Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 1750 The spirit behind the little celestial master (99)

   She was originally his.

  What he did to her was taken for granted.

  When this idea came up, Yu Moqian felt that it was vicious, but it was firmly rooted in his mind like a poison.

  Suddenly he heard a panting sound, which pierced his bones.

  But it was stronger than a knife, and Yu Moqian's face turned pale.

  His hands were clenched into fists, and the knuckles were so hard that the outline could be seen.

  Suddenly, a pair of warm hands came around from behind him, and the naked Bai Weiwei was already enticingly wrapped around him.

"do you like me?"

   she asked in a low voice.

  Yu Moqian wanted to nod, but lost all strength.

  He knew that he had fallen into the psychedelic power of the ancient mirror, which was all an illusion.

  Her fingers are soft and white, her body is warm and seductive, like a seductive spirit, no matter where he flees, he can't escape her temptation.

  Yu Moqian bit his lip tightly, feeling that the temperature of his skin was going to explode.

  His fingers were tightly clenched, and he tried to loosen it several times, but without success.

  Clearly knew it was an illusion.

  How can I keep sinking, a low-level illusion.

   It is not difficult for him to untie.

  But Yu Moqian just stood there blankly, letting this hallucination keep surrounding him.

  The obsession with evil thoughts in his heart finally caught his weakness, making him unable to escape but being entangled by dark, paranoid malice.

  The malice did not dissipate over time.

   Instead, Yu Moqian's body and love for Bai Weiwei continued to grow and grow.

  The more you care, the more you like it.

  The more dark thoughts and various imperceptible worries there are.

  And these negative energies are all malicious nutrients.

  Yu Moqian even heard countless voices urging him deep in his heart.

   She is his.

  So he can do anything.

   She was willing, so he didn't offend her.

  Yu Moqian loosened his fingers, his pupils were as bright as flames, like the other shore flowers rising from the abyss.

  He stretched out his hand and put it on the back of her hand holding his waist.

  Little by little, his fingers moved up, this movement was very gentle.

  Like a feather, it brushes gently.

   But this action is very domineering, the fingers are holding her wrist in a restrained posture.

   "Yu Moqian... hug me."

  Bai Weiwei's voice came from behind. That charming and sweet call could make people fall into **** and return to heaven.

  Yu Moqian knew that this illusion had become more and more real with his indulgence.

  He was in a daze for a moment, couldn't help turning around, grabbed her hand, and pressed her to his chest.

  Beneath Bai Weiwei's thick eyelashes, her eyes are bright, and her coquettish face is different from the usual delicate and lovely.

   But very touching.

  Yu Moqian's voice also sank, "The you in my heart is simply blaspheming you."

  Although men always have some unrealistic ideas about the girls they like.

  But he is different from those men.

  Ordinary men may have flashed that thought, and then it dissipated by itself.

  But he won't, instead, he will accumulate terrible malice and hide it deep in his heart.

  If it weren't for the huge malice of the pen, he would have ruined it.

   It is estimated that he does not have the ability to pretend to be a gentle big brother now.

  Yu Moqian sneered, but now, although he can still pretend to be desireless, gentle and affectionate.

  But the darkness in my heart has accumulated too much.

   There was a pen pressing before.

   Now he dare not use the power of the pen.

  (end of this chapter)