Chapter 1750 The Spirit Behind the Little Celestial Master (99)

She was his.

It's only natural for him to do anything to her.

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, making Yu Moqian's face turn pale.

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

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands came around from behind him, and Bai Weiwei, who was not wearing clothes, was already wrapped around him enchantingly.

"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 lips 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 failed.

Obviously 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 illusion continue to surround him.

Those evil attachments in his heart finally caught his weakness, making him unable to escape but being entangled by dark, paranoid malice.

These 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.

There are more dark thoughts and all kinds of subtle worries.

And these negative energies are all malicious nutrients.

Yu Moqian even heard countless voices encouraging 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, gently passing by.

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 hell 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.

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

But very moving.

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 what makes him different from those men is.

Ordinary men may have flashed that thought before dissipating on their own.

But he won't, instead it will accumulate into terrible malice, hidden 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 his heart has accumulated too much.

Previously there were pens to press.

Now he dare not use the power of the pen.