"Smack!" A whip was drawn on Ling Junwu's body mercilessly, his body trembled, and the basin on his head fell, instantly turning into a soup chicken, his thin clothes were tightly attached to his thin body, and he looked pitifully at Ling Huisheng, who was lying on the chaise longue, his fingers twisting the spirit fruit and eating.

"Don't be distracted, the speed of finger stamping is speeding up, and there is ......" looked at Ling Junwu with a smile and bad intentions.

"Brother...... "It turns out that this is called wanting to cry without tears."

"Don't continue to cultivate! Remember to fill the basin with water. ”

"Yes......"

"Smack!" He whipped it again, glanced at Ling Junwu, who was doused with cold water, and said leisurely, "Wrong! ”

Ling Junwu dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, and only opened his mouth and scolded silently when he turned his back to Ling Huisheng.

"Smack!"

"What's wrong again! I wasn't wrong this time. He stomped his foot hard, his eyes widening with anger.

"It's easy, you come on."

"You're fooling me!" grabbed the copper basin with both hands and raised it above his head to smash it at the fool who was playing with himself, but when he saw the whip in his hand, he turned around, "Hmph! Heroes don't suffer immediate losses. ”

Ling Huisheng looked at Ling Junwu who was leaving with a basin and couldn't help but lie on the couch and laugh, it turned out that it was so interesting to tease himself!

When I came back with a basin of water, I saw that the man was smiling, bared his teeth, and really wanted to splash the water.

"Come here! Come to me. ”

"What for?" looked at the person who didn't know what the moth was, what kind of hand to move, as a pet!

A glance at the past, the child immediately compromised, and moved over in small steps.

"Hmm! What did you give me to eat? ”

"No vomiting, is it delicious?"

"Quack! Quack! He chewed it twice, and it tasted sweet, and he glanced at the smiling man suspiciously.

"It's a spirit fruit, do you like it?" Ling Huisheng raised his chin towards the large plate of red spirit fruits placed on the small table, "Go cultivate!" ”

"Humph!" With a pout, he twisted his body and stood not far away to continue practicing.

The eyes glanced at the fruit bowl from time to time, the beautiful spirit fruit was decreasing, and it all entered the stomach of the hateful person, and after a while, there were only a few left on the large plate, and I really couldn't help but show an aggrieved expression and looked at the person who ate the spirit fruit: "You have eaten so much, leave me two!" ”

Ling Huisheng picked up the last few and threw them in his mouth one by one, not looking at the angry people.

In the middle of the night, Ling Junwu dragged his tired little body back to his room, touched his hungry stomach, and endured the sourness from his nose and the grievances in his heart.

The Night Pearl emitted a soft light that illuminated the whole room, and there were several plates of spirit fruits on the table in the center of the room, which looked very beautiful in red, red, yellow and yellow.

looked at the spirit fruit in front of him in a daze, grabbed a handful of small hands and stuffed it into his mouth, and the tears suddenly couldn't stop, and they fell to the ground with a click.

"Uh......h Don't think I'm going to forgive you! Belch...... Unforgive! Woohoo......"

Looking at the empty plate, I touched my full stomach, my whole body was warm, and it was a little supportive.

The thin and small body curled up on the big bed, overflowing with spiritual power, Ling Junwu bit his lip tightly and made a whimpering sound from his throat, his underwear was already soaked, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Brother, it's so uncomfortable! It's so uncomfortable......" his mouth unconsciously cried out to the only person who could help him.

Ling Huisheng pushed open the door and walked unhurriedly to the bed, looking at the child trembling in pain

"Let you be greedy, if you don't get up and disperse the spiritual power in your body, if it's too late, you will explode and die."

"Brother......

"Get up! Don't worry, I'll be with you. ”

Ling Junwu looked at the indifferent person with wet eyes, sobbed, and got up to control the spiritual power in his body.

Delicious spirit fruits are not something that can be eaten casually.

Ling Junwu cultivated to a higher level because of the spirit fruit, but he was reprimanded by Ling Huisheng, and was asked to suppress his cultivation and condense the power in his body.

On this day, Ling Junwu came back from outside with a relaxed pace, and as soon as he approached the palace, he noticed an unusual aura: "What's wrong?" ”

Carefully exploring this familiar place, he found that Ling Huisheng's residence was exuding a powerful power, spreading in all directions.

"Brother!" Muttered to himself, clenched his fists to support the discomfort of his body, and slowly approached the room that was exuding a terrifying aura, activating the defense of the treasure weapon on his body, but the power was too strong, and the treasure made an overwhelmed sound.

Gently pushed open the door, slowly walked into the room, quietly hid behind the screen and secretly looked in, only to see that the person who was usually very powerful and had always been at ease was lying on the bed in pain at the moment, his body was wrapped with purple flames and satin-like black mist, clinging to the skin with amazing visual stimulation, the underwear was rubbed messy, and the fragile appearance actually had a fatal beauty and attractiveness.

Although the little Ling Junwu was not sympathetic at this time, he was also confused by Ling Huisheng's appearance.

The uncontrollable power attacked the person hiding behind the screen, Ling Junwu stood in place and didn't know how to dodge, Ling Huisheng, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, and his sharp gaze met a pair of black grape-like ignorant eyes, and waved his hand to cut off the uncontrolled power that attacked out.

