Morning Star

Chapter 336 The beauty is...under me?

The demon god's calm face finally showed a trace of embarrassment: "I no longer have the strength to do so, and I can't leave here. Only you can help me."

As if thinking of something, he said, "I know that with your personality, you definitely don't want to agree so easily. And I don't have anything good to offer you, I'm sorry about that. But I have to remind you that as long as you are alive, you and that obsession will meet sooner or later. Although the obsession's strength is not as good as mine in my heyday, it is definitely not an ordinary person, and you are not able to compete with it with your current strength. When you meet, a battle is inevitable."

Mo Xinglan was so angry that he almost laughed after hearing his words: "Then I really have to thank you."

Thank you family!

Demon: "To be precise, my whole family includes you."

Mo Xinglan: “…”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, not wanting to argue with them.

He sneered, "You want me to help you destroy your own obsession, but you don't even know where that obsession is now."

"Feel sorry."

Mo Xinglan: “…”

He really wanted to say to him what Jiuer had said before: if apologies were useful, then what was the point of having the police?

"Don't rush to apologize. What is your obsession?" This is the key point.

"I forgot."

Mo Xinglan: “…”

If he wasn't just a spirit now and was still in a weak state, he would have slapped him.

The demon god seemed to realize his problem and said with some embarrassment: "Well, when my soul was shattered, I forgot a lot of things."

Mo Xinglan: “…”

……

He got angry when he thought back to the demon god's clueless look. It just added to his troubles.

He raised his eyes and looked at the demon statue in front of him with gritted teeth, wishing he could smash it to pieces with a slap.

I really want to swear at people without restraint like Jiuer.

Chujiu, who was supporting him, noticed his mood change and looked down in confusion: "Xingxing, what's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"

Following his gaze, I looked towards the demon statue. No problem.

Could he still be angry because she was staring at the stone statue of the demon?

"Xingxing, don't be angry. It's just a stone statue, not a real person. Even if it is a real person, it's not as good as you. There's no need to be angry about this." She gently stroked his chest with her hand to calm him down, "Calm down, calm down."

He retracted his gaze and stared at the cute little face, then suddenly grabbed the little hand that was helping him to calm down.

Chujiu: “?”

He slowly sat up, and with the hand that was holding her wrist he pulled hard, pulling her into his arms.

Chujiu was suddenly pulled by him, and his body became unstable and all the strength fell on him.

Mo Xinglan forgot for a moment that he was still weak. He lost his balance and fell to the ground, being pressed down firmly by Chujiu.

The two of them were stunned for a few seconds, and Chujiu was about to get up in a panic. However, a hand grabbed the back of his head, and his waist was tightened, and he fell back into his arms. Then his lips were blocked tightly.

"Well?!"

This, this, this, is this okay? Here? It's not okay to do this in such a sacred and solemn place? Isn't it too disrespectful to the statue of the Demon God?

Noticing that she was distracted, Mo Xinglan frowned slightly, and left her lips to remind her unhappily: "Why are you daydreaming? Be serious."

"But... isn't this bad?" She glanced around meaningfully.

Mo Xinglan looked down on her and deliberately misinterpreted her meaning: "Not good? Why is it not good? Is it because my skills are not good, or am I not attractive enough to you? Huh?"

"Uh... that's not what I meant." She was confused and really thought that he didn't understand what she meant, so she explained, "Look, this is the Demon God Temple. It's such a sacred and solemn place, we should be normal, right?"

Mo Xinglan was silent. He looked at her with his deep eyes for a long time and then said softly, "Jiu'er."

"Ok?"

"Demon God... is it good looking?"

"It looks good." After she answered, she realized something and immediately shook her head to deny it, "No, no, no, it doesn't look good. No, it's not that it doesn't look good. It's just that it's not as good-looking as you."

It's too fake to say that she's not pretty. After all, she is really pretty.

Unexpectedly, he tilted his head and didn't believe her: "But you always think about him."

"what?"

Chujiu was confused: "What do you mean I am considering him? Do you understand what I just said? I said this place is not suitable for doing this kind of thing, it's not good, I didn't mean to consider him."

"..."

This time Mo Xinglan didn't say anything. Instead, he pressed her head down with a little force on his hands and buried his head in the crook of her neck.

Chujiu paused, supported himself on the ground and thought: "Stars?"

"Don't move." He held her body tightly with both hands, and spoke in a muffled voice, "Let me hold you for a while."

She stopped struggling and lay quietly on top of him.

Noticing that his body was trembling slightly, she became worried: "Xingxing, are you feeling unwell?"

"No."

"What's the matter? Did you remember something...unhappy?" She couldn't think of any other reason.

"..."

He was silent for a long time. Chujiu thought he would not answer her, but suddenly he answered softly: "Yeah."

Then I heard him murmur in a naughty voice: "Kiss me, and I won't be sad."

“……” She believed his lies.

But even so, she raised her head and gently placed a kiss on his soft and slightly cool lips.

It was easy to fall down, but hard to leave. The back of his head was grabbed again.

"..."

fraud!

But he thought about it and realized that he had been deceived anyway. A beautiful woman...under him? He didn't care, and she didn't care either. It would be a waste if she didn't take advantage of the free tofu.

Thinking this way, I no longer had any worries and actively started a verbal battle with him.

Chujiu's sudden change made Mo Xinglan stunned for a moment, but he quickly recovered.

The lips open and close when they meet, which is a test of lung capacity. Whoever gets choked up first is the loser.

And in this round of battle, Mo Xinglan was already the loser from the moment Chujiu started to fight seriously. Who made him want to kiss when he was weak? If he didn't lose, who would?

"Um……"

As expected, Mo Xinglan couldn't breathe and groaned. His head was dizzy from lack of oxygen.

Chujiu heard it but still deliberately put her arms around his neck without stopping, even with a hint of revenge in her heart.

The kiss finally ended when Mo Xinglan no longer had the strength to hold her.

Mo Xinglan frowned and gasped with his head tilted back, sweat beads on his forehead, his hair was messy after being rubbed by Chujiu, and stuck to his forehead. His eyes were blurry and his cheeks were stained with two bright red spots.

Chujiu was panting, looking at him smugly, as if he had gotten his revenge. However, he was so fascinated by his current appearance that he couldn't take his eyes off. He even had the urge to beat him up.

But seeing that he had been out of breath for a long time, I was afraid that he really would not be able to catch his breath and would be carried over.

She quickly got off him and sat beside him, gently stroking his chest to calm him down: "Xingxing, are you okay?"