The clothes on the shore disappeared

He knew it was that boy without even thinking!

But there was one thing he couldn't figure out.

How could that beggar boy have clothes made of such high-quality fabric?

As for the colorful clothes I'm wearing, the material is definitely not enough!

At least it can compare with the material of his own robes!

Even more precious than the material of his robe!

“Damn it!!”

After coming back to his senses, the man growled.

The beggar boy who was dragged out of the bushes by him using his spiritual power not long ago flashed through his mind.

The boy's cunning and smart eyes kept flashing in his mind.

Although the young man tried his best to look frightened, there was no apology in his eyes!

The man's hands hanging at his sides slowly clenched, veins throbbing.

Grinding his back teeth hard, Quan Shengyou suppressed the violent aura all over his body.

He raised his hand to tear off his clothes.

"Master! Master! I just brought you the clothes... They're here... They're right next to you..."

Mo Ying's eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something extraordinary.

He was extremely shocked and stared at the extremely sexy clothes on Quan Shengyou.

The man's handsome face, as sharp as a knife, was not affected by his clothes at all, and was cold and indifferent.

However, his noble and cold aura was made to look particularly funny by this outfit.

"puff……"

After being stunned for a moment, Mo Ying couldn't help but let out a chuckle, but then forced himself to hold it back.

After turning slightly, his shoulders trembled violently, and one of his hands, which was originally hanging at his side, subconsciously covered his mouth.

Quan Shengyou paused and looked in the direction of the sound with his scarlet eyes.

A terrifying pressure burst out in an instant, heading straight towards Mo Ying with murderous intent.

"What are you laughing at?"

The extremely cold words frightened Mo Ying's heart.

His face turned pale and his smile disappeared instantly.

He looked back seriously, resisting the urge to look at his master, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

"Master... I wasn't laughing. The sound just now was a fart from me! My farts... have always been so special!"

Mo Ying lowered his head seriously, looking extremely serious.

Quan Shengyou: “…”

Under Mo Ying's shocked gaze, Quan Shengyou raised his hands very calmly and began to unbutton his shirt one by one.

It was not until the buttons were completely undone that the dark ink on the man's fair chest became extremely conspicuous.

I am an old rogue!

"puff……"

After seeing the words on the man's chest clearly, Mo Ying couldn't help laughing again.

"How dare you! Did I give you permission to fart?"

Mo Ying: “No!”

Quan Shengyou held the floral shirt in one hand and clenched it tightly with the other, his forehead throbbing.

"I ran into a brat in the shower. He was wearing torn pants. Mo Ying... find him for me! Bring him to me! If you can't find him, you'll have to go to the Prison of Death and train for three months! Replace Mo Qing!"

Mo Ying's face changed, and after the terrifying prison of death flashed through his mind, he quickly replied: "Yes, Master!"

Quan Shengyou quickly took off his colorful pants and shirt.

He threw it on the ground in disgust, and looked at the clothes with eyes that were cold and terrifying.

The flowery clothes were taken off, but then the problem came.

What is he wearing?

The clothes that were originally placed on the shore disappeared.

When he came here, he wanted to soak in the spring water and then go back, and there were no extra clothes in the space.

The set of clothes that Mo Ying had placed on the shore was a spare set, but now it was gone...