The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 55: Misunderstanding

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The purple nine soul crystals look much lighter due to the hollowing out, showing a faint pink purple. The silver inlaid on the outside wraps every edge and corner of the spar tightly, and it is polished to be extremely round. Will never scratch the skin. Falling on the white to almost transparent palm, it looks crystal clear.

The cold beautiful eyes looked at Mo Tianliao on the ground faintly, without caring or ridicule, just looking like that: "You retreat for ten days, just to practice this?" It was really hard.

"Yes..." Mo Tianliao took a breath, ready to get up, suddenly widened his eyes, and leaped forward, "Hey, don't!"

I saw the white hand suddenly turned over, and the Nine Soul Crystal Pendant in the palm of the palm fell straight to the ground. Qingtong was only unhappy at first, and had never seen this idiot give someone other than him to do things like this. Now seeing Mo Tianlio rushing over to take it, regardless of his physical weakness, he immediately became angry. With a wave of his hand, the pendant that almost fell into Mo Tianlio's hand flew out instantly, hitting the refining furnace heavily, sending out crisp fragments. Cracking sound.

The spar dregs splashed on his face, and Mo Tianliao changed his face suddenly, and couldn't help but say loudly: "What are you doing!" He got up and quickly picked up the pendant. The strand of spirit trapped in it instantly To escape, Mo Tianliao hurriedly held the pendant in his palm, held his breath, and absorbed the soul that was hard to pull out.

There is not a lot of spirits, and it is fine for him to lose this point for a few days, but there is also the spirit of Mo Xiaoclaw among them. For him, who is incomplete, a single trace is precious, if it is because of the loss of this point that it cannot be repaired completely in the future, Mo Tianliao really has no place to cry.

Qingtong was taken aback by the sudden scolding, took a step back, and then was stunned. Mo Tianliao, unexpectedly, yelled at him for a magic weapon refined for others! Slowly turned around, and quickly left the fire room.

Mo Tianliao spent a lot of energy before he absorbed the spirit back, opened his eyes and touched the cold sweat on his forehead. The original spiritual power was exhausted. After such a toss, he only felt that his eyes turned black. After swallowing a Qi-returning pill and inhaling another spirit stone, he had the strength to repair the broken nine soul crystals.

Fortunately, it was just a bump. Although the soul was leaked, the magic circle in it was still intact. Mo Tianlio took some other materials to repair it, and quickly repaired the flaws on the appearance. It looked like It was generally the same.

"Although I really don’t want to remind you, my master, you just scared the kitten away. If you don’t coax, don’t want to go to bed tonight, chuckle." His big tortoise-colored mouth said coolly. .

Mo Tianliao just remembered that when he was just anxious, he lost his temper to Master. He slapped his forehead, raised his leg and ran out, and fell down as soon as he reached the door. Just now the refining equipment was completed, and the soul was exhausted, Mo Tianlio didn't have any strength all over his body, and if he was given a pillow, he would be able to fall asleep immediately.

Patting his face to make himself more awake, Mo Tianlio took out a pill from the storage bracelet and swallowed it. Feeling that his body had regained strength, he immediately stood up and walked towards Qingning Palace.

"What's the matter with him?" Mo Tianliao asked Taishi as he walked along. In the past few days, he has refined tools and the kitten has not come to accompany him. As soon as he meets, he will get angry and throw things. There must be a reason.

"What else, the cat is angry and give a reason?" Taishi gloated, "Lang Jun's heart has been changed, and the 绻绻 will not return, yeah, the 绻绻 will not return, what about the concubine..." , Actually sang babbled, I don’t know where I learned the accent, and it’s a thousand repetitions, very sad.

"Shut up!" Mo Tianliao rubbed his forehead, his head was a little bit painful. As a demon lord, his temper was not good. All his patience and gentleness were spent on this cat. Today, it is false to say that he is not angry, and this uncle is getting used to it more and more. However, when Jiuhunjing fell, he had a headache, and he was afraid that something would happen to Qingtong.

Stopping in front of Qingning Palace, after a pause, he raised his foot and walked in. Mo Tianliao spit on himself in his heart while pushing open the door of the inner temple.

The door was ajar, and there was no restriction. Mo Tianlio walked in lightly, and at a glance he saw the person lying on the bed, with his back facing him, he couldn't see his face, he must be angry. Climbing onto the bed, Mo Tianliao pursed his lips, grabbed the master's shoulder, and slowly leaned in: "That... Qingtong!"

