The Lover’s Prattle

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The fox now has a name, billowing.

Because Qing Ruo particularly likes to watch it roll in the ball, and if it looks good, it will be given to Linguo.

After eating a bunch of spiritual fruit, my stomach was bulging and rolling hard, but it was really fun.

The little girl was sitting on the door frame on the left side of the hall, and her feet were rolling hard and hard. Qingruo supported one hand between her knees and chin, and held a red and bright spiritual fruit between her two fingers. Swinging, rolling into a ball depends on the direction of Linguo, squeaking.

Anxious and want to eat.

Even if there is some wisdom, but after all it is more animal instincts, eat a lot, but Linguo is the best food of Warcraft, can't help but want to eat.

The little girl was amused and laughed, and the swaying bells in her hair shook, and combined with her crisp laughter, the beat was like a musical movement of joy of harvest.

Lin Zhao put down the exercises in his hand and glanced over there. Is it so funny?

Billowing was anxious, and she did not roll. She jumped and fluttered her hand. If she was not prepared, Billowy now ate a bit heavy and hit her whole body.

She was sitting on the door frame. The door frame was narrow. She wasn't very stable. She opened her eyes instantly and sat back on the ground.

One person and one fox hit the back door together.

The lingering fruit contained in her fingertips as she wished, and her four feet stepped on her. If Qing was thrown on the ground, there was a repair for her body. The pain was not painful, but the steps on her hair were crooked and her clothes were messy. Then, pouting and pouting, little looks wronged.

Lin Zhao hooked his lips, which seemed very funny.

He rummaged up and down the Xuan Jue Men, and finally found what he wanted. The last thing his mother wanted to give him was intercepted by the head. Now he still takes it back.

Lin Zhao didn't take any action on the remaining five Zongmen. Zongmen thought that it was a kind of virginity.

After three months, not only the five main sects, but also some small sects also began to stream the Xuan Juemen to the Saints.

Xuan Jue Men has now become the base of the Demon race, and the main peak and surrounding peaks have been cleaned.

One peak and twelve mountains are continuous. The peak where the previous four maidens lived has increased rapidly recently.

Qing Ruo lives on the left side of the hall, and calls on the right side.

In fact, their current practice is that it doesn't matter whether they sleep or not, mainly because they practice.

If Qing is Taoist, the practice in Wudao is several years and short months. There is no way to compare her aura in Dongfu with her original practice. Cultivation has little effect. Qingruo has been completely idle for months.

Lin Zhao is the demon cultivation. The demon cultivation does not need to be enlightened. It is constantly devoured, and slaughter is their cultivation. Quick and cruel.

The practice of Lin Zhao is falling.

Qing Ruo was the first to feel it.

Lin Zhao did not like others to approach him. Even his subordinates rarely approached him very closely. The hall left the discontinuous cultivation of the high-level monks of Xuan Jue Men. The magical energy that he released was vertical and powerful, domineering and powerful.

Therefore, it is difficult for others to accurately feel his cultivation inside.

Lin Zhao returned from eating, and Qing Ruozhen was sitting at the gate of the hall hugging him.

Billowing is about to change to another breed. The sharp fox face has been rounded more than once. The round hair on the body is fluffy and soft. It looks good when you look at it.

If Qing likes to sit on the door frame, Lin Zhao is used to it.

Pao approached, her eyes fell on her fingers on the rolling head, "Qingruo."

Qing Ruo's eyes set aside, and when he heard his voice turning back, he always had a pure and pure face that was a little serious.

Looking up, he fixed his eyes on him, "Lin Zhao."

The voice is still soft, but it is never serious.

Lin Zhao stood a metre away from her and looked down at her.

The suit she wore today seemed to be the one she had tumbled over when he was quenching the body last time.

The cultivation of the magic repair, one is killing, and the other is quenching.

Killing is killing other creatures, and quenching body is killing others.

The spirits after the demon repair kill will be stored in the magic, and will be released when the body is quenched. The higher souls will be tortured when the body is quenched. Only after the combination of killing and quenching can Xiuwei be truly ascended.

This is also the reason why magic cultivation does not need to realize, but many magic cultivations fall early, and they cannot bear the pain of quenching.

Even for him, it was extremely hard to hold back when he was quenched, and Qing Ruo had seen it once, and he had sore his nails that he had pierced his palm with half of his fingertips.

If Qing was so scared and cried and afraid, she poured out all the elixir in his Qiankun bag and gave him to eat.

The top and bottom of the mysterious gate were stunned by the aura of her contents.

In the end, his coercion was released before he suppressed it.

The second time he said that he wanted to quench the body, and Qing Ruo tried everything to let it go. In the end, there was nothing he could do. At the beginning, he commanded the tumbling to disrupt it.

