lianyi was lifted directly into the air.

A fascinating voice came to his ears, "My King is a bit hungry now."

Mo Yan was shocked, staring at Jing Muhan with wide eyes, "Hey, this is the study!"

"No problem, this king will take you to the palace."

After speaking, he jumped out of the window holding Mo Yan and strode toward the bedroom.

In the large dormitory, the woman's soft groaning murmur came, even mixed with a faint fragrance, intoxicating.

After a rain cloud, Mo Yan was lying weakly on Jing Muhan. Ears cling to the man's solid, strong chest muscles. "Wing, let's have a child."

Jing Muhan frowned, glanced down at Mo Mo, and his **** voice asked, "Why did you suddenly think of having a baby?"

He thought about it for many days, but this little woman didn't know if it was a precautionary measure, or for ~ so long, his stomach didn't move. In the past few days, because of the demon, he had no intention of thinking about the child, but she suddenly asked to ask for the child. What happened to this little woman?

Mo Yan was looking at Jing Muhan, "Don't you like children?"

"My King likes it. As long as you are born, my King likes it."

Mo Yan put it back on Jing Muhan's chest, looking at the distance with his eyes, but thinking about what happened these days. Last night I could not fall asleep over and over again. She was always afraid that something bad would happen. Her heart was abnormally chaotic, worried and nervous.

Thinking of ghosts and ghosts, thinking that Helianyi had stopped her from carrying ghosts and ghosts, and thinking of those children who died tragically, Mo Chan's head was chaotic.

Taking a deep breath, he looked up at the handsome man in front of him, bit his lower lip, and said to him, "Wing, when this is over, I will have a child for you."

Jing Muhan's deep eyes looked at Mo Yan. He always felt that Mo Yan had a mind today, but her nature, he was very clear, so he did not ask. Instead, he rolled over directly, pressed Mo Yan underneath him, looked at her affectionately, and smiled evilly: "Why wait for this to happen and then consider the matter of having a child? We will start making people now! King Wang can't wait to see our children. "

Speaking, instead of giving Mo Yi a chance to resist, his strong body slammed forward, only to hear Mo Yi groan again, tightly wrapped around Jing Muhan's body. Indoors, it's so sloppy ~

As time passed, the two remained for a while, and Chu Cheng's urgent voice came from the door.

Jing Muhan's face instantly became indifferent, and he lowered his voice and asked coldly, "What's up!"

"Master, the demon has appeared again!"

Jing Muhan didn't change much, but Mo Yan suddenly came down from Jing Muhan and quickly dressed. This time, she couldn't let that killer escape! Whether he is a ghost or not, she will catch him!