The fox now has a name, it's called Roll.

Because Qingruo especially likes to watch it roll on the ground in a ball, and when it looks good, it will be eaten by the spirit fruit.

After eating a bunch of spirit fruits, my stomach was high and bulging, and it was hard to roll, but it was really interesting.

The little girl sat on the door frame on the left side of the main hall, and her feet were rolling hard and hard, Qingruo supported one hand between her knees and chin, and the red and gorgeous spirit fruit was sandwiched between the two fingers of one hand, swaying from side to side, rolling into a ball and looking at the direction of the spirit fruit, rolling squeaky.

I'm anxious and want to eat.

Even if there is some spiritual intelligence, but after all, it is more of an animal's instinct, and he eats a lot, but the spiritual fruit is the best food for Warcraft, and he can't help but want to eat it when he sees it.

The little girl was amused and laughed, and the steps in her hair jingled as she shook, and her crisp laughter formed into a beat, like a music for the joy of harvest.

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

Rolling was forced to be anxious, not rolling, jumping up to pounce on her hand, Qingruo was defenseless, Rolling was now a little heavy eating, and his whole body hit her arm.

She sat on the door frame, which was narrow, and she was not sitting very steadily, her eyes widened instantly, and she leaned back to the ground, and sighed.

One man and one fox hit the door panel in the back together.

The spirit fruit that rolled to her fingertips as she wished, stepped on her with four feet, Qingruo was thrown to the ground, there was cultivation as a protection, it hurt or not, but the steps in her hair were crooked, her clothes were messy, her mouth was deflated, and her small appearance was so aggrieved.

Lin Zhao hooked his lips, as if it was quite funny.

rummaged through the Xuanjue Gate, and finally found what he wanted, what his mother finally wanted to give him, was intercepted by the master, and now he still got it back.

Lin Zhao didn't make a move against the remaining five sects, and the sects all thought that the saint's side was useful.

After three months, not only the five major sects, but also some small sects began to send saints to the Xuanjue Gate in an endless stream.

The Xuanjue Gate has now become a demon stronghold, and the main peak and the surrounding peaks have been cleaned up.

One peak and twelve mountains are continuous, and the peak where the four holy women lived before has increased rapidly in recent times.

Qingruo lives on the left side of the main hall, and the right side of the call.

In fact, it doesn't matter if the two of them are cultivating now or not, the main thing is cultivation.

If you are cultivating the Tao, the cultivation during enlightenment will be a few years long, and the short one will be a few months. There is no way to compare this place with the aura of her original cave mansion, and the cultivation effect is not great, Qingruo has been in a state of complete empty play in the past few months.

Temporary summoning is a demon cultivation, and demon cultivation does not need to be enlightened, it is constantly devouring, and slaughtering is their cultivation. Swift and brutal.

The cultivation of the temporary call is falling.

Qingruo was the first to feel it.

Lin Zhao doesn't like others to get close, even if it is his subordinates, there are few times when he is very close, the main hall is left with the remnants of the intermittent cultivation breath of the high-level monks of the Xuanjue Sect, Lin Zhao stayed in it for a while, and the demonic energy he released was vertical and horizontal inside, domineering and strong.

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

When he returned from eating, Qingruo was sitting at the door of the main hall and hugging him.

Rolling is now about to become another species, the original sharp fox face is more than one circle, and the round hair on the body is fluffy and soft, which is easy to pinch when you look at it.

Qingruo likes to sit on the door frame, and he is used to the calling.

Pacing closer, his gaze falling on the fingers on her head, "Qingruo." ”

Qingruo's eyes fell on the side, and when he heard his voice, he turned his head, and his little face, which had always been pure and pure, was actually a little tight.

Tilting his head and looking at him fixedly, "Summoned." ”

The voice was still soft, but it was more serious than ever.

Lin Zhao stood a meter away from her, looking down at her.

The outfit she wore today seemed to be the one she instructed her to roll over and make trouble the last time he was quenching.

The cultivation of demon cultivation is to kill, and the second is to quench the body.

To kill is to kill other living beings, and to quench the body is to kill other living beings to kill themselves.

The creatures after the demon cultivation is killed will be stored in the demonic qi, and all the creatures that are cultivated when they are killed will be subjected to higher torture when they are tempered. And only after the combination of killing and quenching can the cultivation be truly improved.

This is also the reason why demon cultivators don't need to be enlightened, but many demon cultivators have fallen early, and they can't bear the pain of quenching their bodies.

Even if it was him, it was the extreme to be able to hold back and not make a sound when he was quenching, and he was seen by Qingruo once, and he hurt so much that his nails were cut and his palm was pierced deep with half a fingertip.

Qingruo was so frightened that she cried and was afraid, and poured out all the elixirs and healing medicines in her Qiankun bag to give him food.

The whole of the Xuanjue Gate was hooked by the aura of the things in her Qiankun bag.

In the end, it was his coercion that was suppressed.

