The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

Mo Yan how clever, immediately understand, small Mo Mo this is to protect short.

Sixth martial uncle is not gentle to Si Junli at all, and with a purpose, he makes little Momo very uncomfortable, so he wants to give this sixth martial uncle a lesson and a warning.

From two seconds later, six martial uncle full of cold sweat, as well as drooping eyebrows, weak momentum, can distinguish, small Momo success.

Mo Yan stepped forward.

Stretch out a white slender big hand, put on the sweetheart's shoulder, gently patted, like a kind of comfort: "good, not angry."

The purple fields were in a daze.

She subconsciously turned her head, just with Mo Yan that pair of dark deep Phoenix eyes bumped together.

It's warm.

A heart can't help but soften down.

The rage and murderous intention that pervaded in the chest also gradually subsided.

Only he.

In such a short period of time, let their emotions, so quickly calm down.

She understood.

It's because I care.

I care about him very much, especially about him. I care so much that my mood is always affected by him.

Mo Yan's perfect lips rose slightly, and he felt that his lover's aura had changed. The big hand on her shoulder moved to her dark hair and gently stroked: "don't worry, no one can move him."

Ziqianmo immediately understood that this "he" in Mo Yan's mouth refers to Xiaojun Li.

How lucky she is to meet him who knows herself so well.

When she was in Wanyao mountain in Kunlun, people often couldn't understand her meaning, causing a lot of misunderstanding and trouble. Even the seven big demon elders sometimes misunderstood her.

However, with Mo Yan, this would not happen at all.

It's easy.

It's very economical.

She just needs to stay in place, he can deal with everything, soul depth fit!

"Well." Ziqianmo nodded, the original cool tone, also with a bit of attachment to him.

Attachment is a terrible thing.

After a long time, she got used to being attached to him and couldn't do without him.

However, she did not resent it.

Even, some expectations.

Sixth martial uncle knew that he had survived a disaster and escaped a death. Real death, the kind of soul.

When he raised his head again, his eyes were full of fear of ziqianmo, and awe of Moyan!

Yang god girl.

And, an 18-year-old beautiful young man in Zifu, he can let the young lady of Yangshen restrain her killing intention in a word.

To some extent, Mo Yan is more terrible.

Sixth martial uncle suddenly realized how wrong he had been before. He gave a bitter smile and said, "I'm an old man with eyes and I don't know what to do. This new generation is really excellent and powerful. It's far beyond my imagination! You three belong to rilunge. With you in rilunge, it must be not far from becoming the first Pavilion of the college. "

What he said was not a compliment, but a sincere one.

The team of RI lunge, because it is at the end of the line, must be the ranking of RI lunge is extremely bad.

However, the future development of a pavilion depends not on the number of medium-sized students, but on Gao Zhan and the top talents.

Sometimes, a high war genius has the ability to turn the tide!

"Eh, do you think so, sixth martial uncle?"