The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

"Let's go!"

Mo Shang saw that he had been staring at the man on the ground. Although the man was already dead, he still felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

Luo Qifeng withdrew his gaze, stared at his waist thoughtfully, and suddenly laughed.

"Huh?" Mo Shang raised his eyebrows and looked at her with some confusion.

"I'm curious. If you pull out the soft sword and the fight is too fierce, won't you be afraid that the pants will fall off?" Luo Qifeng thought of Mo Shang wearing a pair of underwear and looked like a tiger, and the smile on his lips became even bigger. A few points, "You know, walking a bird is not a good behavior!"

"Walking the bird?" Mo Shang suddenly smiled meaningfully, with a hint of danger.

Before Luo Qifeng could realize what he wanted to do, he was pressed against the hood.

Mo Shang's red lips gently pressed against Luo Qifeng's soft lips.

"Want to see it?" His low and hoarse voice flowed out bit by bit like aged wine, carrying an alluring aroma that made people intoxicated.

Luo Qifeng's little face was stained with a thin layer of crimson. She put her little hand on Mo Shang's chest and pushed it, "Look at it, you have it, I have it too!"

"Then let me see yours?" Mo Shang chuckled softly, and the warm breath blew over his face, making the atmosphere even more ambiguous.

"No... no need!" Luo Qifeng shivered in fright and shrank back.

But that was just a formal action. He was already tightly restrained by Mo Shang, and he couldn't even move at all.

"Why not? This is the question of who will attack and who will suffer!" Mo Shang teased without refusing.

The whole body pressed against him, and Mo Shang was stunned for a moment by the structure that was different from that of men.

"Abnormal!" Luo Qifeng reached out and slapped him on the face, struggling to get rid of his big palm.

But the huge ecstasy made Mo Shang lose his mind, and even this slap could not wake him up.

He lowered his head and kissed Luo Qifeng's lips forcefully.

Luo Qifeng resisted and climbed on his legs, but instead, Mo Shang managed to press closer.

His big palm lifted up the hem of Luo Qifeng's shirt and slid it up little by little. It wasn't until he touched the tightly wrapped strip of cloth that his eyes regained a little clarity.

Mo Shang loosened his grip on Luo Qifeng, and his chest heaved violently.

"Didn't I say that you are not allowed to use this kind of thing again?!" His voice was hoarse and hopelessly sexy.

Luo Qifeng blinked his eyes in confusion, and his consciousness had not yet recovered. His ignorant look made Mo Shang couldn't help but smile.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm the throbbing in his heart, he asked in a deep voice, "Why?"

Luo Qifeng knew that he was asking again why she had to dress up as a man for so many years. She shrugged helplessly, sat up and arranged her clothes, and then she slowly told the story about her family.

After hearing this, Mo Shang hugged Luo Qifeng into his arms and kissed the hair on her head little by little. The killing intent in his eyes was stronger than ever.

He won't let go of any of the little girls he doesn't love.

***

They did not stop at the small village and drove to the city overnight. Fortunately, Uncle Wang woke up halfway. Several people took Han Yichen to the hospital and found a hotel nearby to stay.

After staying for a few days, he saw that his young master and Master Mo were getting more and more tired of each other, like a young couple in love. Wang Bochou's hair was almost turning white.