In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

Li Zimo felt soft-hearted upon seeing this, and quickly comforted him:

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you. Don't cry."

Upon hearing this, Fu Sirui's sadness turned into joy, and a smug smile blossomed on her face, but still with a hint of arrogance:

"Then why don't you hurry up!"

Li Zimo sighed helplessly, then took out a handful of thousand-year-old spiritual milk from Yunyou Tianfu, and gently applied it on Fu Sirui's creamy skin.

Fu Sirui has a graceful figure and exquisite curves, and her skin looks even more crystal clear against the backdrop of the spiritual milk.

However, Fu Sirui suddenly became nervous. She waved her hand and said hurriedly:

"Oh, don't waste it! You can't use that much, it all dripped onto the mattress. You...can't you be more careful? You dropped so much, can't you take a little less at a time?"

Li Zimo felt a ripple in his heart when he saw her wanting to enjoy but worrying about wasting it.

He stared at her blankly, a smile on his lips, and said jokingly:

"Just now you said I was stingy, but now you are saving money for me."

But seeing her eyes that were slightly reproachful yet full of expectation, Li Zimo had no choice but to give in and said with a smile:

"Okay, I'll do as you say! I'll wrap it with my spiritual power and make sure it doesn't drop a single drop."

After hearing this, Fu Sirui finally felt relieved.

But she couldn't help but look at the thousand-year-old spiritual milk in Li Zimo's hand that exuded rich spiritual energy from time to time, for fear that it would be wasted again.

After all, this one drop is priceless.

Under her careful gaze, Li Zimo began the application process and was actually a little nervous.

He operated it carefully, for fear of making any mistakes.

After finishing, he wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, and heard Fu Sirui urging:

"Hurry up, don't just stand there, come quickly! The spiritual milk will evaporate soon."

Li Zimo glanced at her anxious little eyes, and suddenly felt helpless.

This girl is too eager to improve her strength. Compared with him, I am just like a salted fish.

However, he also understands that everyone has their own pursuits and pace.

As for myself, I will just be a useless person. I will let nature take its course to improve my strength.

So, under her slightly urging gaze, he gently grasped her slender and soft waist and began to guide her into a state of cultivation.

Soon, Fu Sirui's melodious singing voice was heard in the room.

She closed her eyes, an intoxicated expression on her face, humming a melodious tune, and seemed to be completely immersed in the world of cultivation.

Li Zimo finally breathed a sigh of relief and secretly congratulated himself on being able to handle this little girl.

If I met an ordinary person, he would be completely distracted by her sense of urgency and supervision, which would be a joke.

An hour later, the atmosphere in the room gradually calmed down.

Fu Sirui was extremely tired and fell limply on the bed.

Seeing this, Li Zimo gently held her to his chest and adjusted her posture so that she could rest more comfortably.

In Li Zimo's arms, Fu Sirui slowly regained consciousness. She felt the power surging in her body and finally broke through to the realm of martial artist.

However, there was a hint of helplessness on her face:

"What should I do? Why is the effect of using the Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Milk so poor? It's already been an hour, and I just broke through to the Martial Master level."

Li Zimo smiled gently and explained patiently:

"I've already said that the effectiveness of dual cultivation depends on the relationship between both parties. It can't be improved just by wanting it. Didn't you see that I didn't go looking for women recklessly? Without a deep emotional foundation, the improvement of dual cultivation will be very slow."

When Fu Sirui heard this, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, and she asked:

"Did my sister really not use the Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Milk yesterday?"

Li Zimo nodded, his expression firm:

"It's really useless. And she successfully broke through to the fifth level of martial artist in just two hours. Although she originally had a lower-grade earth-level talent, which is stronger than you, you are now also a lower-grade earth-level talent, so it shouldn't be because of talent."

When Fu Sirui heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up:

"What? I have a low-grade Earth-level talent?"

Li Zimo nodded again, his eyes full of tenderness and encouragement.

Fu Sirui excitedly broke free from Li Zimo's arms, took out a white crystal ball and began to test her talent.

When she saw that the crystal ball showed that it was indeed a lower-grade Earth-level talent, she was so happy that she almost jumped up:

"Really? You didn't lie to me!"

Looking at Fu Sirui's excited expression, Li Zimo's heart was also filled with joy.

Li Zimo smiled gently and said, "Rui'er, why would I lie to you?"

After hearing this, Fu Sirui blushed slightly and said a little embarrassedly:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you and caused you to waste so much Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk."

Li Zimo shook his head gently, still smiling: "It's okay, don't take it to heart. Didn't your sister tell you? I have a lot of this ten thousand year old spiritual milk, you can use it as you like, it's okay."

Fu Sirui looked at Li Zimo's tolerant and gentle eyes, and the doubts and anxieties in her heart gradually dissipated.

She realized that the man in front of her was not as bad as she had imagined.

Not only did he not get angry because of her doubts, nor did he blame or threaten her for the waste she caused, but he took the initiative to comfort her, which made her feel warm in her heart.

My opinion of Li Zimo has also changed a little.

Fu Sirui smiled slightly, with a hint of curiosity and inquiry in her eyes:

"You are a little different from what I originally thought."

Li Zimo asked with great interest:

"Oh? So what did you originally think of me?"

Fu Sirui blinked mischievously:

"Don't tell you."

Li Zimo laughed heartily and pretended to think:

"Then let me guess? A playboy? Falling in love with every girl he meets? A stingy person?"

Fu Sirui nodded rather embarrassedly.

Li Zimo smiled slightly: "You are not completely wrong, at least Huaxin Daluo is right."

Fu Sirui bit her lips lightly, as if thinking about something, and then said:

"It's right to love every girl you meet."

Li Zimo shook his head slightly and denied it:

"With my current strength, it's easy for me to find the most beautiful person in a city. So do you think you and your sister are the most beautiful people in this city? And those four concubines, are they also the most beautiful people in this city?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Sirui shook her head and said:

"I don't know, probably not. In this world of cultivation, everyone focuses on cultivation, and generally looks good. And everyone has different aesthetic tastes, so no one can say who the most beautiful person is."