A powerful blow struck.

Yuen Long grabbed her by the arms and lifted her up, and she sat down on his big tui.

Huanhuan's body was softly attached to him.

Yuen Long's voice seemed to have a kind of magic, and it was fiery in his ears. "Little fox, don't regret it. ”

Duan Huan grabbed his shoulders and pushed him the couch, the corners of her lips tugged, and she smiled very proudly, "Whoever regrets it is a grandson." ”

As much as she was happy, she thought that as long as she practiced spiritually, her spiritual power would increase greatly.

After an earth-shattering devotional, both of them collapsed on the bed from exhaustion.

And Wan Huan sat on the bed, trying to awaken the spiritual power in her body, but no matter how hard she tried, she only felt that her body was as good as before.

Could it be that the spiritual posture is not quite right?

And Yuen Long was lying beside her at the moment, not an inch, his eyes slightly closed.

Wan Huan gently poked his arm.

She glared at a pair of big eyes and said, "Yuen Long... You... Are you sure we were in the right posture for the devotional?"

Yuen Long's eyes narrowed, revealing a dangerous signal, "You...... Are you suspicious of something?"

Huan Huan was one head and two big, and hurriedly shook his head, "No, no... I didn't mean that, it's just that I didn't have much experience in my first devotional, so why don't we do it again?"

Yuen Long: "......"

It went on and over four or five times in one night.

But Duan Huan always felt that the spiritual power in his body had not increased.

It wasn't until the fifth time that she finally grabbed Yuen Long's collar viciously and said, "Liar, didn't you say that my spiritual power will increase greatly after spiritual cultivation?

Yuen Long took her into his arms and grabbed her jaw in an instant.

His long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with some hindsight: "It turns out that you and I are practicing spiritually to get my spiritual power?"

Wan Huan hurriedly shook his head, "No—"

Her expression was so sincere and natural.

But Yuen Long already knew the answer.

His face changed slightly, he rolled over and got out of bed, and with a wave of his hand, his shirt fell into his hands.

Wan Huan lay on the bed, grabbed his shirt, and didn't let him put it on.

Yuen Long looked back and glared at Huan.

She didn't let go of her death, she began to play scoundrels: "No, you and I are already spiritual, you must give me spiritual power, otherwise I will shout." ”

Yuen Long said coldly: "You have grown up, and you dare to take advantage of Benjun." ”

Huan Huan said: "What is used or not, it is so ugly. I don't care anyway. You've eaten and wiped it clean, you can't turn your face and deny it, right?"

Under the lamplight, the girl's skin was like clotted fat, her skin was fair and shining with water, and her erect neck was slender, like a weeping willow by the lake in March, which made him a little lovely.

But when he thought of Wen Cun last night, he knew that the joy was for spiritual power, but he couldn't get angry anyway.

He just flicked the door of Huanhuan's head, and said indifferently: "Listen to what you mean, are you ready to lie to me?"

"I heard Fang Yuan say that when he became the mount of the God of Muyuan, the God of Muyuan gave him a thousand years of spiritual power, and you only gave me a mere three hundred years, so you wanted to trick me into being your mount." You're too stingy, aren't you?"

Yuen Long laughed angrily at her words.

He pursed the corners of his lips, "And what do you want?"

Thinking that the goal had been achieved, he smiled and said, "Simple, as long as we practice spiritually once, how about you give me a thousand years of spiritual power?"

Yuen Long stared at Wan Huan with a pair of good-looking eyes, but his tone was not at all, "I'll give you a hundred years." ”

Huan let out a disappointed sigh, and then bargained: "A hundred years? It's too stingy, don't you know how physically demanding spiritual cultivation is, I worked hard to practice with you once to get a hundred years of spiritual power?"

"Two hundred years. ”

"Eight hundred years. ”

"Three hundred years – don't forget it. ”

Duan Huan hurriedly hugged him from behind, and kept taking off his chin to rub his ears, "Okay, okay, I don't dislike it for three hundred years, mosquito legs are also meat." ”

After saying this, Duan Huan muttered to himself, "Why don't you find a few more people to dedicate?"

Leng Buding Yuen Long came over, his face was still smiling, but his eyes were cold, and he only felt that the chill in his eyes could freeze the air around him.

"What do you say, say it again?"

Duan Huan hurriedly laughed and clapped his hands, "I mean it's good to be spiritual with you." It's really fun!"

Yuen Long stared at her and smiled coldly, and then began to take off the shirt he had just put on.

He watched as he took off his coat, revealing only his sturdy upper body, his shoulder line was extremely good-looking, and his shoulders were broad and full of strength.

Wan Huan involuntarily shrank at the foot of the bed, "You take off your clothes again, what are you going to do?"

Yuen Long lay down on the bed, then stretched out an arm to press her. "What else can I do? sleep!"

Wan Huan was almost overwhelmed by him.

Just as he was about to move, the man's arm was already tightly wrapped around him.

He held the back of her head very strongly, and his other hand kept patting her back like a child.

He closed his eyes slightly, but his tone was very gentle, "Okay, don't make trouble, go to sleep." ”

I was arching and arching and arching in his arms, but I couldn't sleep.

She sighed and tossed and turned, still lingering.

Yuen Long only gave her three hundred years of spiritual power.

If she could get three hundred years of spiritual power by practicing spiritually once, then she had now practiced with him four times, wouldn't that be 1,200 years?

Then wouldn't she become a thousand-year-old fox demon?

Why are you still a little excited when you think about it?

In this way, she will not suffer.

The more she thought about it, the happier she became, so she smiled and pecked Yuen Long on the lips several times.

Yuen Long opened his eyes slightly, and a pair of eyes as deep as the night were filled with a little ripple at this moment.

The corners of his lips raised a touch of arc that he couldn't even detect, looked at the smiling and staring at him in front of him, and said, "What bad idea are you playing again?"

said happily: "It's nothing, it's just that you look good." ”

Huan only felt a weight on his body.

Yuen Long's eyes seemed to change, he turned over and pressed her under him, his eyes narrowed dangerously, "You can insult me if you look good?"

Wan Huan was afraid that he would be beastly and would come to spiritual cultivation again, so he hurriedly pointed to the burning oil lamp at the head of the bed and said, "What do you think is that?"

Yuen Long turned his head and whispered, "Everlasting lights." ”

Huanhuan's face changed slightly, and even his breathing became a little heavier.

The lamp placed on the bedside of Yuen Long turned out to be the everlasting lamp she had been looking for?

Is it the everlasting lamp that she didn't find after rummaging through the entire Lanyue Pavilion?

Huan tried to restrain himself and make his voice sound calm, "This is the everlasting lamp that the fox demon Baiyin has been looking for?"