Chapter 585 The Witch (12)

   Shiyou learned firsthand what is lingering against death.

  Everything has become crazy and let people sink.

   This time, it took almost seven days and seven nights for the double cultivation. Although it wasn’t there all the time, I would rest for a while in between, but it was very strong.

  Because the two of them are dual cultivators, not only did they not feel tired, but they were forced to run the spiritual power for seven days and seven nights, and they were full of energy.

   When the matter is over, the man's voice is hoarse, and he rubs against her: "Baby, I still need it."

   Shiyou simply admired him.

   She pushed her head away with a light expression.

   Then he probed his spiritual power into his body, Ying Zhan let her do what she did, and did not resist, so Shiyou checked his body condition smoothly.

   recovered well, Shiyou felt a little more at ease.

   Yingzhan knew her current situation better than she did. The spirit power of the immortal body after the remodeling was extraordinary, and it only took seven days and seven nights to equal his cultivation for half a year.

   But he doesn't have the heart to think about it now.

   He carefully wrapped his arms around his daughter-in-law, stroking her smooth and delicate back and long hair back and forth, still not recovering from the previous madness.

   He took the person into his arms contentedly and continued to hug, feeling so good that he seemed to embrace his whole world.

   Being within reach of loved ones, being able to hug each other, is even more addictive to him than the union itself.

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When    Shiyou opened his eyes, it was already bright.

   Ying Zhan woke up early, but refused to leave the bed.

   Seeing her waking up, he skillfully rubbed over and kissed her forehead.

   "Awake?" His voice was hoarse and hoarse in the morning, as if a hand had tapped lightly on the eardrum, which made it ticklish.

   "Hmm." Shiyou didn't resist his stickiness, she put her head in his arms and rubbed it.

   Ying Zhan's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

  The two lay on the bed, Shiyou leaned against his arms, pillowed on his chest, he reclined, his eyes fixed on her, watching her pull his hair.

   Shiyou suddenly asked him: "Do you think Xiaoxingxing was born to you or me?"

  Ying Zhan coughed a few times and cleared his throat: "Of course it was born to you, it came out of your stomach."

   Shiyou chuckled.

  But it was you who experienced the pain of giving birth that time.

   She asked again: "How is Little Xingxing now? Is he in the spiritual world?"

   Yingzhan felt it, the jade plaque he gave Little Xingxing's body protection was still there, and logically speaking, there should be no major danger.

   "Well, don't worry, Little Xingxing is accompanied by Little Black Dragon."

   "But I'm always a little worried. Let's hurry up and restore our strength and go to the spiritual world."

  Ying Zhan raised his eyebrows and hooked a strand of black hair with his long fingers, "Baby, do you mean that the double cultivation of seven days and seven nights is not long enough? Huh?"

   The hint of danger in this "um" is too strong to ignore.

   "I don't think I've worked hard enough to be my husband?"

   "Ying Zhan, you clearly know that I don't mean that."

   Shiyou glared at him angrily, but it only made the latter feel more and more satisfied.

   The man lowered his head and bit her ear, and spent a long time with her until she was made vulnerable, and then said in a smiling voice: "Then, can we continue to practice now?

   Shiyou snorted very lowly, calling like a milk cat, like a hook, hooking out all the deep blackness in Ying Zhan's eyes.

   Shiyou snorted: "Don't make it too late, I'll go out later."

  The man put some cool lips on the back of her neck, "Where are you going?"

   Shiyou made a random nonsense reason: "Inspect the territory."

   (end of this chapter)