The bedroom was very large, the window was wide open, Jiu'er glanced at it and didn't look too much, closed the bathroom door and turned her head, and there was a mirror in the huge bathroom, and the steam in the bathtub under her was thick, blurring the mirror and hiding her embarrassment.

She never seemed to be able to stand in front of him safely, always unkempt and scarred.

When I didn't come, I didn't feel anything, and when I thought that the first thing I saw in those eyes was this kind of scene, Jiu'er felt a little regretful.

The basket not far away was filled with bath towels and clothes she was going to wear, and even toiletries were the ones she had always loved.

Jiu'er simply cleaned up her long hair, took off her clothes and washed it with cold water before approaching the bathtub, lifting her feet and stepping in, an indescribable comfort spread from the soles of her feet.

looks at a big man who doesn't understand the amorous feelings, but he will take care of her private life in an orderly manner in obscurity.

Jiu'er couldn't help but hook her lips.

Maybe the water temperature is too hot, and it warms up directly to the heart, lying in the water, and wanting to squint comfortably.

By the time she finished washing up and walked out, the bedroom had changed.

The big round bed she had always loved was a refreshing lemon hue and a fragrant quilt that she had changed when she left the base.

And Song Jue is no longer in the living room.

Jiu'er rubbed her wet hair slightly, walked out of the bedroom and followed the movement to the slightly hidden room in the corner, where there was a sparse sound of water pulling and pulling, as if she felt her footsteps, and the sound stopped.

Jiu'er bit her lip, "Song Jue..."

"Something?"

The man's voice was a little hoarse, moving to the point of fouling, Jiu'er rubbed his ears, shook his head, and found that Song Jue couldn't see it, so he slowly said, "It's just to see you, if you're not..."

After being silent for a long time, Jiu'er seemed to notice a faint sigh, and listened to Song Jue say indifferently, "Yes, rest early." ”

The rooms were all arranged, and she didn't seem to have a reason to stay.

Jiu'er wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start, so she turned around and went back to the house.

was also too tired, feeling comfortable, facing his favorite big bed, thinking that Song Jue was also there, it didn't take long for him to fall into a deep sleep.

In the endless darkness, zombies roamed the city, but this villa seemed to be isolated from the world, surrounded by bursts of energy.

The green silk was still wet, but she slept sweetly unconsciously, and her heartless appearance made Song Jue helpless, he couldn't sleep annoyed, but the initiator didn't realize it, let her rest and rest?

Isn't his anger obvious enough?

Song Jue pursed his lips and approached, sat on the edge of the bed and dried Jiu'er's hair with spiritual power, there were scarred wounds on his bare arms and neck, his slender fingers moved, lifted the thin blanket, and the scenery in the nightdress suddenly broke into his eyes, Song Jue couldn't help but breathe rapidly, restrained from moving his eyes, and his lust turned into a haze in an instant.

The criss-crossing wounds were particularly dazzling against the whiteness of the skin, and the treasures held in the palm of the hand were white and flawless, but suddenly there were countless cracks, distress, anger, two emotions were intertwined, and the tyrannical aura affected the demonic qi surrounding the villa, and the coercion that spread out made many zombies roar.

The demonic qi gathered into a ball, almost brutally rushing out, and everywhere it went, none of the zombies around it were spared.

The light system is especially dazzling in the dark, slowly entering Jiu'er's body, the wounds and damaged meridians are recovering in the deep sleep, and those scurrying lilac energy is comfortably enjoying the comfort of the light system, and it looks a bit like Jiu'er who is asleep at this time.

What kind of energy will recognize what kind of master.

"The master is right, an elf like me who is extremely clever will recognize you as the master..."

Song Jue didn't even look at it, but he couldn't help but hang his head and put a kiss on the sleeping beauty's face, turned to leave, and stood in front of the window, followed by a look of grievance and indignation.

"The master is getting more and more cold to Xingye now."

"You weren't like that before."

"In this strange world, even the only warmth has been wiped out."

"I'm so tired, I've been..."

"What's going on with the energy in her body?"

The words of singing at night suddenly ended, and the content was changed abruptly, "Because someone brought the last page of the Thunder Soul Duel." ”

Song Jue frowned slightly, he felt familiar with this exercise from beginning to end, and now that he is listening, the sense of familiarity is even stronger.

Xingye fell on Song Jue's shoulder, "Speaking of the Thunder Soul Decision, it has some connections with our continent, although it is a small exercise, but as far as I know, no one has ever practiced it, because it has a very picky restriction, the soul and the heavenly thunder must be combined into one, generally this kind of person is dead, and naturally does not exist." ”

"It's just that I didn't expect that the little master could really do it without a spiritual root, and the thunder system didn't do any harm to her. Master... Is there really anyone in this world who can unite heaven and thunder? ”

Heaven and thunder are one.

Song Jue's eyes flashed slightly, "I don't know." ”

"If that's the case, if the little master is with us, isn't it a sure thing to achieve the avenue?"

Song Jue didn't answer this question, his hands propped up on the edge of the window, his eyes deeper than the darkness, "What is the difference between the ability reshape?" ”

"Now it belongs to the stage of inducing the spirit into the body, master, haven't you already helped her fuse, if my calculation is right, as long as there is enough energy to match the little master, it will be successful." Xingye frowned, "But the little master, as a person who has entered the seventh order, needs an extremely rich energy source..."