How dare you roll, the little girl held a thousand-year-old black iron dagger, and the frosty chill darted to face, "You can't go, don't go to me to stab you."

The appearance of fangs and grins can also scare the rolling instinct of being afraid of the millennium black iron cold chill.

Later, he lost his temper, scared her into a demon, and forced her to the corner to be blocked. The little girl was so scared that she closed her eyes and told him to let go.

His hand still pulled his clothes tightly.

Later, of course, he tortured her and let her dance all night to show him the anger.

At that time, she was wearing this suit, light pink, with pink peach flowers embroidered on the corners. That night's rotation was like a spring breeze when the peach blossoms bloomed, and the rain of peach blossoms were falling.

Lin Zhao looked at her seriousness and suddenly became unaccustomed. He took a step forward and reached out to her, "Get up."

Qing Ruo looked a little sad, pursed her lips, hugged in one hand, and put one hand on his palm.

His hands were cold, but Qingruo's hands were even colder.

Lin Zhao clenched the cold and petite hand in the palm of his palm, frowned, and pulled her arm hard.

"Ouch ~" Her seriousness was pierced.

Qing Ruo may not realize that the rolling now is beyond her hand. When he got up, his strength pulled her up, and the rolling weight pulled her down.

If Qing had an unstable center of gravity, she twisted herself and snarled into the arms like a dog.

Hair is messed up again.

Little mouth pouting, unhappy to let go.

Knowing that he was in trouble, he was afraid of the rolling call and quickly entered the hall and ran to his own nest.

The athletic body and its current shape are somewhat inconsistent.

Qing Ruo snorted at the disappearing figure.

Lin Zhao's smile was sullen in his chest.

Qing Ruo shook off his hand and stepped into the hall with a skirt.

After walking for a while and suddenly turning around, Lin Zhao looked down at his hands, still maintaining the movement just now, with the palms facing up, but now she was missing her hands.

Qing Ruo snorted softly and stepped back again with her skirt.

A tiny white and tender hand appeared in Lin Zhao's sight. The cool touch was placed on his palm, and almost a third of his palm remained.

"Let's go." She had a little temper. "I have something to ask you." Righteously.

Lin Zhao heard, worried.

She never hides her emotions.

Lin Zhao held her hand back again, and her strength was not heavy, but this time, if Qing Qing would break free again, she would never break free like the last time.

The two returned to the hall with his seat and a light wooden table in front of the bell.

In fact, the two rarely sat face to face in the hall and said something seriously. Lin Zhao often went out, and even if they had nothing to say, most of the time it was when he was serious about doing something that she suddenly ran over to make trouble.

The trouble was straightforward, his fangs came out more than once uncontrollably, but in the end, he was helpless to smile.

She is right-minded and has always been very good.

Or maybe she already has no scale, it is the scale that he is constantly pulling down.

There was only one chair, and both of them were standing. Qing Ruo made a soundproof array and did it carefully and carefully. He took out a lot of good things in his bag.

Lin Zhao watched quietly without urging her. When she was serious about doing things, she had a good rhythm, not too slow, and her small face had no expression, but it would not make people feel serious and dull.

As gentle as water, no matter what form it is, it feels natural.

Qing Ruo made the most meticulous arrangement to ensure that all practitioners and demons above and below the Xuan Jue Men could not hear it, and then pulled over his palm and began to write in a stroke.

There was a slight itch on her palm, her fingers were round and plump, her nails were clean and round, and she slid lightly on her palm.

Lin Zhao called his tongue and the uncontrolled fangs came out and rubbed his inner lip.

Sharp teeth brushed, a slight itch mixed with pain.

However, the feeling in the palm of the hand is different, completely different.

‘Your cultivation is decreasing? ’

Qing Ruo was still pulling his wrist with his left hand, and his right hand finished the sentence, his fingertips stopped at his palm, and he tilted his head to look at him, his eyes worried.

Worried?

Worries between humans and monsters?

Lin Zhao lowered his head, and Qingruo's eyes slowly widened as he looked at the slowly approaching face, and his breathing slowed down to finally hold.

No, don't start.

He gave her enough time to avoid it.

Her left hand was still pulling his wrist harder than before. The original cold little palm rolled out of the heat, hot on his piece of skin, and gradually spread around.

The fingertip of his right hand, which had stopped on his palm, had become a few fingers that clasped her palm horizontally, very tight and hot.

Lin Zhao breathed a little breath, and the distance was very close. Her long eyelashes came to his cheeks, and the breath he exhaled formed a tiny dew in the heat between the two, and condensed on her pink lips.

Even the eyelashes were draped with crystal clear dew.

He seemed to hear her heartbeat, banging, banging.

Lively, like a gorgeous starry sky.

"Well. The revision is going down."

**

She didn't dodge,

Does this mean that

I can kiss her,

Kiss her,

Kiss her.

—— [Black Box]