What do you mean Mo Xun didn't know what Lin Huan meant.

"I mean it's not just you two who marry me." Lin Huan said anxiously, for fear that the savage girl would be angry at any time.

"What, you mean you have more than one girlfriend." Mo Xun seemed to understand something: "tell me quickly, how many girlfriends do you have?"

"Not much, actually." Lin Huan felt guilty.

"How much, say it." Mo Xun became serious.

"Just a dozen." What Lin Huan said is very light.

"What, a dozen? You have a dozen girlfriends." Mo Xun's eyes were bigger than duck's eggs for a moment. He couldn't believe his ears.

However, Lin Huan even nodded.

"You have more than a dozen girlfriends. You have more than a dozen girlfriends, so I'm the first one." Mo Xun was a little excited and lost his mind.

"You are the twelfth." Lin Huan answered honestly.

Don't smell words, only feel the head buzzing explosion. In a moment of anger, he fell on Lin Huan, but he didn't care about shyness, and began to bite.

"You big villain, you big villain, you cheat me and bully me like this." Don't beat and scold.

Lin Huan didn't expect that Mo Xun's heart was so strong. If you want to know that this girl is so hard to provoke, you should hold her in your mouth first, and when the time is right, you can do it again. But that's it. That's it.

Mo Xun from the initial can't believe, to the anger, and then to the final default fact, can't help but silence.

This makes Lin Huan a little worried. He can't help looking at Mo Xun. Who knows that Mo Xun started to cry. This makes Lin Huan scared, won't it, this wench can't think of it?

Lin Huan couldn't help stroking Mo Xun. He was thrown away by Mo Xun. When Lin Huan felt guilty, he stroked her again and said, "don't be angry, Mo Xun." Mo Xun angrily threw off his hand again.

Lin Huan kept talking. He watched Mo Xun sitting next to him, holding his slender knees. His long hair fell down on the smooth jade back. His whole body looked exquisite and beautiful. Lin Huan can't help but touch up, show that pair of magic incomparable hand, knock on Mo Xun's body.

Lin Huan's hands are slender, long and magical. At the beginning, Mo Xun still slightly resisted. At that time, when Lin Huan's hands touched her with magic, Mo Xun could not help but eliminate his vigilance.

Mo Xun's skin is smooth, delicate and comfortable to touch. Lin Huan gradually reveled in the boundless beauty, and could not help hugging Mo Xun in his arms again, completing a journey for the third time.

Mo Xun felt the wonderful feeling of being immortal. He buried his head tightly in Lin Huan's arms and said, "master, you know I like you. You won't abandon me."

"How could I abandon you? What nonsense did I say?" Lin Huan comforted him.

"But I have eleven sisters before me, and I have the shortest contact with you. You certainly don't have deep feelings for me." Mo Xun could not help but express his worries.

"Mo Xun, we have experienced life and death, and you have saved my life. How can I be that ungrateful person?" Lin Huan said solemnly.

Mo Xun said, "yes, I can save your life."

Mo Xun finally got rid of his worries, and happiness fell like a cat in Lin Huan's arms.

After Lin Huan and Mo Xun's romantic moment, they get up after finishing their clothes. Mo Xun saw that Lin Huan's injury had recovered. He could not help but said in surprise: "master, your injury is really good."

Lin Huan said with a smile, "that's natural. Our master's Kung Fu is unparalleled in the world." However, he said to Mo Xun, "Mo Xun, when we are alone, don't call us the master."

When Mo Xun thought of that lingering, his face turned red again. He nodded and called out: "brother Huan."

Lin Huan laughs and hugs Mo Xun to feel his soft body.

"Brother Huan, this time you escaped from the conspiracy of Shura sword to respect them. They won't let you go. What are your plans for the future? " Mo Xun asked anxiously.

"They won't let me go, and I won't let them go yet?" Lin Huan solemnly said: "don't worry, don't worry. Since ancient times, evil is more than good. They certainly won't have anything to fear."

Mo Xun nodded and said, "but you must be careful to guard against them."

Lin Huan nodded and said, "that's necessary." But when Lin Huan said this, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and he was in a hurry for a moment.

"Brother Huan, what's the matter with you?" Mo Xun asked.

What's wrong? What's wrong? Lin Huan suddenly patted his head and cried, "no, it's dangerous."

Don't look for Lin Huan's dangerous appearance. For a moment, he doesn't dare to ask more questions. He just looks at Lin Huan quietly.

"Mo Xun, come back with me. I'm worried that Shura jianzun and others will not benefit Mo Wen's disciples." Lin Huan said.

"Yes, although we don't have many disciples in Jianmen, we can't just sit by and watch them." Mo Xun nodded and said.

"Exactly." Lin Huan was in a lot of places.

Now Lin Huan and Mo Xun flew down the mountain. Mo Xun's martial arts are not very good, but his lightness skill is very good. He is not behind Lin Huan at all.

In the rush, Lin Huan asked: "Mo Xun, didn't I ask you to lead the disciples down the mountain? How did you come back?"

Mo Xun couldn't help laughing: "fortunately I came back. If I didn't come back, I would never see you again."

It turned out that after Mo Xun led his disciples down the mountain, he suddenly thought that Lin Huan seemed to have a lot on his mind, and he forced his disciples away. For a moment, he thought that Lin Huan might be in danger, so he couldn't help but feel relieved. However, just as Lin Huan said, his martial arts not only can't help him, but also can implicate Lin Huan, so he hesitates all the time.

However, Mo Xun was more interested in mechanical manufacturing since she was a child, so she thought of some whimsical ideas all day and made trouble. This makes Mo Xun's grandfather sad. One is that he is worried that there will be no successor in his kung fu. The other is that Mo Wen's sword gate will disappear sooner or later. So because Mo Wen likes to make trouble with the things that make trouble, he neglects his martial arts. As a result, my martial arts practice is in a mess, but my whimsical ideas have made great progress with the increase of reading.