Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Da Huang listened with great interest along the way.

Of course, the innocent big cat still has to pretend that he doesn’t understand anything.

What rest and sleep? You gods are so complicated.

Although my name is Dahuang, I am not yellow at all.

Xingchen lay on Dahuang's body, drowsy.

The white fog in the woods became thicker as we went deeper into the forest.

After walking for a while, the scene a few feet away could no longer be seen.

Looking forward, all I could see were black shadows of trees, standing there in the white fog like tall ghosts.

I don’t know if it was because of the white mist, or because he was too tired, or maybe it was just because it was too comfortable lying on Dahuang’s body, rocking back and forth like a cradle, and Xingchen soon fell asleep.

Although the misty forest was full of dangers, he slept very soundly, so soundly that he didn't even have a dream.

Xing Chen felt that he had just closed his eyes for a short time. When he opened them again, the white mist in front of him was no longer visible, and it turned into a pitch-black darkness.

The first night in the woods had arrived.

"Awake?" Xuan Luo touched his face.

Xing Chen couldn't even see Xuan Luo who was face to face with him. He subconsciously snuggled into Xuan Luo's arms again.

The voice was a little hoarse from just waking up, and when it came out, it was like an unconscious act of coquettishness, "Yeah."

Xuan Luo laughed softly, held his face and kissed him.

As soon as Xing Chen opened his mouth, a pill was passed into his mouth.

It's a bit bitter and not tasty.

"Bitter." He said, frowning.

"You're so delicate." Xuan Luo scolded him, but after saying that, he put a sweet leaf in his mouth and said, "Hold it."

Xing Chen obediently put the leaf in his mouth, and the sweet taste from the leaf soon filled his entire mouth.

"How far have we walked?" he asked in a somewhat unclear voice.

"Yan Qianqian and the others are two miles away." Xuan Luo replied.

"……So fast?"

"They are already walking slowly. If you don't want to follow them, we can overtake them now and go straight to Haishi out of the forest."

Of course Xing Chen couldn't just leave. Tomorrow evening, Yan Qianqian would try to hunt a black bear.

He remembered that in his previous life, Xiang Wenshan was very unhappy and had a dark face all the way because he failed to pull out Wushuang.

In order to please him, Yan Qianqian gave him the spiritual beast that she had hunted with great effort.

Xing Chen remembered that he had tried to stop it out of meddlesomeness at that time.

After all, it is not easy to subdue a spirit beast in the misty forest, and Yan Qianqian was injured because of it. He really couldn't understand why she would give away something she had worked so hard to get.

He liked Yan Qianqian so much, but if he hunted a spiritual beast, he would never give it to Yan Qianqian.

He knew clearly that he needed a spirit beast more than Yan Qianqian. A spirit beast was icing on the cake for others, but it was a timely help for him.

Similarly, because of the difference in their cultivation progress, Yan Qianqian needs a spirit beast more than Xiang Wenshan.

Xing Chen still remembered that when Xiang Wenshan formed a contract with the spirit beast, he looked at Yan Qianqian and found that there was reluctance in her eyes.

But she seemed to think that since she had good things that could improve her cultivation, it was only natural to provide them to Xiang Wenshan first.

In the previous life, although Xing Chen felt regretful, he felt that she was probably terribly in love with Xiang Wenshan, so he could also express his understanding.

After all, no matter how much he liked Yan Qianqian, he was also aware of the gap between them.

He has always known that he and Yan Qianqian could not be husband and wife, and being nice to her has become a habit he has developed since childhood.

And Xiang Wenshan will most likely become her future husband.

So in the final analysis, this is a matter between a couple and it has nothing to do with others.

But now in this life, when thinking back on this incident, Xing Chen thought of more.

In his initial impression, Yan Qianqian had a very high talent for cultivation, and was not much different from Xiang Wenshan.

Until now, Yan Qianqian, as one of the few female cultivators in Lingtian Sect, is only slightly inferior to Xiang Wenshan and another senior brother who is at the seventh level of Qi Refining in the same period.

After this assessment, if she can get the elixir in Hai City and break through the seventh level of Qi Refining, then the one under Xiangwen Mountain will be hers.

In Lingtian Sect, there are only a handful of girls who formally practice Taoism.

But there are quite a few girls here.

A large number of girls were left here, not to compete for resources for cultivation, but to serve the men who practiced Taoism here.

When they were young, they could wash clothes and cook for the men, and when they grew up, they could become bed-warming companions.

Most people who practice Taoism are indifferent to love, especially when they are immortals and the other party is a mortal. They just need an object to vent their physical desires.

There are too many men in Lingtian Sect, but too few formal female cultivators.

A large number of ordinary girls quietly filled the gap.

Therefore, a girl like Yan Qianqian, who is talented, beautiful, and has a good family background, can attract the attention of almost all the men in the sect.

Elder Haoran naturally knew about this, and had started looking for a good husband for her since she was a child.

Coincidentally, the most outstanding disciple of his generation was just his disciple.

It was probably from that time that the resources of Cangwu Peak began to favor this future son-in-law.

As Yan Qianqian was a woman, Elder Haoran obviously did not expect her to achieve anything great.

Xing Chen's memories turned to the scenes in Hai City where Yan Qianqian chopped off his head.

He didn't know if it was because he was thinking too much, but he suddenly had a strange feeling.

Was the situation at that time exactly as I saw it?

Xing Chen couldn’t think of an answer for the time being, but there was no need to rush, as everything would probably happen again in front of him.

Just wait patiently.

"Baby." Xuan Luo's shout brought his thoughts back to reality.

Xing Chen grabbed his hands as they fumbled around in the dark and pretended not to hear his shouts.

Xuan Luo laughed, "It's too dark here, I can't see anything. How about taking you to a place with hot springs and flowers?"

Xing Chen replied dryly, "Not good."

Xuan Luo just grabbed his hand and shamelessly led him to touch her body.

"Baby, the night is long. Can you bear to see your husband suffer so much?"

Xing Chen's hand suddenly retracted as if it was burned, and the voice seemed to come out from between his teeth, "How can you bear it."

"Liar."

"go away!"

"Of course we have to leave...let's leave together."

As soon as Xuan Luo finished speaking, the thick darkness in front of him disappeared. Xing Chen turned his head and saw himself lying on the edge of a steamy hot spring pool. Xuan Luo was leaning her head and looking at him with a smile.

Behind Xuan Luo, at the foot of the mountain, was a peach forest that stretched as far as the eye could see, with flowers in full bloom.

A breeze blew, and the petals fluttered towards them.

Xuan Luo held a petal in the corner of his lips, lowered his head and kissed Xing Chen, and his tongue skillfully exchanged the flowers and grass in Xing Chen's mouth.

"Baby, so sweet."

"It's the grass that's sweet, not me."

"No, the one that goes into your mouth is the sweetest."

"nonsense."

"Our baby, everything is sweet." Xuan Luo's kiss slowly moved down, "Let your husband taste it well..."