THE UNRIVALED MIRACLE DOCTOR AND THE GOD
Chapter 89: The Art of Heavenly Martialism [1]
In the night sky, Mu Qingge only felt after losing a moment's weight, she fell into a warm embrace, and the wind around her was blocked.
Waiting for him to take a closer look, he was actually sitting in a large carriage, and the white-clothed monster was hugging itself.
Hugged by a man who had lived for thousands of years, Mu Qingge suddenly had goosebumps.
He pulled the man's arm without hesitation, crawled out of a warm embrace, and got into the corner of the carriage.
Glancing at the grinning man, he began to look at the layout of the carriage.
This car is really not small.
He estimated in his mind that it was almost a hundred square meters. It's much bigger than it looks from the outside. There's everything in the car. That's exactly the man's bedroom.
just-just
Mu Qingge frowned in confusion.
Every time he saw this old monster, he always wore white clothes. He initially thought that what he loved was pure white. But I don't want to, all the furniture in this carriage is actually pure black.
Black pillows, beds, veils, incense burners, tables and chairs are all black. The endless black seemed to have swallowed a gorgeous red color from her body.
She sat barefoot on the bed and became the only bright color in this space.
It was just that the precious furniture in this carriage did not surprise Mu Qingge, a man with no eyesight. Unless someone told him bluntly that he could easily buy the city outside by picking up inconspicuous furniture here, and he would say something like: "Fu Jia, it's my friend!" "
"Little song ..."
As soon as Si Mo spoke, he saw Mu Qingge extend her hand and make a silent movement. He closed his mouth in amusement again, wanting to see what this little girl wanted to do.
“Main?” Si Mo raised his brow which looked puzzled, his eyebrows filled with excitement.
Mu Qingge sneered: "Although you don't know you, you aren't so boring that you'll appear at the palace banquet and be worshipped by thousands."
“Little Geer really understands me.” Si Mo smiled cheerfully. Laughter, as gentle and as rich as fine wine, rippled in the carriage, as if making all the things in it intoxicated.
Know brother!
Mu Qingge ruthlessly hated this independent man in her heart, trying to keep some distance between the two.
The vigilance behind the dazzling red clothes made Si Mo feel uncomfortable.
But he didn't say much, just answered Mu Qingge's question: “I just want to see you again.” He also wanted to see how he was in front of others.
“Agregnated.” Mu Qingge shook the goosebumps on his arm, and said inwardly: “Please, the old monster who has lived for many years, say the Bara that is not too disgusting.“ Really funny.
“Monster old?” Si Mo recalled Mu Qingge's 'nick' for him, with a smile in his eyes, and he accepted it with pleasure.
If this scene is seen by Gu Ya and Gu Ye, I fear that the three scenes that were finally taken will collapse again.
“What's with your car and Dragon Leopard?” Suddenly, Mu Qingge asked curiously. Clear eyes were filled with a strong thirst for knowledge.
The original black carriage could turn into a burst of smoke. They were all dragons and gusty leopards, but could they swallow the same kind?
Mu Qingge increasingly felt that the old monster that lived for so long was not easy!
Si Mo smiled and said, "Although magic weapons are rare and valuable, they are not unique to you."