Chapter 454： Brother's Hearth (12)

"I do n’t know, but based on my feelings, I believe that you must be an adult who is far better than me. Now in the fairy world, where are I waiting for the little demon to walk? In the room, the big demon was forced to retreat into a demon world, but we, little demon, could not survive in the demon world without relying on the mountain, and were killed by monks in Xiuxian Realm ... where is there any way to live. "

Xia Qiu said sadly.

This excuse is perfect. For the demon, double cultivation is only a means to improve strength. It doesn't matter who or whether it is with only one person. Xia Qiu said that, it is understandable.

But for thousands of years alone, men have always been disdainful to rely on these inferior ways, but I do not know if the realm is damaged, and Xia Qiu is aroused, and men will not be as calm as they are.

Maybe, it's time for him to find someone to do double cultivation.

The demon always obeys nature. Since he has such an idea, the man no longer covers it, and now Xiang Xia Qiu hooks his hands and pats the stone bed beside him.

Xia Qiu was embarrassed. She wanted to seduce the man, but should this progress be so fast?

"Why? You don't want to practice it? You can't come." The man snorted.

The body seemed to be out of control suddenly, rushing straight towards the man, and then the two groups in front of Xiong were soft and cushioned, and Xia Qiu ran directly into the man's arms.

The man treated her like a child, dragging her very soft buttocks with a large hand, and with a little hard work, Xia Qiu struck him horizontally on his leg.

There was no turning back when the bow was opened, and the man was not giving Xia Qiu a chance to repent. The aggression covered Xia Qiu's red lips, entangled deeply, turned and Xia Qiu had been pressed on the stone bed by him.

There was some fear in his heart, and Xia Qiu's heart was trembling with men's strength and aggression.

"You ... what should I call you ..."

"Chen." Big hands solved Xia Qiu's thin clothes.

"Then ... what the **** are you?" He kept talking and turned his attention away. Xia Qiu turned his face away. Some trembling ones didn't know what he said.

And one question after another finally made the man who claimed to be Chen frown, and he stretched out his hand and pinched Xia Qiu's chin.

Turning her face over, she saw a little fear and timidity in the water eyes, and Chen re-examined this snow-skinned little flower demon, looking softer.

"I will take care of you, as long as you don't betray me." Murmured.

It seemed that I shouldn't say such a thing. Xia Qiu heard it brightly, and she wanted to ask again, and Chen had already swarmed by her hand, and she would not be given the opportunity to speak again.

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There is no redness on the stone bed. The demon is not similar to humans. The redness in the body is condensed into red pills, which condenses the essence of the banshee's cultivation in the body for many years.

There are vicious demon who will directly refine the woman's red pills, then the female demon will be greatly damaged and will not recover within a hundred years.

Of course, the normal double cultivation is the yin and yang cycle. The male spirit and the red pill blend together and complement each other.

The male demon controls the process of blending and benefits from it. In the process, the more energy he feeds back to the female demon, the faster the female demon will become better, so the female demon will like to find a strong male demon to repair. Enhance cultivation.

But the demon flower that Xia Qiushu wore was not small, and the essence contained in the red pills was even more extraordinary. When Chen was controlling the yin and yang mutual aid, a powerful force suddenly surged out of Xia Qiu's body.

The snow-white body was held up by numerous green vines, the bright red flowers were like swaying tentacles, the petals swirled, and the fragrance was fragrant.

Chen was a little scared, but the power of the petals was strange. Even if he was in a state of spirits, he was too bound to move.