Stealing Hook [Rebirth]

In the evening, when the sea was calm and the sea was calm, large ships weighed anchor and left the shore. The clansmen on board saluted Mo Yuan with a big gift from the Jiuxi clan with tears in their eyes, and did not get up for a long time.

Mo Yuan watched the boat drift away and finally disappeared at the junction of the sea and the sky. He finally heaved a sigh of relief, turned his head and smiled at Lian Mufeng, and said softly, "The rest of the people in Nanjiang should have boarded the boat too. Uncle Ma Qi will send me a message at that time, let's go."

Lian Mufeng held his cold hand: "How about the Hundred Zerg?"

Mo Yuan said: "If nothing goes wrong, the Hundred Zong Clan should have been divided up by other tribes. Uncle Ma Qi will burn all the drugs and lead the tribe away through the secret road. Killing them can be regarded as cutting the weeds and eradicating the roots, and they will not have a chance to stand up again in the future."

Lian Mufeng laughed, and kissed his cold fingers one by one with warm lips: "My Arong is really clever!"

Mo Yuan shrank his fingers subconsciously, his face was slightly hot, thinking that he was just living one more life than others, taking advantage of the prophet, what kind of magic trick.

"Your hands are too cold." Lian Mufeng frowned slightly, and reached out to touch his face, "It's also cold, let's go back quickly."

Mo Yuan nodded and mounted the horse with him.

Lian Mufeng asked Mo Yuan to sit in front of him, took out a cloak from the horse's girdle and put it on. The thick cloak covered the two of them together, making it airtight. He lightly clamped the horse's belly, and the horse galloped out , leading them back and forth and galloping.

The horse ran fast, and the cold wind blew past his ears. Lian Mu Feng hugged Mo Yuan tightly, pressed his cheek against his, and whispered, "Is it cold? Do you want to slow down?"

Mo Yuan didn't speak, and the heat gradually rising on his face answered him directly.

Lian Mufeng's heart suddenly ignited a fire, and he couldn't help tilting his head to peck his earlobe lightly, again and again, with forbearance and restraint, pecking that round and small place red and hot.

Mo Yuan could no longer feel the chill, panting softly and leaning against his chest: "Mu Feng..."

This soft and affectionate call instantly aroused all the charming and ecstatic memories that Lian Mufeng deliberately suppressed. His hands around Mo Yuan's waist trembled, his lips moved to the back of his slender and fair neck, and his hot breath Dense brand marks fell there, and the voice was slightly hoarse: "Arong, I miss you, I miss you so much!"

Mo Yuan made him tremble slightly from the kiss, turned back, stared at his chapped lips with watery eyes, raised his face and kissed him, brushed the tip of his tongue over the chapped lips, and said distressedly: "I'm afraid you're worried That’s why I asked someone to tell you my whereabouts, and I didn’t want you to rush so recklessly.”

"The battlefield is changing rapidly, and I'm afraid you will have an accident." Lian Mufeng kissed him back, his voice was vague, "You said that the match will be on Dongyue 28 at the latest, and I was a day late because I almost thought I missed you. You haven't started yet."

Mo Yuan chuckled. He expected that the Patriarch of Baili would not cooperate honestly, so he deliberately moved forward the agreed date by two days. But at this moment, he didn't want to mention the disappointing Hundred Insects, so he didn't say anything. A hand came out of the middle, caressed Lian Mufeng's cheek, closed his eyes and pressed against his lips.

Lian Mufeng couldn't help it immediately, bit his lips violently, pushed his teeth away, kissed like a storm, accompanied by hot and heavy breathing.

Mo Yuan snorted, quickly hugged him tightly, and took the initiative to meet his attack, and soon his body was numb from rubbing his wandering hands. Those two hot hands were like two balls of fire, separated by heavy and fierce The clothes touched him back and forth, but it was like scratching his boots, and the fire in the hearts of both of them became more and more intense.

Mo Yuan panted heavily, raised his eyes with affection: "Mu Feng, I miss you too."

Lian Mufeng's chest heaved violently, biting his Adam's apple with his head buried in his throat, panting and whispering: "Stop talking..."

Mo Yuan leaned his head against his arm, let him bite and suck at his throat, raised the corners of his lips and hummed deliberately, "I miss you every night."

"A Rong!" Lian Mufeng let go of his throat suddenly, pulled up the cloak to cover his head, turned his head to look away, and the hot air from his exhalation raised a thick white mist, "Shut up!"

The cold winter months, the twilight, and the wilderness, in this kind of situation, you can't get out of control. Ah Rong is already cold, and if he catches a cold and hurts his body, he will die of heartache.

Mo Yuan's head was covered, and there was only darkness in front of his eyes, and he could only hear his breathing gradually calm after he tried his best to suppress it, and he couldn't help laughing against his chest.

Even the family army was still waiting in place, and Mo Yuan didn't have any reckless thoughts. After smiling for a while, he slid down a little more relaxedly, without showing his head, and pressed his face against his solid chest in the dark, in an extremely dependent posture. Let him gallop quietly.

It didn't take long to rush back to the original place. Lian Mufeng saw the dark Lian family army appearing in the field of vision from a distance, so he lowered his head and said softly: "A Rong, we are here."

Mo Yuan didn't respond.

Lian Mufeng was stunned for a moment, hearing the sound of slow and long breathing in his ears, slowed down the horse and tore the cloak open a crack, looked down, only to find that Mo Yuan had fallen asleep.

He watched Mo Yuan laying on his chest quietly, his heart was so hot that it was about to melt, he couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed that fair forehead, wrapped the cloak tightly again, and didn't run wild anymore, only pulling the reins to let him go The horse walked slowly.

