"Just one year."

One year is not a long time, compared to the hundred-year lifespan of a person who cultivates immortals, it is a drop in the ocean.

At this time, Bai cultivated in the Mahayana period, but it was just a kick in the door. There is plenty of aura here, which can help him break through easily. But he didn't want to spend a little time on cultivation.

The person who was beating his heart as a teenager was within his reach, and he wished that time would slow down a little more.

On the lush green grass were nameless little white flowers, both white and I lay down and looked up at the starry sky.

He stretched out his arms and stared into my eyes, brighter than the stars.

He leaned down and kissed me in the corner of the eye, and I closed my eyes cooperatively.

As if receiving acquiescence and encouragement, Shiro can no longer suppress the surging love that has accumulated for a long time.

The air around them gradually warmed up, and the inconspicuous black light formed an enchantment.

"Qingluo, we're married." He held my waist and bit my belt, and my teeth were gently strengthened, and my clothes spread out like blooming flowers.

"Yes...... That's it......" I hugged his neck and raised my head slightly, blushing with shame.

"Green Radish...... Rolo. Relax, well." Every kiss was extremely pitying, the corners of his eyes were dyed with a seductive red, and the bridge of his nose was covered with fine sweat.

He thought of the double cultivation method, which worked silently, and his gentle spiritual power overflowed.

What I didn't do on the night of the wedding deed was done all over this night when a hundred flowers bloomed and the fragrance of flowers was fragrant.

Immortal cultivators should have abstinence, but since they opened their own meat in vain, they pestered me day and night, and they were worried that their bodies would not be able to bear it, so they gave me their spiritual power without reservation at the end of each time.

In the daily double cultivation, the beneficiary has become me, and there is a faint tendency to break through in cultivation.

The wooden house built by General Bai himself, decorated as he imagined, warm and sweet.

The main thing is to have people who you love deeply.

Less than two months after entering the secret realm, I started to get sleepy.

At first, he thought it was the sequelae of the realm of innocence and worried about her body, but it turned out to surprise him.

It's pregnant!?

Immortal cultivators are not easy to conceive, but once they succeed, they are not easy to take off. If you forcibly remove it, it will hurt your body.

Since he regrets it in vain, he should be temperate. This was the short-lived happiness he had stolen, and this child should not have come anyway.

"White, what's wrong? I'm pregnant, it's our baby, aren't you happy?" I'm worried, could it be that he, like other men, just wants to be comfortable and doesn't want to be responsible?

"Nothing." When Bai touched my forehead, he asked, "Qingluo, do you like this child?"

"Of course I do! This is our child!" I breathed a sigh of relief and only thought of him as a first-time father.

No, you won't. Xue Qingluo, you are lying.

"Okay. I'll take care of it." Even if you don't like it, but you have expected it, you have promised.

The good times in the secret realm are precious to Jibai, but they are very short.

The closer he gets to the day of production, the more irritable his mood becomes, which means that the secret realm is about to collapse.

His sweet dreams are about to wake up.

Fortunately, there is almost no risk in the production of immortal cultivators, and their strong physique and spiritual power are a hundred times more secure than that of mortal production.

Despite this, Shiro is still carefully taken care of every day. The elixirs in the secret realm have been collected all. What he is most afraid of is that the green radish is linked to risk.

"White, would you like to be a girl or a boy?" I ate a pastry made of elixir.

"Girl." Shiro looked at her round belly.

"Aren't you sexist?"

Because, I look forward to the day when you can look at me a few more times for my daughter's sake.

"Nope. Qingluo, can you stay with me forever?"

"Aren't we together? Why have you been saying strange things lately?" I soothed and hugged him.

Qingluo, because you don't have me in your eyes! All this is fake.

and his white head was buried in the socket of my neck. During this time, he could always dream of her hateful eyes and ask him why he was lying!

There is still a month to go.