Chapter 1807

There was a little coquetry in the tone.

Mo Yan raised her hand to embrace her, gently patted her back: "hard you."

"What hard work do you say? Only when I have strong strength can I really compete with you. At least, I have to protect myself and don't want to be a burden to you." Ziqianmo leaned his side face on Mo Yan's shoulder and murmured.

"Nonsense, how can you be a burden." Mo Yan scraped the tip of her nose.

Ziqianmo chuckles, looks up, and takes the initiative to put the lip print on it.

A long kiss.

At the end of the day, as strong as both of them, the breath is a little unsteady.

"Well, if you go on like this, you may not be able to keep the realm you just ascended." Mo Yan controls his body, and ziqianmo opens a distance, trying to keep calm.

"Do you have so little faith in me?" Ziqianmo teasing.

It's a man's turn if you don't mind being invited like this.

Mo Yan casually laid a border, isolated from all the outside world.

All night long.

After left and right Qi Xin went out, ziqianmo had nothing to do with them. Every day, apart from consolidating the realm of cultivation, the rest was to communicate with the power of the demon king.

In the past few days, Mo Yan began to shut down. He was the peak of the purple dome period. Although he was not the strongest in this continent, he could not rank in the top few, but he was basically a master.

If you want to rise again, it's not time to grind, but insight and skill.

As a result, for a long time, his accomplishments have only been growing slowly and solidly, and the concrete breakthrough is still far away.

But just recently, he always felt that something was calling him, and the source seemed to be what he had.

Mo Yan's way of doing things is to follow his heart, which is in line with his temperament, so his cultivation is extremely fast.

As for the matter of cultivation, he has learned all about it, only the ancient breath from his own body, and has no clue.

Just this insidious call let him have some thoughts, hastily gave a greeting to ziqianmo, and began to shut up.

Epiphany is always available. If you miss an opportunity, you don't know how many years it will take to wait for the next one.

Fortunately, Mo Yan never missed his chance.

On that day, ziqianmo was practicing sword in the yard. He felt that the breath in Mo Yan's room was surging. It seemed that something painful was tormenting him.

"Ah!" A roar came out of Mo Yan's room, with a strong sense of desolation.

Ziqianmo's inner secret way is not good. This kind of situation will appear. It should be something wrong with Mo Yan's cultivation, otherwise his breath will not spread so badly!

In a hurry to sacrifice the power of the demon king, ziqianmo wants to enter Mo Yan's house, but is blocked by an invisible barrier.

Mo Yan's body is not far away from her, but no matter how hard she tries, there is no way.

Mo Yan's upper body is naked, his clothes have been broken by himself, and the yellow and white fog is constantly exuding in his body.

As if he had been tortured, his mind was not clear. He hammered the ground hard with one fist, without any spiritual power. His joints were bleeding and he refused to stop.

Seeing his breath getting more and more disordered,