Back in the cabin, Zhang Ling suddenly thought of one thing, that is, Su Weiwei, who had been listening to him chatting with his father at first, didn't know when she lost her voice.

Gently closing the wooden door, Zhang Ling tiptoed across the hall, and sure enough, Su Weiwei was already trapped on the round wooden table.

With the help of the moonlight sprinkled outside the window, Zhang Ling stood on the side of the wooden table, carefully looking at Su Weiwei, who had many ties with him.

The girl's slender and pretty eyelashes trembled slightly with the sound of even breathing, and the soft lips opened and closed lightly from time to time, as if whispering softly.

Zhang Ling looked at the white veil one after another, stretched out his right hand and tried to lift it, so as to witness this looming beauty, but when his fingers touched the veil, it did not produce the texture of the cloth, but directly penetrated the past and stroked Su Weiwei's tender face.

Zhang Ling, who was weak-hearted, hurriedly withdrew his fingers and looked out the window, looking like a thief but not a thief, for fear of waking up the girl, and then being ridiculed by her.

"This veil is really weird" Zhang Ling searched all the memories of the girl's veil in his brain, and unexpectedly found that the girl had indeed told Zhang Ling about it.

It is said that it is forbidden in her clan, and she has been separated from her clan since she was a child, and she has no idea about the veil and does not know how to lift it, but the veil will not have any effect on the girl's eating or breathing, so the girl has never taken it to heart.

It's not that Zhang Ling hasn't seen a woman, it's like Zhang Ling's favorite Zhang Fei'er, in Zhang Ling's place, he can't even look at it, but he can also maintain his own unique aesthetic standards in the group of beauties.

Although Zhang Ling does not have such a sturdy and standard body on the earth, when he went to college, his body had been tortured by the poisonous spirit into a pair of skin and bones, and although his face was good, no girl was willing to talk to him.

All the girls looked at him as terrifyingly as if they were looking at the virus, for fear that if they got too close to Zhang Ling, the emaciated disease would infect them.

Of course, Zhang Ling is not really without a girl to take care of, I remember that during that distant kindergarten, there was still a little girl who was very attentive to him, brought him a lot of snacks every day, and played together after class.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ling shook his head fiercely.

Zhang Ling's gaze returned to Su Weiwei's petite and lovely face again, and he sighed in his heart, "Let the past disappear" From the moment he fused with Xiao Zhang Ling, he was the only self in the world.

Whether it's yourself on the earth or yourself on the Demon Spirit Continent, you haven't all become yourself now.

After thinking through everything, Zhang Ling squatted down, put the girl's white and silky arm on his shoulder, and sniffed the dark fragrance of the orchid emanating from the girl's body.

Zhang Ling didn't dare to do anything more, and after putting Su Weiwei on the soft bed full of pink girlish atmosphere, she gently closed the pink futon for her.

Then Zhang Ling looked at the futon lightly for a while, and then found the blank space on the edge of the futon.

That was once in order to deliberately anger the girl, and she drew it with an ink pen, but she didn't expect Su Weiwei to like it very much afterwards.

sighed a little in his heart, he was really lucky to grow up in the Demon Spirit Continent, but unfortunately he was born in a blessing and didn't know how to be blessed, obviously with such a beautiful girl by his side, and he still thought about Zhang Fei'er who didn't care about himself.

After calming down, Zhang Ling turned around and went back to his bed, took off his shoes and lay down.

At the same time, the girl at the end of the bed slowly opened her big eyes like jewels.

Su Weiwei's baby's fair face flew a shy red, outside the futon, her feet rubbed against each other, gently faded the neat and small white shoes, a pair of delicate white and tender little feet quickly put into the quilt, closed her beautiful eyes and thought in her heart: "Hmph, I'm still not careful at all, but ...... I hope the young master will never leave again. ”

After a few moments......

In the cabin, the two fell asleep together.

Before he fell asleep, the poisonous spirit that had fully woken up began to frantically absorb and devour in the depths of Zhang Ling's soul.

Zhang Ling sat up at the head of the bed suddenly, endured the pain, and without saying a word, the soybean-like sweat on his forehead fell wildly, and the sweat behind his back had already soaked his pajamas.

The slow pain of the Ten Thousand Soul Eclipse was transmitted to the nerve tissue of his brain again, and his head was about to explode in pain, and he gasped for breath several times as if he was dying.

"Eat this Soul Suppression Pill. The old dragon's deep voice was like a muffled thunder that resounded through the sky, stirring and dispersing in Zhang Ling's extremely painful brain, and a white pill floating from the ancient ring was suspended in front of Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling stretched out his trembling palm and grabbed the pill, stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it, and a minute later, the poisonous spirit that woke up in Zhang Ling's body entered the dormant period again because of the suppression of the pill, and the feeling of tiredness penetrated the whole body.

The exhaustion from the brain made the young man drowsy, but fortunately, the sound of the old dragon's soul-piercing dragon chant continued to echo in Zhang Ling's brain, and Zhang Ling was a little more awake.

"Next, do what the old man said, when you were on Earth, Nie Yuanshan had not yet passed on your set, which can circulate the spiritual power of the breath in the body, and can stimulate the medicinal power to the maximum healing exercises, and I will now pass on its entry method to you. ”

The old dragon was running the pure blue spiritual power condensed in Zhang Ling's brain, and the picture of the Dao Dao cultivation exercises.

Then Lao Long used language to explain the obscure places in the picture step by step, and taught Zhang Ling how to use his body to understand every detail of it.

Sit up and down slowly, with the external qi urging the spiritual power, rotating to the nerve veins in various parts of the brain, and then transporting it to the abdomen, the spiritual energy slowly falls into the corresponding acupoints, and slowly exerts force, so as to volatilize the pills in the body to the maximum effect.

After Zhang Ling understood the superficial meaning, he sat cross-legged, his hands sealed, and began to imitate the cultivation picture produced by the old dragon in his brain, which was also the first time that Zhang Ling felt the slow flow of spiritual power in his body, ethereal and elusive.

Fortunately, the old dragon continued to teach patiently, Zhang Ling mastered the trick of spitting and gathering spirits, breathing needs to be gentle, the "thoughts" in the brain can not be too violent, too fierce at this stage the spiritual power will be dispersed, and it cannot be too light, too light to gather the spiritual power is like a filament, released, it can only be like a breeze blowing in the face.

The most appropriate point to control that power is that when you condense your own spiritual power into a circle, your mind needs to cut into its center point, and you need to urge it in the opposite direction, so that the condensed spiritual power will run counter to the direction you are urging.

Now Zhang Ling knew that it was difficult to cultivate on this continent, and it was so uncomfortable to condense and control spiritual power, let alone to strengthen this ethereal gaseous energy.