The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

In the pool, the lotus flower faintly emits a kind of clear fragrance, sniffing the taste. The spirit of Qin and Mo is gradually getting a little bit up. He seems to have not slept for a long time.

The self-cultivator will be energetic when he adjusts his interest. After he comes to the realm of cultivation, he spends his time in the night. If it is not Lin Zizhen, he will not rest tonight.

When Qin Mo was about to enter the dreamland, a warm body was posted from the side, and he was tightly held in his arms. Qin Mo stayed and immediately woke up.

It’s just that I’ve been sleeping around Qin Mo’s side.

Qin Mo has always liked to be intimate contact with people. When he moved his body and just wanted to break away from the embrace of the forest, he found that he was tightly held by the forest. Lin Zi’s powerful arms made Qin Mo have an illusion that he could not escape his arms anyway.

At the same time, Lin Zikai’s voice of grievance came from above: "Master, I am cold."

Qin Mo reached out and the palm of his hand fell on the chest. The body temperature of Lin Zizhen was indeed much lower than him. It is winter, the ambient temperature is very low, and the cold is normal.

Qin Mo hesitated for a moment, retracted his hand, and then let Lin Zizhen hold it. After all, Lin Zikai was watching him grow up, he didn't have to worry about it. At this time, Qin Mo forgot, the comprehension is not afraid of the cold and heat, as long as the operation of a j□j inner spiritual power, it will keep the body temperature within the normal range.

Feeling the soft feeling of Qin Mo's finger on his body, Lin Zi's body trembled a little, in the dark, he stared at Qin ink, his eyes shining, his face showing a satisfied smile.

In the dark stone cave, the two kept in a state of embracing each other, and there was an indescribable warmth that slowly spread between the two.

Perhaps this hug is too warm, or perhaps the atmosphere is too good, Lin Zizhen suddenly buried his head in the neck of Qin Mo, hot and breathe Qin Mo body, his voice is somewhat erratic: "Master, you should not leave me again, good or not?"

Leaning against the chest of the forest, listening to his steady heartbeat, the sound of his breathing was heard behind his ear. Qin Mo did not sleep at all.

Lin Zikai’s voice was a little rare and fragile. Qin ink’s eyes closed and his eyes were unclear. After a long time, he heard his voice sound in the empty stone room: “Well.”

Lin Zi was satisfied with Qin Mo and closed his eyes. Only a slight stream of water in the pool was left in the entire space. Under this atmosphere, the two gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, Qin Mogang opened his eyes and saw the well-being of the forest. At this time his face was tightly attached to the chest of the forest, and Linzi’s chin was pressing over his shoulder. This posture gives Qin Mo a feeling of falling in the wind.

Sensitively aware that the breath of the Huaizhong people has changed, Lin Zikai immediately opened his eyes.

Compared with Lin Zikai's eyes, looking at his black and white eyes, Qin Mo is not self-conscious. Breaking away from the embrace of the forest, Qin Mo right hand to support the bed, want to sit up from the stone bed.

The right hand extended, but the hand touched a hot object, and the object was touched by him, and it moved slightly. Qin ink body was stiff and slowly lowered his head. It was obvious that Linzi’s robes were raised upwards.

Qin Mo quickly released his hand, and he almost overwhelmed his head, but his cheeks were red at the speed visible to the naked eye. He had rarely touched his place before, and it was the first time he met someone else.

Qin ink long eyelashes kept twitching, lips are tight, always with a little blush on the cold face, just like the winter snow melts, the spring blossoms, there is a beautiful feeling.

Lin Zi looked at Qin Mo, and the convex part below was obvious. At this moment, Lin Zizhen only wore a thin coat, and when he moved, he was clearly seen.

Qin Mo lightly coughed, so he stood calmly and stood up and put on his robe. He knows that every man will do this in the morning, even if the comprehension is self-cultivating, he will not lose this function, so he did not think much, but he left the place in a hurry.

Looking at Qin Mo's back, Lin Ziyi's eyes drooped down, fell on the robes, and sighed softly, then slowly extended his hand and shook it up. Imagine just touching the beautiful touch at first touch. His eyes are low and his mouth is low. He said, "Let's wait, it's not time."

Out of the stone cave, by the cold wind outside, Qin ink face gradually recovered as usual.

There are several Demon disciples who have hurriedly walked in front of Qin Mo. They still have a few people on their shoulders. Qin ink has a sharp eye. At first glance, they see that the people who have been shackled have lost their lives, and they all died under the sword. Similar to the few people yesterday, they are all a sword.

