Qingjun woke up groggily.
She moved her body, feeling weak and weak.
She closed her eyes, and even though there was an enchantment, she still felt a foul stench in the cave.
She closed her eyes and stretched out her hand, groped around the couch, and felt a pile of cold spirit stones.
Those were pure, high-grade spirit stones.
She held a piece in her hand and absorbed the spiritual power in it.
With such a high-grade spirit stone, if an ordinary golden pill was used for cultivation, it would take a few days to absorb the spiritual energy in it.
Qingjun let go of his hand after a moment, and the crystal moist spirit stone turned into a dry and hard ordinary stone.
Qingjun absorbed the aura of more than a dozen spirit stones in a row, and his mind was clearer.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded, and a figure shook faintly outside the hazy tent.
A maid lifted the tent and said, "You have awakened the Demon King's command."
"Get out" Qingjun drank lowly.
The maid pursed her lips, turned and retreated, muttering a low sentence in her mouth.
The long foxtail swept over, and the maid's body was swept to the cave wall, and then fell to the ground, and then as if dragged vigorously by an invisible hand, she was dragged to the edge of the couch with a whoosh.
Qingjun's hand grabbed her throat.
"It's just a brute," Qingjun narrowed his eyes.
"Spare your life," the maid shouted in horror, "Qingjun spare your life" She struggled as a sachet fell from her body.
Without the sachet, the stench on her body stimulated Qingjun's sensitive sense of smell.
"It stinks."
Qingjun lowered his eyes and looked at her, "How many people have eaten?"
Her hand exerted, and the maid shattered into black powder.
The stench in the cave was pungent.
Qingjun set off a fox fire and burned the powder.
A small whirlwind swirled, sweeping away the stench in the cave room, and Qingjun felt that he could catch his breath.
She took two puffs of clean air and looked down at her body.
She is delicate and graceful, and has an absolute attraction to males.
The traces left on her body by those demon lords have disappeared after this great awakening.
She slept longer and longer as long as she slept this night.
With a wave of Qingjun's hand, the couch was covered with beautiful clothes.
Her storage treasure is filled with endless clothes, each of which is as beautiful as a cloud.
Small clothes, obscene pants, and mid-single Qingjun uphold good dressing habits, one by one, and put them on in an orderly and unstable manner.
When the outermost coat was also draped, the hand that was as white as Suxue stretched out from the sleeve.
The sleeves are layer by layer, layer after layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, layered with complex and luxurious beauty.
This is the aesthetic inherited from the Changtian vein in the shrine in the past.
What Changtian likes, Qingjun also likes.
From the beginning of her transformation, she has dressed herself up as she likes to grow up.
It's a coincidence, or, of course, the way Changtian likes it, the demon lord also likes it.
Qingjun's fingers touched his shoulders, and the collar of the coat was arranged and fitted without a trace of wrinkles.
Turning around again, the man leaned on the table and looked at her with a smile on his cheeks.
"What are you doing?"
asked Qingjun.
"It's so beautiful," the man admired, "a woman is as beautiful when she dresses as she is when she takes off." ” He stood up, stepped out, turned into a cloud of black mist, and in an instant, he arrived in front of Qingjun, stepped down, and condensed into a human form.
He was actually a soul body at first, but just like a monk who would work hard to refine the Yang God after returning to the Void Realm, he had already refined himself after a long period of tempering.
"You" he smiled and hugged Qingjun into his arms and kissed her, "especially beautiful" Qingjun closed his eyes.
She loved him complimenting her with his affectionate voice, the admiration in his eyes as he stripped off her shirt, and even more like him galloping across her.
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It made her feel that she was loved.
"How long did I sleep," she asked.
"Not long," the man said, "half a year." ” Qingjun opened his eyes, his gaze was obscure.
The love she received came at a heavy cost.
"Don't worry."
The man said pityingly, "Next time I'll lighten it." ” "Where is this?"
asked Qingjun.
She hadn't gone outside yet, but she could tell that this was not the place she had been before.
"Elsewhere."
The man said, "Something went wrong in Izubara Valley, and it may have been discovered." ” Qingjun lowered her eyes, not letting the man see her expression.
She gently stroked the man's smooth jaw with her backhand, slid it to his Adam's apple, and scratched it there.
The man's Adam's apple rolled up and down and kissed her neck.
"Clothes are the most beautiful thing for you to wear, and I will solve them."
The man chuckled and pulled off Qingjun's belt.
Qingjun put on the clothes layer by layer, and one by one fell on the side of the couch.
Qingjun covered the couch, and between the beds, Qingjun closed his eyes and frowned: "It stinks to death." ” The man's shirt had just been half removed, and he lowered his head and sniffed himself, saying, "Indeed." ” "I just went to eat," he said, "and the smell is disgusting." ” He cast a spell, and there was no longer a trace of stench in the cave.
In fact, he was very disgusted with the stench.
The long sky is full of flowers in the shrine, embracing incense and jade.
But he was going to be surrounded by these foul smells.
