He Shenyuan thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't think of anything.

For this reason, He Shenyuan's mood has always been very bad.

He couldn't bear to blame Song Yue, so he woke up the three newly captured evil magicians and began to interrogate.

But I couldn't ask for anything more useful.

In the end, He Shenyuan simply killed all three.

Song Yue checked the corpses of all the evil magicians and finally got something useful.

She silently took notes, intending to take her time.

With the information gathered so far, she still didn't have a clue.

If you want Yao Manrou to cultivate, you can only take your time.

It was too late at night to dispose of the corpses.

The two could only put it on hold for the time being.

After taking care of everything, the two went back to the bedroom, took a shower and prepared for bed.

Song Yue washed first, probably because she was too tired, and she was confused as soon as she got into bed.

When He Shenyuan came out of the bath, he saw Song Yue crooked on the bed, already asleep.

Her hair was still a little damp and messy on the pillow.

She wore a silk suspender nightdress, revealing her good-looking shoulders.

She lay on her side, the soft fabric of her skirt gently resting on her body, outlining her alluring waist.

He Shenyuan saw it in his eyes, and his gaze couldn't help but sink.

Afraid that he would do something inferior to a beast, he forced himself to look away, and then noticed that Song Yue's hair was still a little wet.

Quickly took a dry towel and a hair dryer, walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, lifted Song Yue's head, pillowed it on his lap, and then wiped her hair.

The towel couldn't dry his hair completely, so He Shenyuan had to turn on the hair dryer again.

Afraid of making noise to Song Yue, he drove the lowest level of hot air.

This kind of hot air has to blow for a long time before it can dry the hair.

He Shenyuan took the trouble to blow Song Yue's hair, his movements were light and gentle, for fear of accidentally pulling Song Yue's hair.

It took him a long time to blow dry his hair completely.

Then move Song Yue back to lie down.

Song Yue didn't notice it.

She was immersed in a dream.

The protagonist of the dream is not her, but the demon concubine Xiyue and the tyrant Helan Yuan.

Just looking at the looks of the two, Song Yue always felt weird.

The demon concubine in the dream, Ji Yue, has the same face as her.

The tyrant He Lanyuan looks exactly like He Shenyuan.

What's even weirder is that the two are going on something indescribable.

Song Yue, who was forced to watch: "......"

I always feel weird.

She swears, she really doesn't want to.

Although both of them are very good-looking, even if they do something indescribable, the picture is very beautiful.

But the question is, why should she be allowed to watch this?

She didn't want to look good at all!

But my consciousness is trapped in a dream, and I have to watch it even if I don't look at it.

Song Yue was so depressed that she wanted to cry.

What made her even more depressed was that looking at it, she suddenly felt that her whole body had become hot.

No way.

It's too hot.

She's going to blow the air conditioner.

Song Yue struggled to open his eyes, but couldn't.

She was still trapped in her dreams.

Gradually, her body began to struggle unconsciously.

Accidentally, he rolled into the arms of He Shenyuan, who was lying next to him.

Still writhing around.

He Shenyuan couldn't sleep in the first place.

His mind was full of thoughts about the seed.

Want to find some clues.

Who knew that Song Yue suddenly rolled over.

It's summer, and even at night, the temperature is frighteningly high.

Although the air conditioner was turned on in the bedroom, He Shenyuan and Song Yue were still dressed relatively thinly.

That's what happened.

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