Qin Mo brow wrinkled, do not understand what is going on in this demon world, there is always a feeling of mountain rain to wind up the building.

Qin Mo saw the few people at the same time, and those few magic repairs also clearly saw Qin Mo.

When I saw Qin Mo, the faces of those people suddenly sank. One of the green magical repairs immediately threw the body onto the body behind the magic repair. The footsteps stepped out, and the whole body took the cold and rushed toward Qin Mo, and shouted in the mouth. : "Damn the right way monk."

This monk is as good as Qin Mo, and it is the late stage of the silence. At this moment, he suddenly riots, and the power cannot be underestimated.

The face of Qin ink was the same. He stepped back one step at his feet, and his hands quickly formed a seal. A thunder was slowly formed behind him, and then the thunder screamed out and directly smashed the person.

This move was studied by Qin Mo after he entered the spiritual silence period and relied on his Lei Ling Ling.

The amount of lightning power is just fierce, and the world is evil. Just touching the magic body, it created a huge whirlpool, shrouded the magic. Surprised by this power, the remaining demons looked at each other and quickly retreated.

Waiting for the energy to disperse, I saw that the attack on the Qin Mo Green Devil had been completely shaken by the thunder and lightning, and the station was unable to move.

Qin ink fingered the song, and several people in front of his eyes swept over. Should he kill the chicken and the monkey? Otherwise, there are always some inexplicable people who want to kill him. It is not a good thing. But after killing them, there should be more trouble.

Qin Mo's eyes flashed and hesitated.

When Qin Mo thought about it, the air next to it fluctuated, and then the bluestone figure appeared here.

He first glanced at Qin Mo, and then his eyes fell behind a few demons, his brows wrinkled. A pair of people in the direction of a wave of sleeves, a strong wind hit, fell on those people.

After being attacked by that force, the bodies of those people trembled and fell backwards. They were previously immersed in the body by the intoxication of Qin Mo.

Qingshi’s eyebrows were so cold that he shouted: “Roll!”

The few people only snorted, did not dare to resist, secretly glanced at Qin Mo, picked up the body on the ground, and quickly left here.

Seeing that the eyes are not here, Qingshi only reappeared to Qin Mo. He stared at Qin Mo with his eyes without any waves, and said without any emotion: "The palace owner wants to see Lin's predecessors, I don't know where he is?"

When Qin Mogang wanted to open his mouth, he felt a hand suddenly sticking out from behind him and falling on his shoulder. At the same time, he walked to his side with a little steam.

"What is it?" Lin Ziyi leaned on the side of Qin Mo, and asked casually.

"The palace owner has something to do, please ask the seniors of Lin to discuss it." Qingshi is very respectful to Lin Zikai. After all, the fear of the strong is the unchanging truth of the devil world.

“Oh?” Lin Zi’s voice was unclear, and even as he stood up straight, he took Qin ink and walked forward.

Looking at Lin Zikai with Qin Mo, Qing Shi's eyes turned slightly, and he wanted to say something but swallowed it, only silently followed the two behind him.

When I walked into the hall of the North Palace, there was a loud noise coming from the face. It was still a large hall filled with demons. There are many bodies in the center of the main hall, and the main body of the Four Palaces sits gloomyly above.

When Qin Mo just entered it, he felt the malicious look from the surrounding magical self-cultivation. Apparently they are very unwelcome to Qin Mo, but they are not willing to act rashly because of Lin Zi, who is surrounded by Qin Mo.

"There were many disciples who lost their lives under the sword in the past two days. There are even two Jindan period magic repairs." Looking at Lin Ziyu sitting down, the blue blood slowly said, his brows were tight, and there was a tone. A few tired.

"Is it the right way to do the monks?" Lin Zi blinked and glanced at the central body.

When I heard this, Qin Mo had a bit of joy in his heart. Those who were in the right way of the monk would be able to save Lingyun.

Lin Ziqi grabbed Qin Mo's hand but slammed it tightly. Qin Mo looked at Lin Ziwei with some doubts. He didn't find any change in his face, and he thought about Lingyun and others again.

Lin Zikai’s expression was coldened bit by bit, and he was holding the hand of Qin Mo, and the dark light in his eyes.

"Impossible, after the advanced interface monk enters the low-level interface, in addition to the special interface of the Weihai world, the strength will be suppressed, even the magic of the magical domain will be weakened after coming to the next demon domain. No matter what the monks before the monk repaired How high, now they can not break the stone meditation and enchantment here." Green blood sitting above, this is arrogant.