Mu Qi closed his eyes gently, his eyelashes trembled, and a suspicious blush appeared on his cheeks.

Xie Zhiwei let out a groan, pushed him with both hands and feet, and instinctively tried to suckle.

But the other party didn't move at all, not only did the black lotus and the white lotus superimpose his actions, but even his hands were pressed behind Mu Qian's back, and they were firmly clasped.

Mu Hao enjoyed it very much, and the moment he touched Xie Zhiwei's lips, he shuddered like an electric shock. In a short while, like every little boy who gave his first kiss, he tried to explore and wanted to go further. He held the person in his arms tightly, not letting the other party have the slightest room to struggle. Then, he opened his mouth to hold the other's two thin lips, sucked it lightly, and seemed to find it delicious, and then stuck out the tip of his tongue to dig in.

It was a kiss, quite a green kiss.

After realizing this, Xie Zhiwei seemed to hear a cracking sound. After a long time, he thought about it seriously when he was bored, and then, he thought, it was his integrity.

But at this time, he only felt that his scalp was numb, all the hairs on his back exploded, his heart almost stopped beating, and all his feelings were combined into four words - creepy.

He tightly closed his lips, determined not to let Mu Hao go any further!

He believes that this is his last dignity!

Sure enough, with his unremitting efforts, Mu Kai did not open his teeth for a long time. In the end, Mu Hao seemed to have finally given up, held him in his arms and rubbed him for a while, and bit his mouth in a fit of anger before finally leaving his mouth.

Xie Zhiwei gasped for breath, and looked at the silver thread pulled out between their lips with disgust.

I don't know which girl's illusion this is, so domineering. Mu Yu was still pretending to apologize a second before, and he will fuck her the next second.

To be favored by Mu Hao alone, this feeling must be dead and alive, don't want it.

Wait a minute, I'm still thinking about this at this time, first think about how to escape, okay?

Xie Zhiwei forcibly put away those teasing thoughts, and said righteously: "Let go!"

"impossible."

"you……"

Mu Hao licked the silver thread into his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and pursed his lips, as if savoring the taste, and then he laughed, which was actually mixed with both happiness and pain. He touched the water stain on Xie Zhiwei's mouth with his fingertips, and said softly, "As expected of Master, even the illusion created is so beautiful..."

Xie Zhiwei was trying to break his hand, but suddenly stopped: "What did you say?"

Mu Hao said with a sigh, "Master, do you know... how long has this disciple liked you..."

Chapter 79

Xie Zhiwei stammered and asked, "Like, like... who do you like?"

In exchange for a definitive answer: "I like Master, this disciple only likes Master alone in this life!"

Mu Hao had never said these words.

When Xie Zhiwei was alive, he didn't dare to say it, and after Xie Zhiwei died, he didn't dare to say it. For so many years, he also tried to conjure Xie Zhiwei's soul through some sidelines, but he never succeeded.

He guessed that he was probably unable to take revenge, and the master was angry and did not want to see him. If he speaks out this rebellious and unethical thing again, Master will definitely hate him even more. Therefore, this thought was suppressed in his heart for four years.

The red lotus does not integrate well in his body, so that the mental power he is proud of appears to be wrong. At first, he, who had not dreamed for a long time, began to dream frequently. Those unbearable past and present tormented him repeatedly, and Xie Zhiwei's blood-stained face in the dream became clearer every time.

In a few days, even when he occasionally lost his mind, he could see Xie Zhiwei's back flickering in front of him.

Sitting on a few treasures, coupled with the increasingly advanced cultivation base, to this day, he has a very good understanding of his physical condition. He quickly realized that this was an illusion created by the repulsion of the red lotus and the spiritual force, but he was still subconsciously paralyzed. Tell yourself that this is because the master misses him.

However, today's illusion is too real, and what appears in front of me is not just a shadow of nothingness, nor the blood-soaked master in the nightmare.

He touched, hugged, and even kissed.

He couldn't help revealing all the things he wanted to say for a long time, and the master was still angry.

Is this... Really Master? Sure enough, as he dreamed many years ago, Master would give him this reaction?

Or is he thinking too much, this illusion is a reflection of all kinds of unease in his heart?

"Master..." Mu Hao called out softly again, and the soft touch from his fingertips made him always want to use more force to confirm whether it was true or not. I am afraid that with a little effort, everything at this moment will be in vain.

And the "phantom" in his arms is still the same, even more vivid and agile than what he remembered. Although he quietly let himself play, but there was a bit of stunned, a bit of panic in his eyes, and there was a little... anger in his eyes.

"Master's eyes are so beautiful, what am I talking about..." Mu Qi held the face of the person in his arms, and said in a dreamy voice: "If it doesn't look good, can you let me see it for the first time and remember it until now?"

His other hand went all the way down the thin neck, palms through the clothes, almost touching the bones. Fingertips opened the torn front, touching the slightly pale skin, and the person in his arms was shocked. His breathing suddenly became rapid, but his eyes were confused: "Will the phantom's clothes be torn too?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "slap" sound, and greeted him with a solid slap.

Mu Qing's face was burning hot.

He has practiced for many years, and ordinary strength will not make him feel pain - this is a slap with strong spiritual power.

Although it didn't hurt his flesh, his eyes were finally clear.

The "phantom" did not dissipate, and was still held by him completely.

It turns out that this is the real master, not an illusion!

He lowered his head in surprise and joy, and the slap on his face had long since been forgotten. Everything that happened outside Zaoji City was quickly remembered by him like watching flowers on a horse.

- The coffin is empty.

——He watched Chi Yan’s mask shatter with his own eyes, revealing the face underneath that haunted him.

——In the thorn bamboo forest, the man picked up the Qingping sword again and appeared in front of him with a posture almost the same as that of the past.

But when we meet again, Master's attitude is completely opposite to his.

The master asked him to "do it well", the master did not show even the slightest smile to him, and then he collapsed on the spot, treating the master as an illusion, and he treated the master...

Mu Qi's pupils shrank slightly, and just lowered his head, he met Xie Zhiwei's face full of anger.

"You... a traitor!"

Xie Zhiwei pushed him away vigorously, and while doing his best to back up, he casually covered his chest with clothes.

He staggered back to the door, feeling dizzy, as if he had been struck by lightning, and even his mind was full of thunder and thunder, which made his mind buzz.

Why does the plot twist, why does the male protagonist miss all kinds of women, why does the male protagonist practice his handwriting, and why does the male protagonist say to his coffin that he does not want to live.

why why why……

These 100,000 whys were all answered after the male protagonist said he liked him.

The logic of this whole article...it works.

Under the huge blow, Xie Zhiwei's face was pale, his eyes were straight, his whole body was swaying, and he could barely stand by the door.

Seeing this, Mu Qian wanted to step forward to help him.

"Don't come! Stay away from me!"

Xie Zhiwei stared at Mu Hao alertly, his eyes full of horror.