Mo Xian cultivated with the quiet fragrance of flowers day by day, and gradually planted the poison of red flowers in his body.

The toxins accumulated in the body are clear.

It is also very simple to eliminate it, the power of the gods and demons that has been fused before is higher than any power in the world, and naturally this toxin can be eroded cleanly.

It's just that Mo Xian didn't choose to do this, on the one hand, he wanted to make Qingshuang more at ease, and on the other hand, he could also plan and continue to implement his bitter meat plan with poisoning......

Alas, because of his identity, Shuang'er is currently very prejudiced and hostile to him, not to mention that with his current ugly beast type, it would be good not to dislike it, let alone like it.

If he didn't put some thought into it, there really wouldn't be any hope.

Qingshuang didn't know the bold plan of this "stupid" little beast, and still taught it to cultivate hand in hand as always.

Mo Xian's cultivation speed is very fast, and after a long time, it has also mastered most of the demon clan techniques. As for the powerful immortal arts, there are only some unique fragments collected by the ancestors in the demon clan, and the rest are just simple basic immortal techniques.

After all, Mo Xian is from the Immortal Clan, and in the Immortal Arts, Qingshuang is still relatively taboo and doesn't want to let him come into contact, so Mo Xian has always been able to practice Demon Magic.

It's just that he was originally born in one of the oldest gods, and later became the king of Hades, and he knows all about the powerful immortal forbidden arts.

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Unconsciously, Qingshuang has been practicing with Mo Xian for five years.

During this period, Mo Xian's scale armor has not grown, and it is still the original plush appearance. However, the medicinal bath soaked that night did make the hair darker and more beautiful, and it was not completely useless.

"Little thing, are you a mutant? Actually, you're not a Kirin? ”

Qingshuang stroked the black and silky hair on his back and muttered to himself in confusion.

"Woo......"

Mo Xian didn't say yes or no, just squinted lazily, lying on the skirt of the frost scattered on the ground, and hummed comfortably by her.

In the past five years of contact, Qingshuang's attitude towards Moxian has also softened a lot.

In her eyes, although this little beast is lazy and lazy on weekdays, she is never ambiguous about cultivation, and the rest of the things are ignorant and half-understood.

In addition, I always like to be around her, and call her sister softly and sweetly.

If it weren't for the fact that it was the son of her father's enemy, Qingshuang really wouldn't mind raising such a well-behaved and caring cute pet.

Pity......

Between them, they are born with a deep hatred across the sea of blood!

The demon race and the immortal race are destined to have a big war after a thousand years, whether it is for her father or for the demon race, as the princess of the demon race, she must shoulder all this!

And the existence of the son of the Emperor of Heaven can make the entire demon clan have a greater chance of winning!

She was convinced of this.

It's just that after getting along for a long time, Qingshuang occasionally struggles.

She understands that if she doesn't mix any emotion, this little thing is the most innocent existence, but she has no way out, and she can't retreat.

On his day, the two races of immortals and demons will fight, if the demon clan is finally preserved, if she is not dead, she will be ashamed of him, and she will fight with her life.

Mo Xian is right, Qingshuang is still kind in nature. After the initial anger and hatred gradually fade, many things will be thought rationally, and right and wrong can be more clearly distinguished.

Because of this, Qingshuang's guilt to Mo Xian is getting deeper and deeper.