Chapter 452 Touching Uncle Mo's Butt (1)

"Xiao Geer, is this an invitation to me?"

Si Mo was lying on the bed, hugging the 'scorching sun' in his arms, and the depths of his amber eyes were full of confusion.

I'm afraid that at this time, Mu Qingge stabbed him in the heart, and he would not let go, let alone leave.

invite?

In the depths of Mu Qingge's clear eyes, a cold light flashed across.

The smile on the corner of his mouth became more coquettish. She stretched out her exquisite fingers, gently lifted Si Mo's slightly blue chin, and raised his head slightly.

Si Mo cooperated with her, his eyes full of doting smiles.

"The number one expert in the Linchuan mainland, His Majesty the Holy King of the Saint Yuan Empire wants to personally warm the bed for the master, how could the master refuse?" Mu Qingge's red lips parted slightly, and the words she said were a little arrogant and evil.

"Warming the bed?" There was a danger flowing in Si Mo's amber eyes. His little Ge'er actually regarded him as a girl who warmed the bed?

The sharp fingertips gently slid across Si Mo's face.

It seems that Mu Qingge is carefully describing his facial features: "This kind of beauty is rare in the world. Today, I am really honored. But..."

Her movements gradually descended.

Follow the tip of Simo's nose to his lips, his chin. Then, he swam across his neck along his chin, came to the looming collarbone in his clothes, and stroked back and forth a few times.

Si Mo's eyes gradually blurred, and in the depths of the amber color, there was a touch of coquettish rose red.

His little song is playing with fire.

However, he damned didn't want to refuse, let alone stop.

The silver fingertips lingered on the unbelievably beautiful collarbone for a while, and after outlining the shape of the neck socket, they left in satisfaction and continued down.

She gently pushed back Simo's clothes, revealing her fair chest and perfect, powerful muscle lines.

In the end, her hand came to his heart.

Suddenly, Mu Qing's movements stopped, and Si Mo could clearly feel that Mu Qing's movements increased. He even felt that sharp fingertips wanting to cut his skin.

He didn't move, he was interested to see what his little Ge'er was going to do.

There was a dull pain in his chest, and where Si Mo's heart was pressed against by his fingertips, a drop of blood-red blood burst out of his skin.

That drop of blood, on his chest, was like a blood-red gem.

"However, I don't know if His Majesty the Holy King is clean in body and mind? I have a cleanliness habit. A dirty person can't warm my bed." Mu Qingge said viciously.

Si Mo didn't seem to notice the wound on his chest, and he could only see Mu Qingge's figure in his eyes: "Don't worry, Xiao Geer, I take a bath every day, and it can't be cleaner."

After that, he raised his hand and wiped the wound with his fingertips.

Beads of blood appeared on his fingertips.

Mu Qingge narrowed her eyes, looked at him, and loosened her fingertips. And just after she loosened her fingertips, she was surprised to find that the wound on Simo's chest healed in an instant without any abnormality.

It seemed that the scene just now was just her fantasy.

Such a powerful healing ability is probably comparable to her body modified by genetic modification agents!

Mu Qingge was shocked by Si Mo's recovery ability, but the latter held the blood bead and placed it in front of Mu Qingge.

The blood drop seemed to have condensed into the appearance it had just overflowed, and it did not change because of Si Mo's movements. It stood on his fingertips, as if it had life, and the blood inside was constantly flowing, with a bit of radiance.