This bubble is a day and a night.

When he changed into clean clothes and walked out, he happened to meet Yan Ruomeng head-on.

"Thank you Miss Yan for saving me with righteousness, Mu Yan is unforgettable." Tang Qing clenched his hands into fists.

Yan Ruomeng's face turned red...

In the past, Tang Muyan always ignored her and didn't care much.

A situation like this is really unimaginable before.

As for the toothless memorable or something...... She doesn't need ......

"Mu Yan doesn't have to be so polite, we're friends, aren't we. You call me a dream. ”

"Just friends?"

Tang Qing suddenly bullied up.

stretched out a long arm and knocked Yan Ruomeng's petite body into the wall.

Tang Qing is different from his melon skin son Tang Muyan, he is a man with strong aggression and stronger action, deep enough scheming and strong purpose.

At his age, it was impossible to be interested in such a teenage girl.

But for survival, for revenge.

There is no drama that cannot be acted.

"I ......" Yan Ruomeng didn't doubt the identity of the man in front of her at all, her heart was pounding, and the roots of her ears were already red, "I don't know." ”

Sweetheart, is it hinting at something?

Yan Ruomeng's mind was chaotic, and he couldn't think anymore.

Tang Qing chuckled, the corners of his lips hooked up with an evil smile, and then, leaning over, pressed to Yan Ruomeng's lips......

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Hinawakaku.

Because the Six Pavilion Great Competition is imminent, all the disciples in the academy are frantically improving their cultivation, cultivating day and night, and striving to show their faces in the competition, if they can win a good ranking and become famous, it will be even better.

Ziqian Mo is also cultivating seriously.

Of course, she didn't do it to be famous, she was already famous enough in the Xuanwu Academy.

She wanted to absorb the Kunlun stone as soon as possible and speed up the progress of adulthood.

After all, engagement is already on the agenda.

Six Pavilion Dabi, the disciples of the Rilun Pavilion, one of the eight lists must be himself.

At that time, it is inevitable that there will be many fierce battles. Her opponents are trying to improve herself, and if she doesn't stop there, it's a bit too much to say.

Inside the training room.

Ziqian Mo retreated silently.

She sat cross-legged, her hands folded on her chest.

In the center of both hands, there is a Kunlun stone that exudes a blue light, a wisp, a wisp, a bundle of extremely pure demonic power, floating out from the center of the Kunlun stone, dreamy and beautiful.

This is not the first time that the energy of Kunlun Stone has been absorbed.

Ziqian Mo can be said to be familiar with the road.

The demonic power in the Kunlun stone, like a trickle, gathered into her body, making her feel very comfortable, every vein has been nourished, and the potential has been developed inch by inch.

Not the kind of destructive, tearing development.

Rather, it moisturizes things silently, without any sense of pain, and develops imperceptibly.

The veins are gradually widened.

It is full of Kunlun demon power—a power that only the demon king can refine and use.

Time flies.

Ziqian Mo couldn't feel it.

She was already completely immersed in the world of cultivation, and to her, whether time flowed fast or slow, was meaningless.

Her whole body is no longer sitting on the ground.

Instead, under the effect of the cyan Kunlun demonic qi, it slowly rose until it was in mid-air.

The demonic qi was under him, condensed into a magnificent lotus.