Before he said the words to coax the cat, Mo Tianliao suddenly exclaimed, and quickly half embraced the person trapped in the bed into his arms, and anxiously dragged out the pale handsome face with one hand: "What's wrong? It hurts? Right?"

"Um..." The slender eyelashes trembled, opened slightly, and the big beads of sweat dripped down one by one, and opened his mouth, but it overflowed with a low pain, clutching the bed sheet Blue veins have appeared in his hands.

Sorry, it must have been the soul that had affected Qingtong all of a sudden.

Qingtong was so painful that he couldn't see the people clearly, and suddenly felt that Mo Tianliao was here.

This man, took him away from when he was very young, gave him delicious and fun things, let him scratch and bite, pulled off his collar and hugged him to sleep in the cold night. This kind of affection is something that Master and Brother can't give. For the kitten who has just lost his parents, this guy who always smiles a little silly is all he has.

Never thought that Mo Tianliao would have the day when he would no longer spoil him. Knowing that he likes furry things, but only likes it. Mo Xiaoclaw knows very well that those little things are not as good as his own for Mo Tianliao, so when he knows that Mo Tianliao will give Frostblade Refining Although he cared a little about the device, he was not very angry.

It's just that this time it seems to be different. This man didn't want any reward. He spent ten days refining something like that. He was tired like a dead dog. He was not allowed to touch the pendant and even got angry at him.

With a sudden pain in his heart, Qingtong quickly left the ground fire room, feeling that he could not stay there for a moment, and he didn't want to see Mo Tianlio's angry face at all.

"You...go away..." Qingtong trembling voice, raised his hand to push him.

Mo Tianliao feels terribly distressed, where would he listen to him, he fumbled for the Concentration Pill in the storage bracelet, but because of Qingtong's movement, he couldn't grasp his wrist.

"Ah..." After finally grasping his wrist, Qingtong screamed in pain, and suddenly raised his hands and hugged his head.

"Qingtong, Qingtong!" Mo Tianlio hugged the person tightly, "be good, not afraid, I am here."

"Um...it hurts...it hurts..." Qingtong was already a little confused, leaning in her familiar arms, her voice was weak, calling for help like a baby.

Mo Tianlio's heart was broken when he heard it, and he was about to find the Sect Master while holding him, but his slender hands were clinging to his neck, and his blood-stained thin lips slowly pressed towards him and kissed tightly. Cut his lips.

The gesture of holding the person stopped immediately. Mo Tianliao widened his eyes and looked at the beauty in his arms like a cat. He rubbed his lips incomprehensibly. He felt his head buzzing and suddenly I forgot everything. Slowly hugged the person who was awkwardly asking for a kiss, Mo Tianliao dragged the back of his head with one hand, and kissed him deeply.

The sweet taste entangled between the lips and teeth, and the light and cool touch was fascinating. The light snort from the snort made people mad, tasted it, and slightly eased the urge to be picked up. Mo Tianlio forced his mind and warned I, the person in my arms is in pain, and I can't indulge myself in pleasure and ignore his life and death.

I was about to tear my lips from that beautiful place, and suddenly I heard a comfortable grunt overflowing from Qingtong’s throat. Mo Tianlio was taken aback and felt the tightness in his arms. The body has slowly relaxed, even with some comfortable laziness.

What is going on here? Could a kiss relieve the pain? Mo Tianliao was startled by this absurd idea, and slowly separated, and the thin lips came along again like last time.

It seems that it can really relieve the pain, but there is such a good thing!

Mo Tianliao has mixed feelings in his heart, and all sorts of mixed thoughts are coming.

He is my cat, so it seems bad to bully him with instinct...

He is my master, so frivolous he seems to be deceiving the master and destroying the ancestor...

However, such a temptation cannot be resisted by the Buddha...

But, I like him, and I don’t intend to resist...

When he wakes up, will he scratch me into shavings...

In the end, all the distracting thoughts entangled into a ball and shattered into slag, leaving only one sentence, "If you have the advantage, you are the king!"

So, Mo Tianliao obeyed the nature of magic repair, and fell back to the soft bed with the beauty in his arms as he wanted, kissed the sweet lips deeply, and stroked the soft top of the hair with one hand.

The soul is unstable, and the hair that was originally like ink has turned into snow white, spreading softly, against the clear pupils that have turned into light-colored glaze, which is so beautiful.

Mo Tianliao rubbed his head while taking advantage to relieve his headache.

