Mo Li looked around and saw the clothes falling on the ground.

The sword of heartfelt love is wrapped in it with grievance.

The soft sword acting as a belt suddenly lost its support and rolled into a ball. From another perspective, it is also very useful, avoiding the clothes being blown away by the wind. If you are lucky, you can still get together and reduce the range of contact with the dust on the ground.

Mo Li: "…"

As a famous sword, "Zhongqing" is really unlucky.

The last owner threw it into Qingjiang. The owner threw it away when he had a disagreement and threw his clothes on the ground a hundred and eighty times from mid-air.

If the famous sword has a spirit, it is probably going to run away from home.

wrong.

Mo Li thought to himself why he was infected by Su Li, and thought that the weapons were psychic?

The soft gerbil rolled in his palm, as if dissatisfied with Mo Li's distraction. She climbed along her arms and jumped onto Mo Li's shoulders.

The soft and fluffy hair was pressed against the neck of the moli, which was a little itchy.

But the gerbil had eaten enough tofu, and was very satisfied with kissing and rubbing.

——Ali still has the same taste, sweet and pleasant smell, but it just has a medicinal smell?

The gerbil turned his head and looked at the medicine jar on the fire. His black eyes settled and began to think deeply.

Mo Li showed no sign of injury. Who did this medicine be cooked for?

People who don’t understand medicine always have a stereotyped concept, and gerbils are no exception. They think the more severe the disease, the more bitter the medicine they drink.

Look at this smell-

The gerbil's beard trembled and wanted to plunge into Mo Li's arms.

Those feeling of fatigue, uneasy feelings, and the frustrations that still cannot change everything in the world through their efforts, and today we still have to see the sadness of misfortunes that have happened. They have been entangled in Meng Qi's hearts like chronic diseases in the past few decades.

Whenever this despair surges up, even the dragon vein can't hold on.

If you can't even defeat yourself, how can you make efforts again? What about Qiyi in the future?

Now, as long as you return to Mo Li and smell the breath of the person you are interested in, no matter how strong and stubborn the depression and fatigue are, they will slowly dissipate. The doctor is really a good medicine.

What made Meng Qi even more happy was that Mo Li was not prepared for him, otherwise how could he not find out after he got close to him?

But no matter whether it is spiritual acceptance or instinctlessness, Mo Li will eventually react to changes in the outside world. He cannot be hugged or touched his arms and continue to sit cross-legged.

At that time, Meng Qi didn't want to disturb Mo Li, and he realized that Mo Li was not having a good time during the separation.

The frown of eyebrows made Qingshan Xichuan lose its color.

Is it because I can't sleep well, or is there too many things to worry about and I can't get enough time to breathe?

Meng Qi forgot about his hard work for thousands of miles. He wanted to comfort Mo Li, but he didn't want to wake him up. He had to go to the gerbil.

He threw off his clothes in a familiar way and gently drilled into Doctor Mo's arms. Not long after he put it in the warm place, the gerbil noticed that the heartbeat under him had changed, and his anxiety became calmer. Then the fat mouse was touched by one hand and saw that the depression between Mo's eyebrows had dissipated a lot.

At this moment, he rolled twice as he rubbed against Mo Li's neck, slid into the arms of the person he thought about, raised his paws and patted them a few times.

——It knows, it knows everything.

Moli needs Mengqi, and Mengqi also needs Moli.

However, the comforting spirit is good, and the round and fat mouse is very soft, but the position of the shot is really wrong.

Someone's claw accidentally hooked slightly, and Mo Li's expression changed slightly.

The gerbil hesitated as he patted.

The claws are hardened?

It looked down and faced the place where something "had happened".

The gerbil reacted so quickly. He quickly jumped out of his clothes, pulled Mo Li's outer robe with his claws, and made a move to stretch out his hand.

The gerbil with short claws pulled her clothes, and her posture was hanging, and she rolled down the next moment.

Before Mo Li could reach out to catch her, a "person" appeared in front of her eyes.

Meng Qi covered his outer robe that he was holding in his hand, which made him infinitely close to Mo Li. He could lock the person in his arms with his arms. Moreover, he and Mo Li "wear" the same clothes. As long as Mo Li didn't want to tear the clothes, he would not dare to do too much.

"you……"

The black carp is rarely embarrassed.

Before, Meng Qi changed clothes directly in front of him without wearing anything, and Dr. Mo didn't blink for a moment, and now he was in a completely different mood.

The fire raised by the gerbil's claws was not enough, and he could add another handful of firewood.

