Hearing Xiyao's laughter, Mo Zhao became annoyed. He puffed up his cheeks slightly and turned his head away, unwilling to look at Xiyao again.

Xiyao was helpless, so he put away his laughter, changed back to his true self, and straightened Mo Zhao, making him look at her. "Little fairy, I don't want to force you. I pretend to meet you by chance many times every day because I can't control my desire to see you."

"..." Is this a confession? Why does my heartbeat speed up and my face feel hot...

Seeing Mo Zhao's evasive eyes, Xi Yao couldn't bear it and took a step back. Just when he was about to say, "Since you are so resistant, I will take it slowly," he was interrupted by Mo Zhao.

After Mo Zhao said "please do as you please, sir", he left quickly with disorderly steps. In Xiyao's eyes, the little immortal she wanted to conquer was already in a state of confusion.

Xiyao curled his lips and smiled, but did not chase after him. After all, he had gained a lot today.

With a clear mind, Xiyao became more and more presumptuous. She no longer pretended to meet by chance, but followed Mo Zhao closely every day, asking about his well-being and being extremely considerate.

Because of Xiyao's identity, others did not dare to say anything when they saw it. After all, even if some minor fights broke out, there was no need for the God of War Mo Zhao to take action. Just Xiyao standing in front of Mo Zhao would scare away those people from the Demon Realm, as if they had seen the God of Plague, and they ran away faster than anyone else.

After spending a long time with Xiyao, Mo Zhao found that he was becoming more and more lazy, and he almost wanted Xiyao to carry him around every day.

When this thought came to his mind, Mo Zhao was stunned, then his gaze fell on Xiyao's jade arms hidden under his long sleeves, and then slowly moved up to Xiyao's cold face, thinking: Judging from the masculine appearance of Xiyao I saw that day, there should be no problem for him to hug me.

! ! ! Pah! Pah! What was I thinking! Throw it out, throw it out!

Mo Zhao shook his head and glared at Xi Yao angrily, telling Xi Yao with his eyes: It's all your fault!

"???" What's going on in his head? Why is this blame falling on me again?

Xiyao was puzzled and immediately asked, "But what did I do wrong?"

"No"

"real?"

"real"

"Are you sure?"

"Sure"

"Then what were you thinking about just now? Why are you suddenly angry?"

"I don't"

"there is nothing?"

"angry"

"What are you angry about?"

"I'm mad at you for being so nice. You've made me lazier and lazier. I'm so lazy that I don't even want to walk. I want you to..."

The voice stopped, Mo Zhao reacted, snorted heavily, turned around and faced Xi Yao, secretly decided that he must not speak again today. This cold and powerful first god in the eyes of all gods would only get more and more aggressive with him!

But even if Mo Zhao didn't say the last half of the sentence, Xi Yao had already guessed it, so she took a step forward and directly picked up Mo Zhao horizontally. In Mo Zhao's astonished expression, she raised the corners of her lips and said, "To be honest, little fairy, I have thought about this for a long time. Since you also have this idea, it just fulfills my thoughts. Thank you, little fairy."

As he spoke, Xiyao weighed himself, and Mo Zhao was so scared that he subconsciously raised his arms to wrap around Xiyao's neck. After he came to his senses, his handsome face suddenly turned red.

The blushing little fairy seems even more delicious.

A dark light flashed in Xiyao's eyes, the tip of his tongue touched his back teeth, and he hugged Mo Zhao tighter with his hands.

"My Lord God of War, something bad has happened..." The little divine soldier who came to deliver the message stopped talking abruptly. At this moment, he only hated himself for not learning the art of earth escape.

Mo Zhao, who was caught in this ambiguous posture, felt ashamed and lowered his head closer to Xi Yao's shoulder and neck. Finally, he buried his head in it, trying to brainwash himself that this was not true.

"What's the matter?" Unlike the shy Mo Zhao, Xi Yao was happy to see this happen, so she rarely softened her tone, glanced lightly at the little divine soldier who came to report the news, and spoke.

"People from the demon world are here again," the little soldier swallowed his saliva. Seeing that Xiyao was not angry, he plucked up his courage and said what he was going to say in the simplest way.

"Overestimating one's own capabilities"

Xi Yao said lightly, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He then conjured up a clone and asked the clone to take the little magic soldier to subdue the people of the demon world. He then carried Mo Zhao back to Mo Zhao's residence.

As soon as they returned to their residence, Mo Zhao withdrew from Xiyao's arms, quickly entered the bedroom, and locked Xiyao outside the door. No matter what Xiyao said, she refused to open the door.

In the bedroom, Mo Zhao's mind was in a mess, his heart was in a mess, his hands and feet were in a mess, and finally he simply hid himself under the quilt, thinking to himself: I'll be fine after a good sleep, I'll be fine after a good sleep...

But after reciting silently for several hours, he didn't feel sleepy at all, and his thoughts became clearer and clearer.

Xiyao's silhouette was still reflected on the doors and windows. Mo Zhao lifted the quilt and sat up, saying to Xiyao outside the door, "Sir, are you willing to promise that I will always be with you, and that I will be the only one by your side, no matter life or death?"

Mo Zhao did not deliberately amplify his voice, but he was sure that Xi Yao outside the door could hear it clearly.

Because, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard Xiyao's laughter.

Then he heard Xiyao say: "My good fortune is beyond my reach."

Mo Zhao calmed himself down, raised his hand and shook it, and the red rope tied to his middle finger appeared. He grabbed the red rope with his right hand and pulled it hard. Xiyao, who was tied to the other end of the red rope, was pulled into the bedroom and fell on him.

Xiyao had not expected Mo Zhao to do this. While he was stunned, Mo Zhao had already changed his position and pressed Xiyao under him. "If one day, you break your promise today, even if Mo Zhao has to go to the sky or the underworld, he will definitely drag you to death with him."

"good"

After getting Xiyao's promise, Mo Zhao stood up and prepared to get out of bed, but before he could get up, Xiyao pulled him down, and the next moment, their lips touched.

Mo Zhao widened his eyes and wanted to get up and escape, but Xiyao's hand was too strong and he couldn't break free. He could only blink and ask Xiyao.

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