Have you ever seen such a heartthrob?

48.

I stretched out a hand, and he put a round thing on my hand. I crushed the teapot, and the essence inside turned into a ball.

Zhengyang didn't rush to help me push away the broken porcelain pieces, "You practiced so fast? You can do it with one hand? Then you were both flowers and dew yesterday?"

I stretched my hands back and still covered my head. Can I practice every day? Why do I take so much trouble every time? It’s just the first time to open your eyes.

Zhengyang said outside again, "What are you doing inside, come out and let me help you absorb your energy."

I don't, it smells bad without the petals and dew on it.

I said sullenly, "I've calmed down, shouldn't you get out?"

Zhengyang Laipi, "I can't get out. I dug a hole directly into your bed. After a whole night of digging, the author didn't even see me in your bed. As soon as I got out, I revealed my secrets."

I didn't want to pay attention to him, "then you go back along the hole!"

Zhengyang refused, "I buried it while digging."

I forced the essence into my body and lifted the quilt, "Are you kidding me?"

Zhengyang pulled my mattress away, and I found that my bed was sawn. The reason why I didn't feel it was because Wu Zhengyang used spiritual power to forcibly glue it together.

Zhengyang is innocent, "I really cut off the back road, if you don't believe me, go and have a look under the bed."

My eyes darkened with anger, "No wonder I feel uncomfortable lying on my bed."

Zhengyang was aggrieved, "You didn't feel uncomfortable until I told you. I obviously recovered with my spiritual power."

Yes, I don't feel well when you recover, can't you?

I was about to speak just now, but my subordinate knocked on the door, and all I could say was, "Come in."

The subordinates were respectful, "Master, the Demon Venerable calls you to the blood pool."

I said, "Understood, back off."

I straighten my clothes, "You find a way to get the hell out of me before I get back. And keep my bed the way it is."

Zheng Yang didn't care, "Wow, is there real blood in the blood pool? Your bed is maintained by me with spiritual power, and it collapsed as soon as I walked away. I can only do the two things you said one piece."

I ignored his question, "You figure it out yourself."

I jumped out of bed and left.

49.

How do I know if the blood in the pool is blood? It's the place where the demon master specializes in practicing kung fu, and I haven't been there either.

Before I entered the blood pool, I smelled a strong fishy smell. The blood pool was built in a huge cave on the bone mountain, and the place where I could step down in the cave were all bones.The blood seems to be still in the human body

The same, is slowly flowing.The blood pool built with countless lives turned out to be alive.

I was dizzy and nauseous and refused to go any further.

Si Yan flew over, picked me up, and brought me to a complete flat ground in the middle, which was covered with the fluffy leather that Si Yan used on the bed.

I lifted the leather to take a look, what's under the leather?

Si Yan stopped me.

Si Yan said, "Don't look, there are corpses that have not turned into bones. I used cold incense to seal the smell, and sprinkled magic soil to make the place relatively flat."

Si Yan was distressed, "I was able to fly here, but I didn't consider you, why don't I smooth out those bones tonight and make them into stone slabs."

I buried my head in Si Yan's arms and smelled the incense on his body, "No need, you can hug me every time. I think if you hug me, the author's writing will be very sweet."

I was dizzy, "Do you want me to come to the blood pool to practice with you in the future?"

Si Yan said, "Well, your presence in the side hall greatly affects my handling of things, and you're also bored yourself. Why don't you come to the Blood Pond, I can also teach you how to practice kung fu."

Si Yan asked, "Are you unable to bear this smell?"

I reluctantly left Si Yan's embrace, and finally took a deep breath, "I'll get used to it."

Si Yan nodded, "Then let's start practicing."

I only practiced for a while, and I felt irritable and full of resentment. All I could think about was that I was stripped naked, surrounded by several people, some used my mouth, some used my hands, and some used my acupuncture points. legs and feet.nausea.I want to kill.

I opened my eyes at once, and Si Yan immediately helped me cover them, "Qing Chen, the pool of blood does affect people's minds, and I was also stimulated to kill many people at the time. Nothing interfered with it."

Si Yan hugged me from behind, "You get over it, I'll be with you."

50.

Si Yan whispered a lot into my ear, but I couldn't understand a single word.

All the resentment and resentment I had been suppressing in my heart came out.What's the use of being the most beautiful in the whole book? I can't stand it on my shoulders, I can't lift it with my hands. On Sumen Mountain, half of the people are stronger than my second senior brother. My day and night cultivation is not as good as my senior brother's cultivation.

How disgusting heartthrobs are, so many symbolic characters want to possess me, have no brains to hide their dirty thoughts, and I endure their obscene scrutiny every day.I saw them as if I had their eyes gouged out.

There are always cannon fodder who touch me, and my senior brother has to come over to protect me.I can't argue with cannon fodder yet, because cannon fodder also has to moles me.

My senior brother looked down on me, Zhengyang didn't understand me, and Si Yan pitied me too.

I am careful everywhere, but there are still readers who scold me. The author sets me up like this, but doesn't write about me well.

I'm so nice, but she writes me as a bitch.

My chest hurts and my head hurts too. I wanted to go out and kill someone, but I was hugged tightly.I pinched him with my fingernails and beat him, but I couldn't get rid of him no matter what.I used my spiritual power, and he released coercion.

I finally collapsed limply in his arms, he was still covering my eyes, I cried and said, "I might as well be a brainless cannon fodder. Why does she write me alive? Why should I have self-awareness. "

Si Yan comforted me, "She doesn't know that we are alive, and everything about us is given by her. If she didn't write us alive, we wouldn't have self-awareness."

Si Yan wanted to save me powerlessly, "She just observed us unconsciously, and then chose a part to write in the book. She doesn't know anything."

When I woke up again, I was on Si Yan's extravagant big bed.I was wearing what seemed to be his clothes.

Si Yan said, "I know you don't like the smell of blood, so I washed it for you, do you mind?"