The End of the Emperor's Industry

"You..." He was shocked. "Mo Zishu, don't act foolish!" he yelled.He writhed uncomfortably under him, pushing his hands desperately, pressing against him on his own body. "Mo Zishu... calm down, let me go!" He roared unyieldingly, but he smiled wantonly at him.

"No..." He pouted suddenly, with a pure face. "You're playing hard to get, and you say you don't like him..." He raised his finger and poked his forehead. "You cultivators... don't you just say what you mean..." He moved his face close to his exquisite face. "The me right now...is really like..." He licked the corners of his lips, and he said darkly: "The me now is really like a flaming mountain that is about to erupt... ..you save me..."

After saying that, his thin lips were suddenly buried in his neck, the tip of his tongue was connected to his lips, as thin as he wanted.

The warm touch made Mo Bai tremble, his brows were furrowed, and he worked harder. "Mozishu, don't be like this! Mozishu! Be sober!" He screamed vigorously, but the alcohol surging in Mozishu's brain had already blocked his rationality to the sky. How could he listen to it? I have to get into what Mo Bai said.

"Don't do that? Hahahaha...!!!" He laughed arrogantly: "Master Daoist, you don't think I'm shy, why are you so shy..." He pouted , suddenly looked at him pitifully, and said: "I have experience...it's not like I don't teach you..." After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to untie Mo Bai's belt.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Mo Bai couldn't bear it anymore, so he used a magic spell, made two fingers silvery white, and flicked the Mozi book far away.

And quickly got up from the ground, tidied up his clothes, and at the moment when Mo Zishu was about to approach him, he swung the Chengying Sword.

It happened to land between his necks, life and death were exactly an inch away, between a thought.

Fortunately, the Mozi Shu stopped in time.

"Mozishu! Have you had enough trouble! It's only been a few days, and you're not going to make a mistake?! It's your Gu Bufan who is important! Good thing your snake clan is important!" He roared hysterically, and the spear in his hand The sword kept trembling.

"Hahahahaha..." Mo Zishu heard the words, but dismissed Mo Bai's faithful advice. He pointed at himself, and then said: "Hahahaha, what are the snake tribes! The world of Mozi's book exists only for a man named Gu Bufan! Now, he is gone, what am I doing with this lonely and empty tomb!" His every word and sentence was completely sad.At this moment, his already shaky body began to stagger.Seeing his tearful eyes, at this moment, Mo Bai couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

Although Mo Bai didn't know what it was, just looking at this Mozi book so sad, he reaffirmed an idea in his heart.

That is, love hurts others, what he will do in the future is to cut off love...

He absolutely can't harm his great career of cultivating immortals because of his son and daughter's love.

"Mozishu, don't make excuses for yourself anymore! Since ancient times, the emperor has been lonely! If you can't give your snake people a future, why bother to be the snake king! Don't you think that you are mediocre! "

After finishing speaking, Mo Bai pointed at Mo Zishu's sword edge, and moved a little closer. He said: "Since you can't afford the future of the snake clan, you should die!" He snorted contemptuously : "Honestly, if I were you, I would definitely die..." His voice was stern, piercing people's hearts.

It's just that Mo Bai is like this, but he just wants to make Mo Zishu sober...