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There is a little girl in the family who has just grown up

", do you dare to fight again?" The fierce spirit continued to provoke the black corpse spirit.

"You can take a look to see if Zhen Cheng's dantian can still withstand our toss!" The Black Death Artifact replied with disdain.

"What a disappointment! Zhen Cheng hasn't killed anyone in a long time, it's so not fun! "Even if the machine spirit doesn't warn it, the fierce spirit knows that it can't fight anymore.

Murderous, bloodthirsty, that's all there is to the life of a murderous spirit. Not long after it was condensed and formed, although the fierce spirit said it soundly, it didn't dare to fight again in his heart.

What the machine spirit said was right, if he continued to fight, Zhen Cheng's body would be damaged, and at that time, if he didn't do it well, he would be gone.

But giving up like this, the fierce spirit was very unwilling. After thinking for a while, he said, "It's okay not to fight, but the competition will continue!" ”

"How do you continue? If you dare to leave this shell and go outside with me to fight, I'm happy to accompany you! The fierce spirit did not insist on fighting again, and the machine spirit breathed a sigh of relief. After the destruction of the Black Soul, the machine spirit was like a soul that had lost its physical body, and its own liliang was slowly losing every day. If it weren't for the milky white gas in Zhen Cheng's Mud Pill Palace, the machine spirit even doubted whether he could hold on.

The shijie outside is different from the era when the machine spirit lived, and the aura is completely gone, and it is filthy. The fierce spirit has just condensed and formed, but its vitality is extremely tenacious. To use an inappropriate analogy, the machine spirit at this moment is an old man, while the fierce spirit is a young man with infinite vitality.

After a few hours of fighting, the machine spirit was using his rich combat experience against the enemy. If he really fought as hard as he did just now, although the machine spirit had the confidence to kill the evil spirit, it might also disappear by itself.

"If you don't go outside, you can still compete!" The fierce spirit seemed to have thought about everything a long time ago, and said excitedly, "Zhen Cheng is now living in the Jindan Gate, and there are so many cultivation masters here!" We urged Zhen Cheng to challenge, and then each guided Zhen Cheng to defeat the opponent. Whoever helps Zhen Cheng kill more people will win! ”

"Idiot!" Before the fierce spirit could finish speaking, it was interrupted by the Black Death Weapon Spirit, "Have you forgotten that the Jindan Sect has an ancestor of the Jindan Stage?" You let Zhen Cheng challenge everywhere, so how big is the danger that you and I are exposed? Is it difficult, do you think that with Zhen Cheng's current strength, he can deal with Jindan Ancestor! If you want to disappear, then find a way to kill yourself, and it's better not to bother me! I'm not going to promise you this boring game! ”

"That's right!" Although the evil spirit is stubborn, the analysis of the machine spirit is reasonable. Thinking that this was still a condensed form, the fierce spirit nodded in agreement. But let yourself stay in Zhen Cheng's middle dantian like this, the fierce spirit is not reconciled. After thinking about it, he said, "Zhen Cheng is now participating in the competition, and with his strength, it is estimated that it will be difficult to defeat anyone again!" We help Zhen Cheng fight, defeat the opponent, and get the first place, it's always okay, right? ”

"You're still not doing it right!" In the eyes of the machine spirit, the fierce spirit is like a child, although this method is barely reasonable, but there are many shortcomings. "The opponent has strength and weakness, which in itself is unfair!"

"That's not easy, let's fight with an opponent!"

"That's not going to happen! The opponent must be strong at the beginning, who comes first and who comes last? ”

"Rock-paper-scissors, whoever wins, whoever comes first! Then alternately dominate Zhen Cheng to make moves! Whoever dies on the opponent's move wins! "In order to be able to kill people every day, to be able to smell blood every day, the idea of the evil spirit is one after another.

The machine spirit was silent, because the evil spirit's plan could indeed be carried out. This kind of boring competition, the machine spirit is very disdainful. But in the current situation, if you retreat, you will definitely anger the evil spirit. If there is another fight, then Zhen Cheng may disappear, so where can he find the master?

"Barely made it!" The machine spirit didn't let the somewhat irritable fierce spirit wait too long, and readily agreed. "But this matter, only the two of us have agreed on it!"

"Tell Zhen Cheng?" The machine spirit agreed to the competition, and the fierce spirit was inexplicably excited. Hearing that the machine spirit was going to tell Zhen Cheng about this, the fierce spirit was a little hesitant. Zhen Cheng's kindness, the fierce spirit is clear. The black martyr is Zhen Cheng's weapon, if he suddenly appears in Zhen Cheng's impression, won't he fall behind? If Zhen Cheng partners with the machine spirit, wouldn't it be very dangerous for him?

"Without Zhen Cheng's cooperation, we wouldn't be able to compete at all! Could it be that you dominate Zhen Cheng and move your mouth? ”

"Less fart!" The fierce spirit didn't like the machine spirit's instructive tone, "I'm thinking about whether there is a better way!" There is no rush in this matter, let me think about it again! After the fierce spirit finished speaking, the green light disappeared in front of the machine spirit's eyes.

