(BL)(MTL)The strongest face-stepping gold finger [quick wear]

Chapter 135

Chapter 135 The King of Flowers of the Warlord Tiger Commander

    At night, Mo Shi slowly sat up. Chu Chen, who was already sleeping lightly, immediately opened his eyes, swept his eyes sharply, and smelled the fragrance, and then said, "What's wrong?"

    "I just feel like a dream, we just met today, and we have already done this. things." Mo San's voice was hoarse, with the laziness of the aftermath.

    Chu Chen took the person into his arms: "Love isn't about time, it's a feeling, isn't it?"

    "If there was no war and gunpowder, I might insist on fighting with you to the end. However, it is precarious right now, and I don't know when we might never be able to stay together again. Open your eyes. It doesn't matter if you and I are fulfilled." Mo Shi rested his chin on Chu Chen's shoulder, with a faint smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.

    "You will be fine, I will protect you, and we will be together." Chu Chen hugged him hard, and didn't like the young man thinking too pessimistically about the future. Although there are many battles now, there is always a victorious one. day. Originally he just wanted to fill his life and insist on fighting, but now he wants to capture it as soon as possible, and then he spends warm and sweet days with his baby.

    Mo Thirty sighed quietly: "No, you are standing in this position, and you can't see the suffering of the people. What the war really harms is the people of the mainland. When we fight, we crush their homes and seize them. If possible, I hope that the ancient clan and the orc clan can coexist peacefully, eliminating the inherent concepts on both sides, and the world will truly merge into one world."

    Chu Chen was stunned for a second, and then kissed Mo Shi's forehead: "Yes, yes. Become a society with little grudges. Orcs gain living space, get the respect of so-called nobles, no longer have to be forced to separate their wives and children, and

    live without dignity, so what if they respect the flowers as kings. However..." The boy's slightly swollen lips said, "I don't think the ancients would want someone to share their nobility."

    "What if they would?" Mo Thirty looked at Chu Chen with bright eyes, as if waiting for his answer: "If you can. Eliminating the misunderstanding, will the orcs stop their attack?"

    "Yes." Chu Chen replied firmly. The dark pupils of the young man shone even at night and were extremely dazzling.

    "That's good. I hope I can live an ordinary life, watch the ebb and flow with the people I love every day, don't worry about anyone's safety, don't have to hide, the world sings and dances peacefully, and people live and work in peace..." Mo Thirty looked out the window, revealing a trace of distant.

    Chu Chen looked at Mo Shi looking into the distance, not very happy. He reached out his hand and wanted to pinch the boy's ear, but he was stopped in the next second: "Hey, don't pinch casually, or you'll be angry." You'll be angry because it's fake, and it will be exposed when you pinch it.     Thinking that the young man said he was angry, Chu Chen laughed in his heart, and nodded his nose along the way: "Okay, if you don't touch it now, when will you let me touch it?"     "Well, it's probably the next time to make out. "Mo San leaned his chin and replied after serious thought.     The smile disappeared in a flash, and Chu Chen responded. This little guy, obviously tomorrow will be the next time: "Okay."     "Well, since you agreed, as a reward, I'll pat you to sleep." Mo Thir smiled and poked Chu Chen's chin, and then patted on his chin. He stroked his hair a few times: "Sleep."     "Okay." Very interesting, Chu Chen pretended to close his eyes and fell asleep. However, I don't know if it was because of the relaxation and happiness in his heart, and after a while, he really fell into a deep sleep. Mo Shi took a deep look at Chu Chen, a meaningful smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and then took off the fake ear on his head and put it on the bed, calling for the vines.     At the moment of leaving, Mo 30's original coarse cloth disappeared, and a green brocade robe was revealed, and his long black hair swayed in the wind. Sitting on the vine, he turned his head and glanced at the distant town, with a deep smile on the corner of his mouth, and licked his lips: "Next time, it won't be so easy to let it go."     Xiaoqian followed with a dark face . On the other side, only Xiaobai had a swollen face with a cautious expression.     "Wang, is it okay for you to leave like this?" After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Qian finally asked. After seeing the marks on Mo Shi's neck, he couldn't convince himself that the king had nothing to do with the stinky tiger.     "What's the problem?" Mo Thirty glanced meaningfully. Smoothing out the windswept hair.