"Get out!" Ling Huisheng, who was frightened without emotion, stiffened his body and couldn't move, and after a while, he turned his head and ran outside, until he ran to the main hall and sat on the ground against a pillar, gasping for breath.

"Hmm!" An irrepressible moan of pain flowed out of his mouth, and Ling Huisheng sat up and leaned against the edge of the bed, his fingers sealing the raging demonic qi and purple ghostly fire.

"I didn't expect that the incomplete soul would bring such a big trouble, but it's a pity that the part of the soul that was burned by the Purple Nether Fire couldn't be repaired for a while, and it could only be slowly cultivated in the future." The power around the body slowly recovered and regained the body, but unfortunately these powers could not be used at will in their current condition, otherwise they would definitely be devoured if they lost their control, "It seems that we need to find some spiritual objects that cultivate the soul." ”

"Junwu, come to my room."

"Brother?" Suddenly woke up and looked at the top of the empty hall, slowly got up from the ground and looked in a certain direction suspiciously, rubbed his eyes and walked towards his cheap brother's room.

Ling Huisheng had already cleaned up after passing the dangerous period, but at this time, his body was still very weak, even his face was bloodless, with a trace of sickness, and there was still pain on his body, which was the sequelae of incomplete soul, and he didn't want to move when he lay on the bed.

"Brother, are you alright?" Ling Junwu raised his little hand to touch Ling Huisheng's forehead, "You don't look good......

"Don't touch me." He tilted his head to the side slightly, "I didn't hurt you before!" ”

Ling Junwu withdrew his hand and shook his head: "Brother, are you really okay?" ”

"It's okay, you can practice here today! I want to look at you. The hand under the nest moved his fingers slightly, and the nerves of the whole body were suddenly affected, and the pain was cold sweat.

Ling Junwu looked at the weak man on the bed hesitantly, thought about it, and honestly took a few steps back and cultivated seriously.

The events of the past two days left a deep impression on Ling Junwu's heart, and he never forgot it.

Every ten years, the sequelae caused by Ling Huisheng's incomplete soul will attack, every time Ling Junwu will hide and peek, I don't know why he is like this, but every time he sees a different Ling Huisheng, he will have a strange excitement, that kind of Ling Huisheng makes him inexplicably like, greedily looking at the eyes dyed with pain, imagining what kind of face is behind the veil.

"Am I sick?" Ten years seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye, and Ling Junwu, who was nearly a weak crown year, hid in the room after peeking at his brother for the second time, covered his head with a quilt, knelt on the bed and stared at the bed with a pair of bright eyes in the dark, the body temperature on his body was a little high, which was really not normal for a cultivator, "But I really want to see what my brother looks like, why do I have such a strange feeling?" ”

In the past ten years, Ling Junwu has never left this place where ice and snow have been floating for many years, this place is really strange, no one has ever been here, there is nothing but himself and his brother and this palace.

Turned over and lay flat on the bed, pulled the brocade quilt and only showed a pair of eyes, and sighed: "I don't like that ruthless brother, but I didn't draw a rune array to start so hard, and the day before yesterday was my birthday!" A hand touched his waist, where there was still a faint whip mark, "Do you think I'll forgive you if I cook something for me to eat?" Hum! Wishful thinking, it's another trick to whip a sweet date to eat, this trick is useless to me.

"However, that sweet and salty little dumpling is quite delicious, but unfortunately there are too few...... Yes! What's going on with your thoughts? Holding the quilt and rolling a few times, most of the quilt fell to the ground, one leg pressed against the quilt, and the hand held the cheek and remembered.

"Oh no, the imperial art that my brother said hasn't been practiced yet, so what's the good now? When it's over, it's definitely going to be another whip. ”

He sat up suddenly, put on his boots and ran towards Ling Huisheng's room.

Ling Huisheng soaked naked in the spiritual spring water, his long black hair was scattered a little on the edge of the white jade pool, the thin steam rose up and blurred the space, incense was burned next to it, and the smoke clouds were like a fairyland.

Ling Junwu recklessly broke into his brother's room and saw a picture of a beautiful woman bathing, but he was worried that he would be whipped, so even if he saw this picture, he didn't dare to have any reverie, and honestly stopped not far away, and said his mistake sincerely: "Brother, Junwu is stubborn, and the art of imperial objects has not yet been practiced, please punish my brother." ”

Bending down and bowing his head in his heart, hoping to lose a few lashes for the sake of being so well-behaved, he secretly raised his eyes and found that his brother was not wearing a veil, but unfortunately he had his back to him, and he could almost see that face.

"Really?" The person sitting in the pool asked casually, and only after a while did he speak again, "Since you haven't practiced proficiently, you won't go back to cultivate!" ”

He raised his head and looked at his brother who was facing away from him in surprise, and his breathing was disordered: "Yes, I will definitely practice hard and will never let my brother down." Quickly exited the room, secretly rejoicing in his heart, could it be that my brother was in a good mood? Unexpectedly, he let him go, and his mind suddenly flashed with the weak appearance of his brother yesterday, and a strange thought suddenly popped up in his heart.