The Strongest Little Devil: Master, Come to Fight!

"Ok."

Luo Xiaoman nodded and put on the soft armor, feeling that the material was cold, soft, very close and comfortable.

Although Luo Qinghen was very carefree and a funny comparison, he still had a good aesthetic.

The red tone, well-cut lines, and some broken patterns are very cute and playful.

"Good-looking, really good-looking!" Seeing Luo Xiaoman put on this soft armor, he looked more playful and cute, with a hint of heroism, Luo Qinghen smirked.

"Wow!" Da Bai also said, this soft armor is very suitable for Luo Xiaoman.

"Yuan, what do you think?" Luo Xiaoman turned around and said to Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan's face flushed slightly to meet her playful and smart eyes, and he nodded and said, "It looks good!"

"Second brother, thank you so much, I like it very much!" Luo Xiaoman said with a smile, thinking in his mind that he should ascend to the Qi refining stage as soon as possible, and take out the Chi Jiesha to Luo Qinghen.

"Hey, what do you want to say thank you to the second brother!" Luo Qinghen scratched his head, listening to Luo Xiaoman's milky voice saying thank you to himself, Susu's, feeling happy.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" At this time, he took out another pendant and handed it over, "Here, the teeth of the frost fangs have been improved, strengthened, and beautified. They are not only exquisite and beautiful, but can also resist the formation of alchemy. The full blow of the period."

Mo Yuan's eyes lit up, and he was very satisfied looking at this refined and practical magic weapon.

"Come on, I'll bring it for you." Luo Qinghen was about to put on Luo Xiaoman, and Mo Yuan next to him grabbed the pendant.

"I come!"

"..."

Luo Qinghen looked helpless, but felt relieved when he thought that this pendant was originally sent by Mo Yuan.

Luo Xiaoman smiled at Mo Yuan, then turned his back and motioned for him to put it on for himself.

Mo Yuan leaned over, around Luo Xiaoman's neck, and put it on.

His movements are very gentle, for fear of hurting Luo Xiaoman.

"It looks good." Mo Yuan stared at Luo Xiaoman with scorching eyes, his heart trembled, and there was an urge to hug the person in front of him into his arms.

"Thank you!" Luo Xiaoman smiled playfully, then jumped up, buzzing, and stamped Mo Yuan's face.

Suddenly, a kiss that was caught off guard made Mo Yuan stiff and his expression dull, like a sculpture.

Master, actually kissed him? !

The softness of the lips, like ripples, rippled on my face, touching my heart...

"Wow, Xiaoman, I want it too!" Seeing Luo Xiaoman kissed Mo Yuan, Luo Qinghen was jealous, and he hurriedly came over cheeky.

"Fuck!" Before Luo Qinghen came up, Mo Yuan threw a sharp look in his eyes.

"Why?" Luo Qinghen said weakly with a chill.

"You have a beard."

"Huh?" Luo Qinghen touched his few sparse stubbles with a dazed expression.

What's wrong with having a beard?

"It will rub against the master, uncomfortable."

Hey, what the hell?

It's not a kiss, a fart! Also, isn't this stubble for refining these magic weapons, don't you have time to organize it?

Luo Qinghen felt wronged.

However, he felt that if he forced his way, he would definitely be kicked by this shirtless guy.

Hey, I'm his brother! Kiss, what's wrong?

Mo Yuan: Huh? (The sword has been pulled out!)

Luo Qinghen: Excuse me!

Luo Xiaoman was amused by the interaction between the two of them.

Although Mo Yuan is usually indifferent, but he is serious and makes people laugh at him. The interaction with Luo Qinghen is absolutely incredible.

"Second brother, let's go." Luo Xiaoman slowly came over and said lightly.

"Huh? Where to go?"

"City Lord's Mansion!"