The fierce spirit disappeared, and the black form of the black corpse spirit with the length of his middle finger suddenly faded a lot. Weakly stayed in place, glancing at Zhen Cheng's messy middle dantian.

"If you don't cultivate your mind, even if you become a god of war, what can you do?" The old man's sigh sounded in the middle dantian, and the form of the black corpse spirit slowly disappeared.

"Drink! Drink more! Don't leave anything left! In the stone cave of the medicine garden, Wu Xin watched Zhen Cheng drink the second bowl of ginseng soup with bright eyes, and walked around on the ground happily like a child for the New Year.

After more than three days, Zhen Cheng finally looked better, and he no longer yelled to sleep in broad daylight. Although it doesn't look very good-looking, it's too much compared to the sick look two days ago.

"I'll just say, let you rest for two more days! You see, it's almost a two-day break, right? ”

"In the future, you have to listen to me, and you can do whatever you want, you know?"

"Be nice, I'll reward you in the evening!"

"-" Forced by Wu Xin* to drink two bowls of ginseng soup, Zhen Cheng's mouth was dry and his nose was on fire. Looking at Wu Xin's straight chest and round buttocks, Zhen Cheng was burning with desire, and he really wanted to do something that was inferior to that beast.

But thinking about the dog baby and others working in the medicine garden, and then thinking about the possible peeping of the machine spirit in his body, Zhen Cheng had to endure Wu Xin's chatter.

"Why don't you speak?" Wu Xin suddenly stopped his mouth, glared at Zhen Cheng and complained, "Do you have nothing to say to me?" ”

"Hmmm! Your meticulous care has left me speechless! I think it's so happy to be sick! Zhen Cheng took Wu Xin's small hand with his right hand, and hugged Wu Xin's slender and soft waist with his left hand.

"Gurgle-hate-don't touch my tickle meat!"

Zhen Cheng was sick for three days, and Wu Xin couldn't get close to Zhen Cheng even if he wanted to. Zhen Cheng's familiar big hand suddenly wrapped around his waist, and Wu Xin's body couldn't help but tremble. After laughing, she raised a small hand and touched Zhen Cheng's chin and said, "It's scary that you're sick, I'm about to be scared to death by you, you know?" ”

"Yes!" Zhen Cheng looked at Wu Xin's eyes with some emotion and said, "You must not have slept well these few nights, the panda eyes have come out!" ”

"Really?" Wu Xin wanted to shave Zhen Cheng, but when she heard Zhen Cheng say this, she immediately became nervous, "Seriously, no?" ”

"Hurry up and go to bed, I guess it's still too late?" Zhen Cheng smiled and comforted, "I'm fine, I've drunk the ginseng soup!" Hurry up and rest! ”

"Will you sleep with me?" The black stone cave is suitable for sleeping, but thinking about a person, Wu Xin threw a wink at Zhen Cheng, "It's good, can't you sleep?" ”

"It's hard to refuse!" Zhen Cheng wanted to agree a little unexpectedly, but after thinking about it carefully, it was a little unreliable, "Let's do it another day, my body is not enough!" ”

"Weak?" Since becoming Zhen Cheng's woman, Wu Xin has not heard Zhen Cheng shout tired in bed. "The sequelae of too many women have appeared!"

"you, nonsense! Is it possible, do you still think I have a kidney loss? ”

"Not the best!" Sitting on Zhen Cheng's lap, Wu Xin didn't want to come down. If Zhen Cheng's body is fine, Wu Xin likes to wrap his hands around Zhen Cheng's neck, and then sway, like a swing. "Okay, don't be poor with you! I'll go to sleep, and you can go see the master!" ”

Wu Xin blinked and signaled the location of the secret passage.

"Good!" The great cause of stealing the pill is being secretly planned. Han Yong was hurrying to create fake Gu Yuan Dan and Yi Qi Dan, Zhen Cheng had to find out the recent entry and exit time of Yao Lao as soon as possible.

Jindanmen Dabi is the most hands-on opportunity, once you miss it, you may not have the opportunity to enter Yaolao's stone cave. With Yao Lao's cautious character, after the completion of the Jindanmen Dabi, he will definitely hide in the stone cave again as before.

After coaxing Wu Xin to sleep, Zhen Cheng took a shower, shaved, and changed into a set of clean clothes. After a little bit of real qi, Zhen Cheng's spirit improved a lot.

After what happened last night, Zhen Cheng knew how to get himself back to his senses as soon as possible. But thinking about the torture of the machine spirit on himself, Zhen Cheng shuddered again.

From the melting of the black corpse to the present, although it is only a short three days, for Zhen Cheng, it is like three centuries, especially at night, the time seems to have passed unusually long.

Looking at himself in Wu Xin's small mirror, Zhen Cheng found that he had lost weight, but the kind and affectionate gaze in his eyes had now become as resolute as a knife.

"It's a blessing to know if Seon lost his horse!" Zhen Cheng smiled bitterly and teased himself, "It's becoming more and more manly, not bad!" Judging from the current situation, Zhen Cheng can only comfort himself in the mirror.

ps: It's a little bit away from fifty flowers, come on, brothers! If you have flowers, you will lose it, and the top ten will be chrysanthemums!