***

The yard outside sounded muffled, as if someone was talking.

Su Li suddenly raised his ears.

The gold medal killer judged the position by listening to the sound, betting that it was the sound of someone hitting the wall in the back.

Doctor Mo said that the people from Fengxing Pavilion are here, could it be that they are poor at work and can even hit the wall if they climb over the wall.

The swordsman's expression became serious, and he felt that the enemy might be coming.

Not only one Luo Master can take action at the Holy Lotus Hall, it also gathered up a number of scum in the world. Although these guys who were "wanted" by major sects and even Fengxing Pavilion could not survive in the martial arts world and had no top experts, their methods were more vicious than the other. If they suddenly came to join the group, it would not be easy to deal with them.

Su Li's heart hung high.

He was hung in his net pocket and unable to move, his sword was not around, and he had no power to fight back, and was no different from a fish caught by a fish net.

Su Li stared at the hole in the roof while continuing to listen to the movement outside.

The fight seemed to be more intense.

Although the sound is not loud and even dull, this cannot be hidden from Su Li's ears.

Gasping, exhaling, movements of limbs colliding with the wall and the ground...

Strange, why is there no sound of close contact?

Mo Li couldn't be suppressed and still did not move his weapons. Could it be that he was injured? He was plotted against by the drug? Su Li's mind was filled with countless thoughts. He didn't wait to scold and shout, and he didn't even smell the bloody smell.

The only thing lingers on the tip of the nose is the increasingly heavier smell of medicine.

“…Water should be added to the medicine jar.”

The sound is blurry and slightly rapid.

Another voice seemed to say something, but it was too low and Su Li couldn't hear it.

He was just puzzled when he suddenly heard the rustling sound of clothes rubbing, which usually only came out when he was wearing or taking off his clothes. Of course, there might be some when he chose to search for fabrics. But where is this place and when will someone still flip through fabrics in an abandoned village yard?

Su Li looked at the hole on the roof and his eyes were empty.

Meng Qi is back...

Su Li thought to himself that he had committed something, why did he always fight with these two people, starting from the first meeting.

Forget it, no matter how embarrassing it is, it is not as good as the time when Meng Qi mistakenly thought that the swordsman was sent by Fengxingge to "serve the pillow mat".

At that time, Su Li's limbs were dislocated and could not move. She was even irritated by Meng Qi and stuffed her into the bed... Wait, Su Li looked down at her appearance in the net pocket, and felt that it was also very miserable now. They really turned enemies into friends. The advantage may be that they did not have to pay Mo Li's medical expenses or be beaten?

Thinking of money, the swordsman's scalp was numb.

Because his pocket is cleaner than his face.

A humble voice came from the outer courtyard again. Su Li simply closed his eyes and refused to force himself to calm down. Whoever pretended to be asleep was afraid of who would be afraid of him.

***

"Is King of Heavenly Salvation Zheng Tu?"

Meng Qi was wearing his own clothes and holding the sword of love in his hand. Before he could wrap it around his waist.

The long hair was not tied up, and the Mo Li was also torn and broke her hair off by him, so she had to look at the stove barefoot.

Every time Meng Qi changes back to his original form, wearing clothes is not the most troublesome. After all, having clothes is already good, and the trouble is the hair. It is extremely rude to see people with disheveled hair these days. If the dragon vein can use magic, Meng Qi would rather snap his fingers and make the appearance.

Mo Li was busy adding water to the medicine jar, and the flushing in his ears did not dissipate for a long time. But Meng Qi came over and teased him: "A Li, do you think it's better to go to Pengze by the wind?"

No matter how busy Dr. Mo is, he will still glar at Meng Qi.

But Mo Li couldn't refute it, it seemed that the dragon-shaped entanglement... It was indeed more...

"Oh." Meng Qi sighed, "It's a pity that the doctor is not a gerbil, and I am not a fish."

Otherwise, there is a third attempt.

That look made Mo Li want to find a bamboo cup to hold the mouse.

Meng Qicha's ability to speak and look at his expression is extraordinary. He can always make timely adjustments before he really angers Mo Li, and this time is no exception.

"It seems that being the disciple of the Qingwu Ancestor is delaying Zheng Tu. Of course, perhaps he has the idea of ​​using his apprentice to Zhao Zangfeng." Meng Qi sat down next to Mo Li casually and said seriously, "How strong is the rebel army?"

Mo Li paused and said, "I didn't see anything."

The Jingzhou army was defeated with one blow, and the Tianshu King's army was unstoppable, which did not mean that the latter could fight.
To be continued...