Lian Jiajun stared at the lump on his chest.

Seeing Pei Yuan clasping his fists in salute, Lian Mufeng hurriedly raised his hand to stop him, and pressed his finger to his lips to signal him to keep quiet, and said in a low voice, "A Rong is asleep, please keep your voice down."

Lian Jiajun: "..."

Xing Liu covered half of his eyes and turned his head to look aside, winking at the people around him exaggeratedly.

Lian Mufeng: "..."

Pei Yuan didn't expect his young castle master to be so tender, he paused for a while before regaining his senses, and asked in a low voice: "It's all settled, shall we go back?"

Lian Mufeng nodded.

The army didn't set up camp, and they could leave without any delay by turning their horses. However, seeing Lian Mufeng's cautious appearance, Pei Yuan deliberately suppressed the progress and kept the army at a distance from the two men in front. Lest the rumbling sound wake people up.

Xing Liu rode his horse and approached Pei Yuan, and asked in a low voice: "The ones taken away by Mr. Mo Yao are from the Jiuxi tribe, right?"

Pei Yuan nodded: "Yes."

"Our boss doesn't call him A Yao now, but A Rong?"

Pei Yuan nodded again: "Yes."

Xing Liu saw his unshakable appearance, and scratched his head curiously: "Don't you be curious, who is Mr. Mo Yao?"

Pei Yuan turned his head, looked at him like a donkey, and then looked away.

Xing Liu almost exploded: "What do you mean? If you have something to say, just say it! Who wouldn't stare!"

Pei Yuan paused, and said expressionlessly: "Mr. Mo Yao rescued the people of the Jiuxi tribe, and the boss called him A Rong. The emperor suddenly wanted to re-investigate the case of the Jiuxi tribe back then. There are so many coincidences. Think about it yourself. Long hair just to look good?"

Xing Liu: "..."

After staying away from the battlefield, the Lian family army found a place to rest for the night, and then continued on their way. For the first time, Mo Yuan suffered from lethargy. I thought he hadn't slept well these days, and my heart ached.

After marching like this for several days, they soon arrived at the boundary of Yangzhou. Mo Yuan said he would stop by to see Lin Zhiqiu's grandson and grandson. Lian Mufeng dismissed the army and asked them to go back to Yangzhou City with only a few confidants. I bought some food and things in the house, and after I finished shopping, I took the things out of the city and rushed directly to a farmhouse outside the city.

Lin Zhiqiu is still guilty, and it is inconvenient to live in the city. After returning, he hides his name and settles down in the village. The two households on the left and right live with people from Mo Yuan. Mo Yuan has arranged to take care of him here. They live in There is no competition with the world here, but it is also peaceful and comfortable.

Even when Mu Feng led someone to the door immediately, the neighbors from far and near came over curiously, Pei Yuan shared the things immediately with everyone, and Xing Liu laughed and said: "We are here to visit relatives, my little one." A small gift is not a respect, thank you folks for taking care of my old man."

Lin Zhiqiu has his own bearing, and the neighbors on the left and right have long thought that he is not an ordinary person. Now seeing these tall and thick men and the tall horses beside them, he confirmed his guess in his heart, thanked him enthusiastically, and said Start sniffing.

Xing Liu was quick-spoken, and fooled everyone with a few words. When he turned his head and saw that Pei Yuan had followed Lian Mufeng and Mo Yuan into the chaimen, he immediately followed closely.

The people in the room had already heard the movement, Lin Su'an opened the door, and was pleasantly surprised when he saw someone coming, and shouted to the room with a smile: "Grandpa, it's the young master and Lian Shaoxia who are here!"

Lin Zhiqiu came out quickly, and said with a smile: "Young master, please come in! Lian Shaoxia, please come in! You have worked hard all the way, come in and rest!"

Pei Yuan and others stepped forward to salute with fists in their hands. Xing Liu quickly ran in from the courtyard gate. When he got close, his face was full of seriousness, and he bowed respectfully to Lin Zhiqiu: "Xing Liu has met Mr. Lin."

Lin Zhiqiu smiled and said, "Young Xia Xing's wound has healed?"

"Okay, okay!" Xing Liu nodded again and again, then turned his head to show Lin Su'an a bright smile.

Lin Su'an's face instantly turned red, she lowered her eyes and said nothing, turned around and helped Lin Zhiqiu into the room.

Xing Liu swallowed the words of greeting as soon as they reached his lips, so he could only scratch his head and followed everyone into the room.

Lin Zhiqiu cultivated his body and mind here, and he continued to take medicine with the prescription prescribed by Mo Yuan. Now he looks much better than when he was in southern Xinjiang, and the smile on his face is more open-minded. He invited Mo Yuan and others After being seated, he turned to tell Lin Su'an to go to the kitchen, and said with a smile, "Today's Laba, you guys just came here just in time. I asked An'an to cook some Laba porridge for you, just to warm you up."

Mo Yuan was a little surprised, looked at Lian Mufeng and said, "It's already the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month?"

Lian Mufeng held his hand under the table: "It's the eighth day of the eighth day, you've been sleepy for the past few days."

Xing Liu turned his eyes to the kitchen, strode over, and cleared his throat at the door: "Miss Lin, do you want me to help?"

Lin Su'an hurried to the door and closed the door with a "bang". Thinking about it, she felt impolite, and quickly explained in a low voice: "Gentlemen stay away from the kitchen."

Xing Liu couldn't help scratching his head again.

Lian Mufeng noticed the movement here, looked at Xing Liu with some surprise, and then saw the clear expressions of the people next to him, his heart suddenly brightened.

Mo Yuan didn't pay attention at all, and for some reason, his gaze involuntarily turned to the desk next to him, and landed on a plate of sour plums.

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