The Heaven-defying Little Crazy Concubine: The Ghost Emperor Chased His Wife

Chapter 133

Moli's meaning is already obvious, give up, leave.

"Little..." Mo Wushang just blurted out the engraved address, looking at Mo Li's unfeeling eyes, bursts of sourness welled up in his heart, and immediately changed his words, "Mo Li, no matter what happens, let us face each other together. right?"

Mo Li could hardly hear Qing Mo Wushang's words now, he could only slightly close his eyes and shake his head slightly.

"Mo Li, don't refuse..." Before Mo Wushang finished speaking, Mo Li fell to the ground in response.
Seeing this, Mo Wushang quickly caught Mo Li with his eyes, held her in his arms, buried his face in her neck, and silently let down a tear.

It turned out that I was still so incompetent...failed, I didn't expect to start all over again, but still failed.

"Little You'er," and only this address can make people feel real, so that they can touch her well, "Take a good rest."

A ray of rising sun dispelled the thick blackness, slowly spread from the distant sky, rose from the ground, warm and dazzling.The sky is also bright, and the warmth returns to the earth.

Mo Wushang lightly painted Moli's lips, showing a charming smile, leaning over to peck lightly, a faint breath sprayed on his face, tossing and turning, nostalgic, slowly blending, fingertips stroking Moli's hair , moved closer.

He stretched out his fleshy little hand, covering his eyes, revealing a thin slit, rolling his eyeballs, peeking cautiously, his little face flushed, and his body leaning slightly.

"Hold her into my cave," he coughed, concealing his uneasiness, his little face tensed, "she's too weak now,"

"She can't bear this environment," he said slowly, and glanced at Moli full of deep meaning, "Hold her in so that she doesn't die, and..."

Before he finished speaking, he strangled his neck with one hand, froze in place for an instant, and slowly turned his eyes away,

"Noisy, you're disturbing her," Mo Wushang said in a low voice, covering her ears, "Lead the way," he let go of his hand, threw him forward, onto the sand, and stretched out his sleeve robe to cover her. The splashed dust should not disturb her rest.

"It's just a piece of trash," he muttered softly, grabbing a handful of sand and beating the ground angrily.

In an instant, he felt a piercing pain from his back, exclaimed, trembled involuntarily, resisted the pain, took a small mouthful of air, and held back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes, otherwise it would be too embarrassing ,

The eyes of Mo Wushang, who was slowly withdrawing his hand, collided with each other, he held his mouth in dissatisfaction, and hummed softly, but he didn't dare to show it too much.

"I won't say, don't say, can't you?" He slowly got up from the sand, patted off the yellow sand, rubbed his messy hair, shook his head to shake off the yellow sand, and flew into the air.

She made a hairstyle, combed her fiery red curly hair upwards, revealing the phoenix on her forehead, and flicked her fingertips lightly, making her look even brighter, to show her identity.

Spitting out the sand in his mouth, with a wrinkled face of disgust, he lowered his head to straighten the wrinkled apron, clapped his hands and tried to straighten it.

Or did he mutter in a low voice, "It's fine if you don't say anything, but if you want to use force, it's so hurtful,"

Occasionally raised his head and glanced at Mo Wushang, always being careful about his movements, flicking his fingers, stepping on his short legs, turning around, still not stopping the thoughts in his mouth, piercing deep and shallow .

　Hey, there's no one left, it's silent.

　　short story
　　
　
(End of this chapter)