Princess Sets Poison Again

Chapter 518 Thought She Was A Domestic Kitten

It took a long time for Mo Yan to stop reluctantly, holding tightly the **** and panting lightly.

Bai Taner also lay softly in Mo Yan's arms, only a trace of clearness in his head, raised his eyes and stared, "Why do you kiss me?"

Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, "The reward for drinking blood."

The white raccoon paused, pursed his mouth, and squeezed Mo Yan's neck again.

She was paid for it, and she drank more.

After taking a few sips, Bai Taner couldn't bear it any more, only lying on his neck and licking the blood drops from the wound.

Mo Yan unconsciously raised the corners of her lips, and her eyes were radiant with silver-purple eyes.

The smile that made the bustling endless, instantly fascinated Bai Juer's eyes.

Bai Taner stared at Mo Yan dully, and said earnestly, "You look so beautiful when you laugh."

Why aren't nice people laughing? Master doesn't laugh often.

The ink frowns slightly, and then slowly curls the radian of the lips.

Did he laugh? It turned out that he would laugh too.

Mo Yan reached out and wiped Yin Hong rubbing the corners of Baijuer's lips disgustingly, asking indifferently, "Are you going back?"

"not going back."

Beaver shook her head without thinking.

Master went to wish the Dragon King a birthday. Only Xiao Huang and Xiao Bai were on the Qingqing Peak, so she would not go back.

The corners of Mo Yan's lips were raised high again, and he took Bai Lier into his arms, and he softly pursed, "Sleep."

Mo Yan did not pay attention to the defense of men and women because the **** became a human.

Bai Juer did not stay away from Mo Yan because he became a human figure, and still chopped him tightly like an octopus.

The two hugged and slept together as before.

"what……"

In the early morning the next day, Mo Yan was awakened by a scream.

Mo Yan opened his eyes and found that Beaver became a fiery red ball again.

Bailier stunned his head against Mo Yan's chest, and grumbled, "Why did I go back again?"

Is it easy for her to change herself? Why did she keep turning like this over and over again to make her happy.

Mo Yan went back to her, gently holding her in her arms.

"You're still too shallow, so your transformation is also very unstable. It will be stable after a while."

Bai Taner reluctantly lamented, "Ah, I have been practicing for a thousand years, and I am still too shallow."

When she was five hundred years old, the master said that she was still a shallow student. Now she is a thousand years old. Why do she still say that she is a young student.

Baitaner looked at Mo Yan with persuasion. "How old are you?"

He said she was still too shallow, and he didn't look much older than her.

"Twenty thousand."

The white **** stared at Mo Yan.

He was 20,000 years old, but he looked like he was about the same age as her.

Immediately, the **** was abandoned again.

Two thousand years old, so old.

Mo Yan was instantly stimulated by Bai Juer's disgusting little eyes.

This little thing even thinks he is old. Is he old? He is obviously very young.

After having breakfast, Mo Yan held Bai Juer in the garden, but met Mo Yan.

Seeing Mo Yan, Mo Yan turned and wanted to leave, but it was too late.

Mo Yan flashed in front of Mo Yan and blocked his way.

Baitaner nestled in Mo Yan's arms, blinked and stared at Mo Yan.

This person is again, this person seems to like to follow Amo very much.

When Bai Taner was looking at Mo Yan, Mo Yan was also looking at her.

"Yo, this little thing is still there. I didn't expect you to really care about raising a pet."

Mo Yan smiled and reached out to touch the beaver.

Mo Yan's eyes were cold, and just before waving Mo Yan's hand, Bai Taner rushed out first.

The sharp claws were unceremoniously in Mo Yan's hand, and fiercely scratched.

"hiss!"

Mo Yan closed his hands in pain, and three blood stains were clearly visible on the back of the original white fat hand.

Bai Taner stared at Mo Yan gloatfully.

He also wanted to touch her. He thought she was a domestic kitten.