Taoshi quietly turned into a candlestick, squatting on the bedside to play dead. At this time, no one winked and knew to shut up, otherwise they would wake up the two, waiting for him is the test of ice and fire.

From the beginning of refining the artifact in the magic palace, the cat has sprayed ice ball on it. At that time, it was still weak and intelligent, which was just stripped from the treasures of heaven and earth by Mo Tianliao, very fragile. of! Being so frozen, it hurts so much that even with the indestructible shell now, I am still very afraid of the cat's ice ball.

As for the fire in the wood... Taishi pretended to drop a drop of tortoiseshell molten liquid, and it was tears.

"Hmm..." With the touch of lips and teeth, the severe headache was immediately relieved. As the kiss deepened, the other half of the soul seemed to be able to touch it slightly. The feeling of reconciling the broken mirror was really good. Qingtong gradually recovered his sanity and realized what he was doing, but did not push Mo Tianlio away, but let him do what he did.

One is lack of energy, and the other is too comfortable.

Seeing the cold eyes open, looking at him quietly, the light-colored glazed eyes are clear, the master is sober! Let him be frivolous when he is sober!

Mo Tianlio only felt that a fire ignited rapidly in his body, burning all his sanity into ashes. The kiss got deeper and deeper, and the hand on the top of the hair also slowly moved down, digging into the snow In the placket.

"Um!" Qingtong opened his eyes wide, what is this guy doing? There is no hair now, so I dare to touch it! The hand hanging on one side slowly raised, and the five gleaming claws opened instantly.

"Oh! It hurts, it hurts!" Yan Ling's intimacy ended with Mo Tianliao's screams.

Taoshi flew over, expressing deep sympathy for his owner, and turned into a pile of tortoiseshell shavings, expressing the joys and sorrows of the owner. Mo Tianliao was very moved and rewarded him with a fireball.

"Aw! Hot!" Taishi flew away aggrievedly, and fell on the window sill into a tortoiseshell flower, and threw out a few petals to make it soft.

Mo Tianlio touched Bai Daodao on his face and neck, and looked at Qingtong, who was silent on his back, rubbed against the bed sheet, and hugged him from behind: "Does it still hurt?"

Qingtong raised his hand without saying a word, the claw tips have not yet retracted.

Mo Tianliao retracted his hand hesitantly, took out the newly trained Nine Soul Crystal pendant from his sleeve, and slowly stretched it out in front of Qingtong: "This, you take it, I will take back the spirit inside, not afraid to fall Now.” Just thinking of repairing his soul, forgetting that this cold beauty is actually a restless cat uncle, it is very dangerous to bump. Just that moment left him with lingering fears, but he didn't dare to let his soul in again.

Qingtong blinked while looking at the pendant that was stretched out in front of him. Is this for him? Slowly stretch out your hand and hold the pendant in your palm: "Didn't you make it for Shuangblade?"

"Huh?" Mo Tianliao was asked by this thoughtless sentence, and it took a long time to understand, his mouth grinned slowly, getting bigger and bigger, and he stopped when he reached the base of his ears and coughed slightly. With a sound, he took out a Hu Bu Liuqiu ball from the storage bracelet, "This is made for Shuangblade, he gave me the silver, I have to believe it."

Qingtong looked at the ball, the silver covering on it was very random and looked messy. The spar was obviously cut simply and roughly, with corners exposed in some places. Only then was he satisfied, and put the pendant in his hand under the pillow, and buried half of his face in the soft pillow.

Mo Tianliao lay behind him, looking at the pair of snow-white hairy ears that popped out of the top of his head, turning them into pink with squeezing.

"This seat is exhausted, you can retreat." Qingyue's voice was lazy, still cold and majestic, but the hairy ears were getting redder and red, turning left and right without knowing it.

Mo Tianliao felt that his nose was itchy, so he hurriedly covered his nose and recited the Qingxin Jue silently. He pulled aside the thin blanket to cover the person, but did not intend to leave. He stretched out his long arms and hugged the awkward beauty into his arms.

"You..." Qingtong turned around and stared at him, but the corner of her lips was lightly pecked by the person who approached him. The ears on his head suddenly became pinched, but his face was full of indifference.

Mo Tianliao smiled and endured a stomachache, no matter how Qingtong stared at him, she stretched out her long legs to circle the people, and touched the handsome and unparalleled face: "Hey, I'm also very tired. , I was thrown by you again. I can’t get up anymore. Let’s sleep together."