Iron Cross Fire

Shua!

As soon as the words fell, Mo Yan's pretty face changed, and it turned red, and her delicate body was trembling with anger.

Damn it, it's too damned.

He is one of the twelve holy demon kings, with an extraordinary status. Who wouldn't be respectful when seeing him? And this man in front of him actually wanted her to call him good brother?

It's simply humiliating.

The more Mo Yan thought about it, the angrier she became, and she glared at Yue Feng fiercely: "You are looking for death!"

"If you don't want to, forget it." Yue Feng looked indifferent, and then lay comfortably in the bronze bell: "If you don't want to call me, then don't call me, why are you angry?"

"Anyway, I have made the conditions. If you feel embarrassed, find another place to hide, and don't disturb my rest."

After the last word fell, Yue Feng closed his eyes.

Yue Feng didn't really want her to call him good brother, he was just teasing. To be honest, this Mo Yan's personality is too domineering, and he must be killed to kill his sharpness.

"You..."

Seeing Yue Feng's dead pig fearless look, Mo Yan was very angry.

This guy is such a scoundrel.

To be honest, Mo Yan wanted to kill him, but the other party was very strong, and if they really fought, they might not be his opponent.

More importantly, at this moment, the divine soldiers were still searching everywhere below, and if they fought, they would be attracted here.

"Okay!"

Thinking of this, Mo Yan took a deep breath and whispered, "Okay...good brother." The voice was very small, and it was impossible to hear it without listening carefully.

She didn't want to shout, but there was really no way.

Haha...

Seeing that she finally gave in, Yue Feng felt very happy, but he didn't finish yet: "What did you call me? I can't hear clearly." M.

"Okay..."

Mo Yan bit her lips tightly, and it was very difficult to speak, but she still shouted again: "Good brother."

Yue Feng laughed and nodded with satisfaction: "You are so good, then you can cultivate yourself, and your brother will protect you." As he said that, he made way for the inside.

Swish!

Hearing the teasing, Mo Yan's face turned red with anger: "Don't push it too far."

"Okay."

Yue Feng stopped when he saw that things were going well, and nodded: "I won't say anything more, you should quickly recover your strength."

Mo Yan stopped talking nonsense, sat cross-legged inside, and began to circulate the power of the magic soul to expel the power of the demon-suppressing talisman.

Yue Feng admired it from a close distance for a while, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his spirit.

"Yeah."

At first, Mo Yan was very calm, but after a few minutes, Mo Yan's delicate body trembled, and she let out a low moan, and her delicate face also showed some pain.

This voice seemed to carry a fatal temptation, and Yue Feng felt that all the bones in his body were going to be soft.

What's going on?

Muttering in his heart, Yue Feng tilted his head to look, and at the same time couldn't help but say: "What's wrong with you? I..."

Before he finished speaking, Yue Feng looked at Mo Yan's appearance, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and the whole person was infatuated.

Mo Yan curled up there, her graceful curves were extremely charming, and she was sweating all over. And that beautiful face seemed to be extremely painful, but also charming!

Oh my god, what's going on? Obsessed?

Thinking, Yue Feng hurried forward: "Hey, what's going on, wake up."

At this time, Yue Feng didn't know that Mo Yan was hit by the demon-suppressing talisman. Because of the delay for too long, it had completely broken out, and the power of the demon soul in the body began to become disordered.

Swish!

However, at this moment, Mo Yan hugged Yue Feng!

At this time, Mo Yan, under the disorder of the demon soul in the body, was a little unclear in mind, and had completely lost his mind!

"You..."

Yue Feng was completely confused, and before he could react, Mo Yan's red lips kissed him!

At this time, Mo Yan, under the disorder of the demon soul, seemed to have a ball of fire burning in his body, almost burning.

Plop!

The next second, before Yue Feng could react, Mo Yan rushed to him, and the two rolled together in an instant!

"You, what are you doing..." Yue Feng was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to break free, but the space inside the bronze bell was too narrow, and there was no place to hide.

At this time, Mo Yan could no longer hear Yue Feng's voice. She hugged Yue Feng tightly and began to pull Yue Feng's clothes.

Mo Yan's mind was blank, and she sat down with her lips bitten.

"Oh!"

A charming whisper echoed in the bronze bell.

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