Mo Yan raised his eyes and stared at Beaver with a distorted expression. "Damn, dare to scratch me to see that I don't pinch you today."

Mo Yan said, and then he hurriedly reached out to catch Baijuer.

The **** was shocked and immediately retracted into Mo Yan's arms like a little daughter-in-law for protection.

Mo Yan also protected Baijuer in his arms for the first time.

Mo Yan grabbed an empty space, and shot it again without hesitation, but suddenly Mo Yan pinched his neck.

"Ok……"

Mo Yan was startled and struggled subconsciously.

The more Mo Mo struggled, the tighter Mo Mo's hand became.

Breathing became more and more difficult, Mo Yan suddenly panicked, blushing and shouted, "Mo Yan, you dare to hurt me, I will not let you go."

There was a flash of killing in Mo Yan's eyes, and he squeezed hard.

Mo Yan couldn't catch her breath, her eyes kept rolling up, like she was about to die.

"Give me just the right amount, otherwise I will let you taste the spirit."

Mo Yan looked at Mo Yan coldly, his strength was not loose, as if he was going to be crushed at any time.

After hearing the words "Hun Fei Mo San", Mo Yan shook himself, almost scared.

Mo Yan did not really pinch Mo Yan, although he really wanted to pin him.

Mo Yan threw him away disgustingly as if he had thrown rubbish, and held away the beaver.

Mo Yan sat on the ground and breathed the air greedily, and his dark eyes stared at Mo Yan's back in a vicious manner.

Mo Yan, you wait for me, I will one day and night break you.

"I thought you were going to kill him."

Bai Taner was lying on Mo Yan's back, looking at Mo Yan's vicious mouth and face, his heart became even more unhappy.

"Dirty hands."

There was a trace of distaste in the calm voice.

"That man is really dirty," Bai Taner blinked, and curiously said, "Yes, who is he?"

"An unimportant person."

Bai Taner looked at Mo Yan's expressionless face, and suddenly he was not interested in asking questions.

She found that this man was really stuffy, and she couldn't say a few words at the end of the day.

Bailier stayed for another month. She talked with Mo Yan every day and asked questions. Even if she got answers that were equal to no answers, Bailier was very happy.

After drinking Momo's blood for a month, it took longer and longer for Beaver to become a person.

Mo Yan also became more and more accustomed to the existence of Baijuer, and the two became more harmonious.

That night, the white **** was lying on the bed, squatting with fruits on Mo Yan's chest.

"I'm good, or your master."

Mo Yan whispered the beaver's hair and suddenly asked.

"Master."

Bai Taner focused on the fruit, thinking out the answer without thinking.

Mo Yan's face turned black for a moment, and he continued to ask, "I look good, or your master looks good."

When asked this question, there was a hint of confidence in Mo Yan's voice.

Although he had never met her master, he was still confident in his appearance.

"Master."

In her heart, Master looks the best.

Mo Yan's face turned black again. He took a deep breath and continued to ask, "If I fight with your master, who will you help?"

"Master."

Still answering without hesitation.

Mo Yan's forehead suddenly twitched with blue veins, and moved his face in front of Bai Tan'er unwillingly.

"Master."

Bai Taner did not look at Mo Yan, and concentrated on the fruit.

Mo Yan's face was as black as carbon, grabbing the fruit in her hand and biting a big bite with anger.

"Why are you grabbing me?"

The white **** stared wryly, and immediately reached out to grab it.

Mo Zhuo held up the fruit with only the core of the fruit, angrily said, "The fruit is mine, get it from your master."

The **** pouted aggrievedly, "Go."

Bai Taner's temper also came, and he really got out of bed and went back.

Mo Yan became even more angry when he saw her, rudely pulled her into her arms, and kissed him fiercely.

"Well……"

Beaver's eyes widened and he was hammered angrily.

No matter how the **** struggles, Mo Yan just doesn't let go, but he gets tighter and tighter.

Where Bair'er suffered these things, he softened quickly, forgetting to struggle, and let him kiss deeper.