The fox now has a name, Gun Gun.
Because Qingruo really likes to watch it roll on the ground in a ball, and if it rolls well, she will give it to the spirit fruit.
After eating a bunch of spiritual fruits, my stomach was swollen and I had to roll hard, but it was really interesting.
The little girl was sitting on the door frame on the left side of the main hall, her feet were rolling hard and vigorously, as clear as one hand was propped between her knees and chin, and the other hand held a bright red spiritual fruit between two fingers, left and right Swinging, rolling into a ball depends on the direction of the spirit fruit, rolling and creaking.
I am anxious and want to eat.
Even if there is some wisdom, it is more of an animal's instinct after all. I have eaten a lot, but the spirit fruit is the best food for monsters, and I still can't help but want to eat it.
The little girl was so amused that she couldn't stop laughing, and the rattles on her hair jingled as she shook, and the rhythm of her crisp laughter was combined, like a movement played by the joy of a good harvest.
Lin Zhao put down the exercise in his hand and turned his head to look over there. Is it so funny
Gun Gun was forced to stop rolling, and jumped up to throw at her hand, if Qing Ruo was unprepared, Gun Gun was a little heavy from eating now, and his whole body hit her arm.
She sat on the door frame. The door frame was narrow, and she was not sitting very stably. Her eyes widened in an instant, and she leaned back and sat on the ground, groaning.
One person and one fox slammed into the back door panel together.
Gun Gun got the spiritual fruit at her fingertips as she wished, and stepped on her with four feet, as if she was thrown on the ground, she had a body to protect her body, and it didn't hurt, but her hair was crooked and her clothes were messed up. Yes, she pursed her lips, looking extremely aggrieved.
Lin Zhao curled his lips, as if it was quite funny.
After rummaging through the Xuanjue Sect, he finally found what he wanted as he wished. The last thing his mother wanted to give him was intercepted by the head of the sect, and now he still took it back.
Linzhao didn't take action against the remaining five sects, and the sects thought it was the reconciliation made by the saintess that was useful.
After three months, not only the five major sects, but also some minor sects began to send saintesses to Xuanjuemen in an endless stream.
Xuanjuemen has now become a stronghold of the demons, and the main peak and surrounding peaks have been cleaned.
One peak and twelve mountains are in a row. The peak where the four saints lived before has rapidly increased its population recently.
Qingruo lives on the left side of the main hall and Linzhao on the right side.
In fact, it doesn't matter whether the two of them sleep or not with their current cultivation bases, the main thing is to cultivate.
Qingruo is a Taoist cultivator, and his practice at the time of enlightenment can range from a few years to a few months. There is no way to compare with the aura of her original cave here, and the effect of cultivation is not great. Qingruo has been in a state of completely idle play these few months.
Linzhao is a demonic cultivator, and demonic cultivators do not need to realize the Tao, they are constantly devouring, and massacre is their cultivation. Quick and brutal.
Lin Zhao's cultivation base is dropping.
Qing was the first to feel it.
Linzhao didn't like others to approach him, even his subordinates seldom got close to him. The hall still had the remnants of the high-ranking cultivators of the Xuanjue Sect. Linzhao stayed inside for a while , the devilish energy he released criss-crossed inside, domineering and powerful.
Therefore, it is difficult for others to accurately feel his cultivation inside.
After coming back from the call to eat, Qing Ruo was sitting at the entrance of the main hall, hugging Rolling Ball.
Gun Gun is about to change into another breed now. The original pointed fox face has been rounded more than one circle, and the round body has fluffy and soft hair, which is easy to pinch.
Qingruo likes to sit on the door frame, but Linzhao is used to it.
Pacing closer, her eyes fell on her finger resting on Gun Gun's head, "Qing Ruo."
Qing Ruo's eyes fell to the side, and when she heard his voice, she turned her head, and her face, which was always pure and pure, turned a little serious.
She raised her head and looked at him fixedly, "I'm calling."
The voice is still soft, but it has never been serious.
Lin Zhao stood a meter away from her and looked down at her.
The suit he wore today seemed to be the one she ordered Rolling over to make trouble when he was quenching his body last time.
The cultivation of demon cultivators, one is to kill, and the other is to temper the body.
To kill is to kill other creatures, and to quench the body is for other creatures to kill themselves.
The creatures killed by the demon cultivator will be stored in the devil energy, and all of them will be released when the body is tempered. The higher the cultivation level of the creatures during the killing, the higher the torture will be when the body is tempered. And only after the combination of killing and tempering the body, can the cultivation be truly improved.
This is also the reason why demon cultivators don't need to realize the Dao, but many demon cultivators fall early, unable to bear the pain of quenching their bodies.
Even for him, being able to hold back and keep silent during body tempering is already the ultimate. Qing Ruo saw it once, and he was so painful that his nails cut his palm and half of his fingertips penetrated deeply.
Qing Ruo was so frightened that she cried and was afraid, and poured out all the elixir and healing medicines in her Qiankun bag to give him to eat.
It caused everyone in Xuanjuemen to be seduced by the aura of the things in her Qiankun bag, ready to move.
In the end, it was his coercion that was released before it was suppressed.
