C1279 The Woman on the Head of the Celestial Mountain

In Lee Mo's eyes, the purple Qi was even more vigorous. He was breathing heavily. With a flash, he pulled Yao Meng into his arms. A smile appeared on his devilish purple lips before he kissed her hard.

Yao Meng's cultivation was restricted and she could not resist at all. She only felt that her warm lips had invaded her and made her sea of consciousness go blank.

"En!" Yao Meng suddenly frowned