Time flies.

It's getting closer and closer to the fifteenth.

Ten days, eight days, five days.

In the end, there were only three days left.

Chu Xiaoye was still hiding in the cave at the bottom of the sea, cultivating selflessly.

It's like being in another world.

Everything outside seems to have nothing to do with him.

And during this period of time, Shangguan Xuelan would take advantage of the dark moon and high wind to kill people at the barrier almost every day.

Sometimes the whole body retreats.

Sometimes it hurts.

However, her strength is increasing day by day.

Her flame ability has finally undergone a mutation, evolving into a more powerful purple flame, which is many times stronger than the previous flame!

Her eyes were getting colder and colder!

Her temper is getting more and more explosive!

Every time he came to the front of the enchantment, it would erupt, and it would be a fire attack on the enchantment, until all the strangers were summoned, and Fang left coldly.

Of course, every time she would say to Willy and Alice, "That bastard turned into a shrunken turtle and shrunk into the mud and ate the mud!"

Then he scolded viciously: "Wang Bagui!"

As the days passed, Alice became more and more silent.

Wei Li's smile became more and more bitter.

Even Luo Mei, who appeared occasionally, had a palpitating cold glow in her originally clear and bright eyes.

Shangguan Xuelan could clearly feel that they were already determined to die.

She didn't say anything more and didn't promise anything.

She's just here every night to kill people, or, play heart-pounding chase games with those people to improve her strength.

When you get back, take a shower.

Then, she would go out and go to another building, and jump from the balcony into the house of the king.

In addition to bringing some food to the red-trousers-wearing, self-depraved kitten, she would rummage through the cabinets in the room, looking for the perverted fetish of the king turtle, and then condescendingly, sneering, insulting and contemptuous at his clown cat, in order to get the pleasure of revenge.

Of course, she would sleep here every night, in this bed.

Because there is his breath.

Therefore, the raging flames in her body have never been uncontrollable again, and she has never burned all the clothes on her body again, and she has never let the house catch fire again.

He is her nemesis though.

However, it seems to be her savior.

She meant, of course, the cold aura on his body.

And not his people.

Tonight's night is quiet.

When she came back from the forest, she took a shower, changed into her white and soft pajamas, and rolled in from the balcony, and lay down on the big hard bed, her eyes squinting with pleasure.

She could clearly feel that because of the previous battle, the ignition and irritable aura in her body began to gradually stabilize at this moment.

Her emotions also quickly calmed down.

From the first time she lay on this bed and felt the special coolness, she completely liked it, and it could even be said that she sank.

It's really comfortable.

The quality of sleep these nights is definitely the highest she has since she awakened.

Only here can she sleep peacefully, sleep happily, sleep refreshed, and, the next night's battle, will be more handy.

And the evolution and upgrade of her abilities only began after sleeping here.

So, she's tempted to take over the place.

She really wanted that Wang Bagui never to come back.

However, there will always be a day when the breath will disappear, and there will always be a day when she will lose the coolness that makes her obsessed, so deep in her heart, she is still looking forward to his return.

I just hope that when he comes back, he will sleep in this bed for a day, and after leaving his breath, he will get out.

Keep doing this over and over again, that's the coolest thing!

Outside the window, the moon is bright.

Shangguan Xuelan was lying on the bed, holding her slender white legs, rolling around comfortably, thinking wildly, and even couldn't help but sink her nose into the pillow and sniff it greedily.

On the slightly hot cheeks, there was a drunken obsessive expression.

At this time, the little black cat appeared in red pants, holding Chu Xiaoye's other red pants in her mouth, jumped on the bed, and threw it in her face.

Shangguan Xuelan tore it open and was about to throw it away, but suddenly smelled a familiar smell.

Well, and that chill that obsessed her.

She froze and looked at the little black cat on the bed.

The little black cat looked at her proudly, "meowed" in her mouth, and secretly sneered in her heart: she scolded badly, but her body wanted to die. Pointing at my sister all day long and scolding Huai, but I have to come to occupy my sister's bed every night to sleep, don't you just like the taste of my sister, and want to smell it every day? For the sake of you bringing food to your sister, the pants that your sister will wear in the future will keep the original flavor, so that your little pervert can smell enough!

Shangguan Xuelan raised her wrist, threw her red pants under the bed, kicked it down, and said coldly: "Ugly cat, don't go to bed!

The little black cat crawled on the ground, her eyes widened angrily, if it weren't for the fact that her sister had no nails, she would have scratched your face while you were asleep! Look at how you still look in the mirror every day and boast of narcissism!

"Wow!"

Shangguan Xuelan's fingertips lit up a purple flame, and his eyes looked at it coldly, "Do you want to become a roasted meow?"

"Meow—"

"Fierce girl!

The little black cat cursed and walked out of the room.

Shangguan Xuelan went over and locked the door, lay on the bed, was quiet for a while, suddenly rolled over to the edge of the bed, reached out and picked up the red pants on the ground, her cheeks were hot, she stared at it for a while, and her eyes showed a trace of shameful struggle.

In the end, she still couldn't resist the breath that fascinated her, so she grasped it tightly, and then, like a thief, covered the quilt, retracted into the quilt, and put her nose up.

"No wonder that clown cat wants to wear the red pants of that king turtle, it turns out that this breath is ......"

She took a deep breath greedily, her face full of enjoyment, her whole body trembling with comfort, and the scorching air flow in her body began to flow slowly, but it was very calm.

Her ability is actually cultivating on her own!

She was covered with a quilt, her hands trembled, and she was ashamed to slowly put the red pants that she was obsessed with on her head, as if she had robbed him of his clothes that night.

Although I feel extremely ashamed and humiliated, I have to do it.

That night was a last resort.

And tonight, I couldn't resist the temptation.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the cold breath, penetrating through her skin, burrowing into her body, mixing with the scorching air flow in her body, flowing to the fire lotus in her lower abdomen, like a small white flower.

She felt that her abilities were about to mutate and upgrade again.

She regretted it very much, after robbing his clothes that night, because of disgust, after going back, she took them off and washed them directly, and scrubbed them for a long time.

But it's okay, this room, there are a lot of his things.

There are tops, pants, underwear, shoes, socks, cups for drinking, and towels for washing your face and bathing......

Oh, and toothbrushes!

When brushing your teeth later, use his toothbrush!

In order to become stronger, she gave up!

What is the festival, can you eat it, can it make her stronger, can it make her sleep without insomnia?

No!

So, it doesn't matter what the festival is.

She doesn't want it!

Thinking of the excitement, she suddenly lifted the quilt, sat up, put red pants on her head, bent her slender snow-white legs, hugged her knees, and looked out the window.

The moonlight outside the window was nice.

However, on the windowsill, there was a little black cat squatting.

The little black cat looked at her with a faint gaze, and like her, she also wore a pair of red pants.

One person and one cat, just like that, in this silent night, looking at each other through the window, with affection, speechless and silent.

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(End of chapter)