"I see, you go and rest."

Those eyes crossed the bloodthirsty light, evil and arrogant, for some reason, the night fierce Fu Zhi soul, twitched the corners of his mouth and flew outward, and Song Jue's four eyes were opposite, "The master should not think..."

"That's right."

Xingye was dumbfounded, "But master, if you really go to provoke the thunderstorm, what is the difference between looking for death?" Your roots..."

"I know."

But only the Heavenly Thunder generated by the Tribulation can meet the requirements of her ability reshaping at once.

If she wanted to, then he would help her succeed.

Xingye is so anxious to stomp your feet, know what's the use? If you know it's dangerous, don't do it!

That is to say, but when has the master ever heard of it?

After the depression, the night was calm.

The sky was getting brighter, and it wasn't until three o'clock in the sun that Jiu'er got up in a trance.

The sun outside was scorching, but the room was surprisingly cool, Jiu'er covered her lips and yawned, and the memory of the broken thread slowly recovered.

Song Jue...

This sleep was sweet, Jiu'er stretched her waist and couldn't help but squint happily, but she was stunned when she changed her clothes.

The wounds on his body had long since healed as before, transparent and flawless, flashing white in the dark night.

Women love beauty, and if they can, no one wants to have any flaws in themselves.

Out of the bedroom, the smell of fruit porridge wafted from the living room, and there was a calm and restrained figure sitting on the sofa.

He was wearing a meticulous shirt, with a few buttons at the neckline open, revealing a sexy Adam's apple, a strong chest, slender legs folded, leaning on the sofa back chair, careless laziness, showing deep eyes indifferent, extremely cold, extremely quiet, indescribable evil charm.

"Good morning, little master."

Jiu'er lowered her head and glanced at the ancient ring in her hand, Xingye was in a state of weakness in her, and when Song Jue came, she was full of energy and her eyebrows were flying.

didn't want to pay attention to it, and wanted to say something to Song Jue, so he opened his mouth, but the other party had quietly withdrawn his eyes, got up and didn't look at her: "Let's leave after eating." He walked into the bedroom on his slender legs.

Jiu'er: ...

Tantrums are not a woman's patent, and it is even more difficult for a man to coax when he gets angry.

is used to being gentle and spoiled, and suddenly being so indifferent to her, Jiu'er is really not used to it.

She was the only one in the room who made every chewing sound, and Song Jue seemed to be pinching a little, and when she was full of food and drink, she walked out of the bedroom and went straight out.

Jiu'er followed quickly, and Song Jue found a few zombies for her to practice, and the ones she chose were all thunder systems.

Jiu'er accepted it, what she lacked now was thunder energy, Song Jue had been ignoring her, her attitude was cold, and at the end of the day, the two couldn't say a few words.

The state of the two seems to have returned to the beginning, Jiu'er wanted to speak several times and stopped, and there were a lot of opening remarks brewing in his heart, but every time he wanted to say it, he would unconsciously swallow it back.

Eat and drink well, and with Song Jue here, he will not be afraid of any danger, but he is physically and mentally exhausted but better than before.

After finding a lot of nonsense and ending up cold, Jiu'er also quieted down, and worked harder to absorb energy, and didn't say a word of nonsense until he returned to the villa after nightfall.

Washed up and returned to the room, the room was silent again, only his extremely shallow breathing remained.

Song Jue's lips were tightly pursed, and the anger in his heart was even worse, his mind moved slightly, and the ghost light flashed, and the whole person disappeared into the villa.

The two lasted the cold war for nearly three days, traveling together to find thunder zombies during the day, and Song Jue acting alone at night.

Xingye as a little pitiful sandwiched in the middle, I really couldn't stand this atmosphere, this night Song Jue just left, he fluttered his wings and floated to Jiu'er's room, just thinking about things, suddenly bumped into Xingye's flattering elf face, Jiu'er was startled.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm talking to you."

Jiu'er: "..."

"Do you want to know why the master is angry?"

Jiu'er lowered her eyes and got on the bed, lifted the quilt and lowered her long hair, and said in a quiet tone, "I know." ”

Seeing that she was not in the right mood at night, she didn't talk nonsense" I mean. Would you like to hear more about it? ”

Maybe it wasn't to ask Jiu'er's opinion, Xingye didn't wait for an answer and said it to herself, Jiu'er knew that Song Jue was actually waiting for her in Province X, and she didn't know about it.

"So, even if the little master doesn't have anything to Mingxuan, the master will feel that Mingxuan is more important in your heart."

Daigo was empowered, and Jiu'er was silent for a long time.

Yes, she took everything for granted, only thinking that Song Jue should understand her, but she didn't know that if there was really affection between men and women, they would especially mind the relationship between the other party and other members of the opposite sex.

She didn't return to Song Jue, who had been waiting for her for a long time, because she was looking for Ming Xuan, and thought about it from her side, if Song Jue ignored her because of a certain woman...

Jiu'er took a deep breath, sad, uncomfortable, angry...

She had experienced all of this, but she forgot that Song Jue would be like this.

He cared about her, and he wasn't with her because of pity.

For the first time, Jiu'er was so sure.