The second time he said that he wanted to quench his body, Qingruo did everything possible to refuse, but in the end there was no way, he commanded the rolling to make trouble and interrupt at the beginning.

How dare you go, the little girl is holding a thousand-year-old black iron dagger, and the cold air is bubbling towards the rolling, "If you don't go, I'll stab you if you don't go." ”

The appearance of baring teeth and grinning can also scare the thousand-year-old Xuantie cold qi instinctively scared.

Later, he was so angry that he turned into a demon and frightened her, forcing her into a corner and blocking her, and the little girl was so scared that she closed her eyes and told him to get out of the way.

But his hand was still tightly pulling on the hem of his clothes.

Later, of course, he tortured her and made her dance all night to show him to quench his anger.

At that time, she was wearing this suit, light pink, with pink peach blossoms embroidered on the corners, and that night it was like a spring breeze when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, and the peach blossom rain fell one after another.

Lin Zhao looked at her serious appearance and suddenly became a little unaccustomed, stepped forward and stretched out his hand to her, "Get up." ”

Qingruo looked a little sad, pursed her lips, held it with one hand, and put one hand on his palm.

The temperature of his hands was very low, but Qingruo's hands were actually even colder.

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

"Ouch~" Her stern atmosphere was punctured.

Qingruo may not have realized that the current rolling is no longer something she can hold with one hand, and the moment he gets up, his strength pulls her body up, and the rolling weight pulls her down on the other side.

Qingruo's center of gravity was unstable, he twisted himself, and crashed into his arms like a rolling dog.

The hair is messy again.

The little mouth was deflated, and he was very unhappy to let it go.

Knowing that he was in trouble and afraid of the call, he quickly rushed into the main hall and ran to his nest.

The athletic skills are somewhat out of step with its current size.

Qingruo snorted at its vanishing figure.

The smile of the call was in his chest.

Qingruo shook off his hand and stepped into the hall with his skirt.

After walking for a while, he suddenly turned around, and Lin Zhao was looking down at his hand, still maintaining the same movement just now, with his palm facing up, but now her hand was missing.

Qingruo snorted softly, and stepped back with her skirt.

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

"Let's go." She's a little grumpy. "I have something to ask you." Rightly speaking.

The call heard and was worried.

She has never hidden her feelings.

Lin Zhao held her hand with his backhand again, and the strength was not heavy, but this time, if Qingruo broke free again, he would definitely not break free like last time.

The two returned to the main hall, with his chair and a light-wood-colored table in front of the bell.

In fact, the two rarely sat facing each other in the main hall and said something seriously. Lin Zhao often went out, and even when he was, they didn't have anything to say, most of the time it was when he was doing something seriously that she suddenly came over to make trouble.

Troublesome and arrogant, his fangs popped out uncontrollably more than once, but in the end, he smiled helplessly.

She is straightforward and has always been very measured.

Or maybe she has no sense of proportion, and he is constantly lowering the scale of proportion.

There was only one chair, and both of them were standing, Qingruo made a soundproof array, which was done very carefully and meticulously, and a lot of good things were taken out of the Qiankun bag.

Lin Zhao looked at her quietly, and did not urge her, she had a good rhythm when she was doing things seriously, unhurried, and her little face had no expression, but it would not make people feel dull.

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

Qing Ruo made the most meticulous arrangements to ensure that all the cultivators or demons above and below the Xuanjue Sect could not hear it, so he pulled his palm and began to write in his palm one by one.

There was a slight itch in the palm, her fingers were round and full, and her nails were clean and round, sliding on the palm of her hand.

Lin Zhao's tongue pushed against the fangs that popped out uncontrollably, and rubbed his inner lip.

Sharp teeth rubbed through, a slight itch mixed with pain.

However, the feeling in the palm of your hand is not the same, completely different.

'Your cultivation is decreasing?' ’

Qingruo still held his wrist with his left hand, and after writing this sentence with his right hand, his fingertips stopped in his palm, and he tilted his head to look at him, his eyes worried.

Worry?

Worries between humans and demons?

Lin Zhao lowered his head, Qingruo looked at the face that was slowly approaching, his eyes widened and widened, and his breathing slowed down to the end of the breath.

No, don't start.

He gave her plenty of time to dodge.

Her left hand was still tugging at his wrist, harder than before, and the originally cold palm of her hand tumbled out a heat surge, hot and hot on his skin, gradually spreading around.

The fingertips of his right hand, which had originally stopped in his palm, had turned into a few fingers clasping her palm, very tight and hot.

Lin Zhao blew lightly, very close, her long eyelashes brushed his cheeks, and his exhaled breath dispersed into tiny dew in the heat between the two of them, condensing on her pink lips.

Even on the eyelashes, there is a crystal dew.

He seemed to hear her heartbeat, poof, poof.

Fresh, like the splendor of the sky full of stars.

"Hmm. Repair is decreasing. ”

**

She didn't dodge,

Does this mean that

I can kiss her,

Kiss her,

Kiss her.

- [Black Box]