The second time he said that he wanted to quench his body, Qing Ruo tried every means to prevent it, but in the end he had no choice but to direct Gun Gun to make trouble and interrupt him at the beginning.
How dare Gun Gun, the little girl held a thousand-year-old black iron dagger, facing the cold air, "Will you go, or if I don't, I'll stab you."
The grinning appearance can also frighten Gun Gun, who is instinctively afraid of the thousand-year black iron cold air.
Later, he lost his temper and turned into a demon to frighten her, forcing her to corner the wall. The little girl was so frightened that she closed her eyes tightly and told him to get out of the way.
But his hands were still tightly pulling the hem of his clothes.
Later, of course, he tortured her and made her dance all night to show him to calm his anger.
At that time, she was wearing this suit, light pink, with pink peach blossoms embroidered on the corners. It was like a spring breeze when the peach blossoms were in full bloom that night, and the peach blossoms rained down one after another.
Lin Zhao suddenly felt unaccustomed to her serious appearance, stepped forward and stretched out his hand to her, "Get up."
Qing Ruo looked a little sad, pursed her lips, hugged Gun Gun with one hand, and put the other on his palm.
His hands were very cold, but Qing Ruo's hands were even colder.
Lin Zhao clenched the cold petite hand in his palm, frowned, and pulled her up with all his strength.
"Ouch~" Her serious atmosphere was punctured.
Qing Ruo may not have realized that Gun Gun is beyond her reach with one hand. The moment he stood up, his strength pulled her body up, and the weight of Gun Roll pulled her down on the other side.
Qing Ruo was unsteady, twisted herself, and bumped into his arms like a dog roaring in her arms.
Hair messed up again.
The small mouth was deflated, and he put the roll down very unhappy.
Knowing that he was in trouble and afraid of being summoned, Gun Gun quickly rushed into the hall and rushed to his nest.
The vigorous skill is somewhat inconsistent with its current body shape.
Qing Ruo snorted at its disappearing figure.
Lin Zhao's laughter was stuffy in his chest.
Qingruo shook off his hand, and stepped into the hall holding her skirt.
After walking for a while and then suddenly turning around, Lin Zhao was looking down at his hands, still maintaining the previous movement, palms facing up, but now her hands are missing.
Qing Ruo snorted lightly, and stepped back holding her skirt.
A slender white and tender hand appeared in Lin Zhao's sight, and the cool touch was placed on his palm, and almost one third of his palm was left.
"Let's go." She had a little temper. "I have something to ask you." He said confidently.
Lin Zhao heard it and was worried.
She never hides her emotions.
Lin Zhao held her hand again with a light hand, but this time, if Qing Ruo breaks free again, she will definitely not break free like the last time.
The two returned to the main hall, his seat and a light wooden table were placed across the front of the big clock.
In fact, the two rarely sat face to face in the main hall and said anything seriously. Lin Zhao often went out, even if they were there, they didn't have anything to say, most of the time she came over to make trouble when he was doing serious work.
Confidently making trouble, his fangs came out uncontrollably more than once, but in the end, he was the one who smiled helplessly.
She is upright and confident, and has always been well proportioned.
Or maybe she has already lost her sense of proportion, and he is constantly lowering the scale of proportion.
There was only one chair, and the two of them were standing. Qing Ruo made a soundproof array, and did it very meticulously. He took out a lot of good things from his Qiankun bag.
Lin Zhao watched quietly, without urging her. When she was serious about doing things, she had a good rhythm, unhurried, and her small face was expressionless, but it didn't make people feel serious and dull.
Gentle as water, no matter what form it is, it feels very natural.
Qing Ruo made the most meticulous arrangements to ensure that no one in the Xuanjue Sect or the demons could hear them, so she took his palm and began to write in his palm stroke by stroke.
There was a slight itchiness in the palm, her fingers were round and full, and the nails were clean and round, and they slid gently on the palm.
Lin Zhao pressed his tongue against the fangs that protruded uncontrollably, and rubbed his inner lips.
The sharp teeth grazed, a slight itching mixed with pain.
However, it is different from the feeling in the palm, completely different.
'Your cultivation is decreasing? '
Qing Ruo was still holding his wrist with her left hand, and the fingertips of her right hand rested on his palm after writing this sentence, she tilted her head and looked at him with worried eyes.
worried
Worries between humans and demons
Lin Zhao lowered his head, Qingruo opened his eyes wider and wider as he watched the slowly approaching face, and his breathing slowed down until he finally held it.
No, don't start.
He gave her plenty of time to hide.
Her left hand was still holding his wrist, more forcefully than before, the originally cold little palm rolled out a hot surge, scorching hot on his skin, and gradually spread to the surroundings.
The fingertips of his right hand that were resting on his palm had turned into several fingers clasping her palm horizontally, very tight and hot.
Lin Zhao blew lightly, and at a very close distance, her long eyelashes touched his cheeks, his exhaled breath dissipated in the hot air between the two of them into tiny dew, which condensed on her pink lips.
Even the eyelashes were covered with crystal clear dew.
He seemed to hear her heartbeat, plop, plop.
Fresh, like the splendor of a sky full of stars.
"Well. The cultivation base is decreasing."
**
She didn't hide,
Does this mean,
I can kiss her,
kiss her,
kiss her.
—[Black box]