"It's so fragrant" he kissed Qingjun, "You are so fragrant, why don't I love you." ” Qingjun opened his eyes, hugged him tightly, and said, "But your love makes your maids dare to despise me." ” "Because she's stupid."
The man smiled and kissed her, "She doesn't understand how much you mean to me." ” "I'm stupid too."
Qingjun said softly.
The man smiled charmingly: "You're stupid and cute."
At least you know you should live. ” Qingjun raised his arm to cover his eyes, not wanting to be bewitched further by his smile.
Qingjun was hot and hot, the blood vessels under the skin were bubbling and flowing, and his heart was pounding, all of them were hot, and there was no smell.
Qingjun has been by his side for decades, and she has never fallen into the devil, she is alive.
Men don't think it's enough.
"Why do you have to be humanoid when you're not human," he said.
Unless it is necessary for battle, the transformed demon will appear in human form.
Although I don't know the root, in this world, whether it is the demon race or the spirit race, in the process of powerful evolution, they do regard the "human form" as higher than their true body and original form.
Qingjun refused, but the man had his own means.
She couldn't help but show her true form.
Jade fur and a shaggy tail.
At this time, there was a gold ring encrusted with beautiful gems at the base of the tail.
"Qingqing'er is so beautiful."
Men also like the smooth jade fur of foxes just like Changtian.
In the vertical and horizontal, the spiritual power operates.
Since Qingjun's spiritual power has been running for a week, it has been thick and turbulent, and it has been dragged into the man's sea of qi.
This deprivation was repeated week after week in his great opening and closing, and Qingjun once again lost consciousness and fell asleep.
When she woke up and recovered a little, the man came to her again.
His touch was so gentle, but Qingjun trembled slightly.
"I'm going to die," she said.
"No, it won't.
How could it be," the man said, "you are my beloved, and I will keep you alive." ” Qingjun said softly: "Is this really love?"
The man smiled and sighed, "Of course.
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Love is like that, and if you love me, give it to me. ” Qingjun said: "You ask for too much, I can't bear it." ” "There's no way around that."
The man sighed, "You know what I am.
I am his evil and his desires. ” "What's more, I'm not an ordinary desire, I'm his most indulgent shadow."
After the man finished speaking, he suddenly became interested, kissed Qingjun and asked her: "Have you ever had a good time with Changtian?"
Qingjun's white hands turned into sharp nails and pinched into his skin, but there was no blood in his body that could flow.
He regretted: "No" "It's a pity, I want to compare."
He laughed, "You know, men always want to win and lose in this regard." ” He added: "But Changtian also has desires, although there is no me, but since he has surrendered to the flesh, it is impossible for him to be completely desireless. ” Qingjun remembered that the beauty in the shrine was like a cloud.
"Yes."
She replied, "But not like you." ” "He's hypocritical."
The man said, "He used to be called a god, like a god."
I've heard that the shrine is full of beauties."
"There are a lot of beauties, but he has actually spoiled not as many as you think."
Qingjun said.
There are too many beauties in the shrine to count, and they are all the best in the world.
Those mortals will die of old age, and they will be replaced by batches of new people.
But every period of time, Changtian is always blessed with just a few around him.
Qingjun has always been by Changtian's side and is very clear about this matter.
Whenever Changtian pampered the new Fanji, Fanji celebrated like a holiday.
The man asked, "I heard that there are so many beauties in the shrine, since he doesn't enjoy them, what are so many beauties used for?"
What is it used for?
Qingjun was suddenly stunned.
The things she was born accustomed to, she never thought about.
Rippling skirts spread across the long corridor, and the figures of beauties were everywhere, and their laughter rang out in every corner.
And outside the shrine, there are continuous military tents.
Although there were also female nuns, the overwhelming majority of the soldiers were male nuns.
Those male cultivators need women to relieve their desires, to multiply their bloodlines, and to comfort the tension and anxiety of life and death they face in war.
The mortals have the protection of the heavens, so the monks will marry them.
"Look.
It's a lot like what I do.
The man said dissatisfiedly, "It's just a beautiful skin." ” Is that so?
Qingjun has slowly learned to think in the past few decades.
Before the man's predation made her unconscious, she thought no, it was different However, what is the difference, Qingjun can't say yet.
Summing up and analyzing, these things that are twisting around are too difficult for her to get used to straight ideas.
Qingjun woke up and felt weak.
The demon race is different from the human race, and the natural demon race can also cultivate naturally in their sleep.
Her slumber is the body's self-repair.
It's just that this kind of speed is not as fast as active cultivation.
But she didn't immediately replenish her spiritual power with spirit stones.
She could feel that the man had been taking her too hard lately.
In the past, he would give her time to recover from her cultivation.
But now he became anxious why She let herself lie there weakly, and in such a weak state, he would let her go for the time being.
Qingjun's body felt cold.
He said he liked her warmth and heat on the inside.
But the place where he was was was always cold.
It was not the natural cold, but the surrounding dead air was too thick, which would consume the aura on the monk's body, resulting in a feeling similar to "cold".
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She let out her tail and tried to wrap herself around.
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