Devil Seeds

The first time he was said to be "ping", Yang Zhenzhen felt a burst of wonderful emotions in his heart.

There is resentment, disdain, and a little bit of luck.

Some things, for others, may be envy. But as far as I am concerned, it is a burden.

Just like Singles’ Day is coming, those who don’t have a girlfriend lament that they will be abused again, look at the couples on the street, sigh and sigh, and look at the small hotel with a price increase, with a hideous face and spitting out disdain.

Those who have girlfriends look at their wallets and their fathers worrying, clutching their lower backs, sighing, and spitting out their disdain at the small hotels whose prices have increased.

The two emotions are opposite to each other, but they have something in common.

The magical value arrived... one hundred and sixteen.

In Ke Xiaoliang's ear, came a voice that had long been used to and was numb.

Of course, although it is numb, it is still pleasant.

"You...how can you be like this, full of foul language?" Yang Zhenzhen asked with a blushing face, pointing at Ke Xiaoliang.

She felt that she was underestimated, and felt as if she was being targeted.

Ke Xiaoliang's words caused hundreds of shocks straight to her throat in her heart.

"I'm a demon cultivator!" Ke Xiaoliang explained casually.

Yang Zhenzhen had nothing to say.

God was chatted to death.

However, Ke Xiaoliang is not Tiangou, and Yang Zhenzhen is not a goddess with full green tea skills.

So at this time, it was Yang Zhenzhen who racked his brains to bring up the topic again.

"You usually...you like big ones? How big do you want?" Yang Zhenzhen had a lot of thoughts in his head, but he still couldn't find a suitable topic. For some reason, his forehead became hot, and he felt that he was a 'man' now, and he should talk about men's life topic, so by chance, he resumed the previously interrupted conversation.

Ke Xiaoliang looked at this righteous Xiaobai in surprise, followed the other person's words and asked: "Have you seen it? Just ask?"

Yang Zhenzhen showed his bare chest proudly, and said proudly: "Of course! Of course I have seen it. The biggest one in Cuiyun Mountain... I have seen it. Not only."

Yang Zhenzhen felt that he was going crazy when he said such embarrassing words himself.

But at the same time, there is a pleasure of breaking through taboos.

So she provided Ke Xiaoliang with more than 100 magic points.

With such a high rhythm, Ke Xiaoliang became interested.

Ke Daozu is very busy, unless he has magic value, otherwise he is not interested in doing more talking.

"you?"

"Okay! Then show me some gestures." Ke Xiaoliang sat up straight, as if he was very interested in this topic.

Yang Zhenzhen's cheeks were flushed, and she was so shy that she couldn't help herself.

The magic value is even more bursting out.

"Shape...shape...probably...probably!" Yang Zhenzhen's mind is full of her own appearance, but it would be too shy for her to say it herself.

"Look, you righteous monks are really hypocritical. If you haven't seen it, you haven't seen it. Why bother? Why bother?" Ke Xiaoliang said in a contemptuous tone.

Yang Zhenzhen immediately jumped up and said: "Who said that our righteous way is hypocritical? Then...that is all slandering by you demons and heretics. It...it probably has this shape."

Speaking of which, Yang Zhenzhen very hastily drew a shape with his hands in the air.

"The one you drew is a square. I have never seen such a shape in this life." Ke Xiaoliang implied that he had seen it in his previous life.

Yang Zhenzhen's mind was in a mess, and he made random gestures.

Ke Xiaoliang continued.

Yang Zhenzhen continued to gesture.

"It's a rectangle."

"It's a triangle."

"This is wavy... This shape is fine. I want to see it. If there is a chance, will you show me?"

Yang Zhenzhen gestured again and again, and Ke Xiaoliang taunted and broke through again and again.

Finally, Yang Zhenzhen was pushed to the limit,

Ke Xiaoliang immediately flew hundreds of miles away, following the same arc and curve, and made up a fictional one.

After seeing and seeing it intuitively, Ke Xiaoliang gasped.

"Hiss...is this woman so terrifying?"

"Just focus on her strengths, don't care if she has a bad brain or whether she will bury her poison in the future, I will make this friend." Ke Xiaoliang looked at Yang Zhenzhen's eyes and eyes, and immediately became kind .

At the same time, Yang Zhenzhen finally realized what stupid thing he had done.

Although it was just a fictitious gesture, she had a kind of shame and collapse that directly opened her heart and let others watch.

The magical value is gushing out like flowing water, and it is only one step away from the rhythm of blackening.

"You have passed the level! Judging by your proficiency, you should have played a lot. You are an orthodox monk... you are not hypocritical at all, and you have told the truth. I am very satisfied!" Ke Xiaoliang's timely "affirmation" made Yang Zhenzhen With a broken mind all the way, he braked the car.

Yang Zhenzhen squatted down with blank eyes, and hugged his head in despair.

I can't wait to use my fist to smash my brain open to see if it is filled with paste.

"You just talked about the shape?" Feeling that Yang Zhenzhen has recovered a bit,

Compared with ordinary disciples of the Demon Sect, Yang Zhenzhen's output of demonic value is really astonishing, one person can have the amount of five or six people.

It is also worse than those elders of the Demon Sect.

But in another direction, although the number of Mozong elders is large, the frequency is too low.

That belongs to eating dumplings during the Chinese New Year, only once a year, how can we count on it every day?

Yang Zhenzhen raised his head in confusion, and looked at Ke Xiaoliang pitifully, like a little white rabbit facing a big bad wolf.

"That's right! Then we are friends!" Ke Xiaoliang said.

Yang Zhenzhen thought of the mission entrusted by his uncle, the heavy responsibility he shouldered, and the humiliation that his senior brothers and sisters endured under the oppression of those demon sect disciples, and gradually strengthened his heart.

"It hurts a little? Does it hurt your hand?"

"Artificial? The material is wrong!" Ke Xiaoliang said intentionally.

Yang Zhenzhen was extremely ashamed and annoyed: "Really...Really! I mean."

The magical value arrived at two hundred and two.

Ke Xiaoliang looked at Yang Zhenzhen with a smile, and then said very politely: "Listen to what you said, I'm so hungry... If it's a friend, find a chance for me to feel it too?"

"Don't worry, I'm not taking advantage of you in vain. If you have any request, just ask... I can do it for you."

Yang Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, his eyes were flushed, and there was an inexplicable sense of the picture. It was because the previous foreshadowing was too meticulous: "You... why are you so shameless?"

Ke Xiaoliang laughed: "I'm a demon cultivator!"