Qi Mo stretched out his hands to wrap around her waist with a possessive feeling, pressed her head with his big hands, and put her face on his neck. He stretched out his thighs and put them on her legs shamelessly.
Then he said with satisfaction. [ ] "Go to sleep!"
In this way, she was almost completely wrapped in his arms. This ambiguous posture was not very comfortable.
Zhong Qingye struggled twice, his whole face turned red, and he complained angrily: "Qi Mo! It's uncomfortable to sleep like this!"
"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Qi Mo lowered his head. Even in the dim light, his pupils could be seen shining brightly: "Do you mean, do you want to do something that is not uncomfortable?"
Zhong Qingye glared at him, lowered his head unwillingly, put his little face against his chest, and said angrily: "You have to find a doctor quickly, if the sperm enters the brain, it is either abnormal or mutated!"
Qi Mo looked at him curiously, and moved his big hands up and down her waist irregularly, asking with a carefree attitude, "What is that?"
Zhong Qingye slapped the back of his hand. "Sleep!"
An unconscious smile appeared on Qi Mo's lips, he hugged her slim body and closed his eyes sweetly.
Seeing that he seemed to have calmed down, and his hands were straightened and his legs were not moving around, Zhong Qingye secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was uncomfortable to be held in his arms so tightly, compared with enduring Qi Mo's perversion,
This has been a heavenly experience.
Do people need to learn to be content...
She comforted herself in her heart and said that after struggling for such a long time, sleepiness gradually came over her heart, and her eyelids gradually became heavy. Zhong Qingye struggled for a while, and finally slowly closed her eyes.
The long eyelashes are intertwined with the lower eyelashes, and the arc is warm and soft.
Above the head, the man's eyes were slightly opened through a thin slit, looking at her white face that was gradually falling into sleep. The shining light flickered in the black eyes, giving her a sense of warmth and peace of mind.
"Qingye, from now on... you are not allowed to leave again." The murmuring voice didn't know whether it was for himself or for the girl who was already asleep.
Qi Mo lowered his head, placed a kiss on her fragrant hair, hugged her, and closed his eyes with contentment.
Outside the carriage, the night wind had risen, blowing whistlingly. Inside the carriage, warmth and tenderness were delicately intertwined, protecting the two people together.
Black Eagle and Red Eagle sat in front of a burning fire, holding a sharpened branch with their fingers. On the branch was a piece of meat from an unknown animal. They were roasting on the fire, and the golden meat kept turning.
Oil and water dripped onto the fire, and there was a sudden roar.
Black Eagle turned the meat skewer in his hand, looked up at the carriage ten meters away, and turned to Red Eagle without depression. "Why do we hide so far away? And..."
He waved the shiny golden meat in his hand and said, "The prince hasn't eaten anything at night, right? Do we really not need to give him some?"
Hong Ying took the salt and rubbed it on his meat skewers in a leisurely manner. He replied firmly: "No, the prince is already full."
"Have you eaten enough?" Black Eagle didn't have such evil thoughts as him, and couldn't think of it for a while: "But, he obviously didn't eat anything."
Red Eagle rolled her eyes at him, and her tone was full of sympathy: "Black Eagle, I really doubt how you survived following the prince all these years?"
"Ah?" Black Eagle was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses and replied with enlightenment: "You mean, what the prince ate was...ah!"
Before he finished speaking, Red Eagle snatched the meat skewers from his hand and stuffed them into his mouth without saying a word. Black Eagle screamed because it was so hot that it jumped up and danced.
"It's good if you know it in your heart, why don't you tell me to come for abuse?" The old God Red Eagle took out the dagger, cut a piece off the skewers he had grilled, put it in his mouth, tasted it, and nodded with satisfaction.
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After jumping around for a while, Black Eagle sat down again with the meat skewers, his eyes looking at him with resentment. Looking at the quiet carriage in the distance, he still couldn't help but asked curiously: "Tell me, what are the prince and princess... doing now?"
Woolen cloth?"
Red Eagle glanced at him and bit into a piece of meat skewer: "Black Eagle, if you worry too much, you will become bald."
Black Eagle: “…￥um
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After finishing dinner, Red Eagle ignored Black Eagle's accusing eyes. He stood up and summoned the black guards. He carefully distributed the vigil situation, then returned to the fire, picked up Black Eagle, and faced White Eagle.
The carriage driver raised his chin: "Go and change the medicine for that guy. I'll stay guard for half the night."
Black Eagle also finished eating, wiped his hands and stood up. Although Five Eagles have different personalities and are usually lazy and unruly, none of them will be careless about what they should do. This is a basic sense of responsibility.
Black Eagle nodded and walked towards White Eagle's carriage.
The people brought out by Qi Mo have all received military training and are very clear about their duties. They don't need to be told what to do when. Everyone has their own plans in mind. After dinner, everyone took their place.
Rest when it's time to rest, guard when it's time to guard.
Several piles of bonfires were not extinguished, and some dry wood was added to ensure that they could burn until dawn. Spending the night in this kind of wilderness, the firelight can not only illuminate, but also be used to defend against attacks by wild beasts. With them around, at least there is no need to worry about swarms coming at night.
The wolf snatched the man away.
The night was getting darker, and the guards in black uniforms were doing their jobs neatly and orderly. The whole camp was quiet and peaceful. Except for the sound of burning torches, only the chirping of night insects was left. It was peaceful and peaceful.
Zhong Qingye was sleeping deeply. Suddenly, a sense of danger without warning came over her heart, urging her to open her eyes immediately. After so many years of walking with swords and swords, her body and consciousness had already developed an extremely sensitive sixth sense of danger.
Feeling this, Zhong Qingye frowned, suddenly woke up, and raised his eyelashes.
Before she had time to clear her surroundings, a big warm hand suddenly stretched out from beside her and covered her mouth like lightning. Zhong Qingye was startled and instinctively raised her elbows to strike back hard, but...
Knowing that the other party was close to her back, he lowered his voice and said calmly: "Don't move, don't make a sound."
Qi Mo!?
Zhong Qingye's elbow, which was already ready to go, stopped, raised his eyebrows, slowly lowered his hand, reached out and patted the hand covering his mouth.
Qi Mo hesitated for a moment and slowly let go of his hand.
Zhong Qingye took a few breaths and frowned. "What happened?"