Your Highness, Jiangshan hires you

Dingwangfu, in the bedroom.

Ming Che's first practice with this Yin-Yang Sacred Body for nine days and nine nights ended perfectly. He looked down at the little guy who was extremely tired and soundly asleep on the bed, and unconsciously pursed his soft, red mouth.

Unable to restrain himself for a moment, his fingertips lightly touched those soft lips, and in his mind, he kissed Xiao Luo when he was feeding the blood from the tip of his tongue...

He quickly got up, got up from the bed, and stopped looking at the people in the warm tent, what happened to him, the temptation of the Eucharist is so great?

Ming Che came out of the room, turned back to his original body, and plunged into the huge inner lake in the courtyard. The Yin-Yang Saint Physique was indeed unparalleled in the world, and the double cultivation with it was extremely effective. Then after nine times, the result can only be imagined to be better.

Feeling the strength of his cultivation, Ming Che returned to the shore, recovered his human body, and sat in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

At the same time, a shadow emerged, "Congratulations, master, your cultivation is improving."

Ming Che glanced at the person in front of him, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Ling Ying replied respectfully: "Yaojun knows that the master has found the Yin-Yang Sacred Body, and asks his subordinates to remind the master that although dual cultivation can greatly increase the cultivation base, they must also be careful not to rush forward. The master's thousand-year catastrophe is coming soon. Everything has to be careful."

"It's really hard for him, he is in charge of the demon world, he manages everything, and he can always pay attention to my affairs."

"Yaojun is the father of your master. For the demon, the one who survives the thousand-year catastrophe, there is no one out of ten; How could Yaojun not care about you?"

Ming Che's tone was cold, "Maybe."

Seeing this, Ling Ying stopped talking about the matter, and instead said: "Master, Xiao Mingyuan has been wanting to see the master these days. The palace did not announce the funeral of the eighth prince Xiao Lin, and just followed the rules. However, There is a bit of discussion about the master bringing the Ninth Prince back to Prince Ding's Mansion."

"What are you talking about?"

"Master, you have always disliked socializing with others. The master confiscated all the beauties that Xiao Mingyuan gave to the master before. Now that you have brought the Ninth Prince back to the mansion, it is because you gave birth to Long Yang. You don't love beauties but beautiful men."

Ming Che smiled lightly, thinking carefully about Xiao Luo's appearance, it was really good-looking, how many demons he had seen in the demon world that turned into human beings, none seemed to be as good as Xiao Luo, like a lotus emerging from water, completely natural.

Ling Ying was surprised. Speaking of this, the master was laughing just now?

"Go and tell Xiao Mingyuan that in two days, I will go into the palace and bring Xiao Luo with me."

Ling Ying, who heard this, lowered her head tightly, and immediately responded, "Yes, this subordinate will do it now."

……

In a blink of an eye, it has been a day and a night.

Xiao Luo narrowed his eyes and slowly opened them. Through the veil of the bed, he vaguely saw the bright sun outside the window. He vaguely remembered that when Ming Che separated from him, he fell into a complete coma. How long did he sleep again? I don't know at all.

He propped himself up and wanted to get out of bed, but his back was so sore that he couldn't straighten up at all. What's more embarrassing was that even though he wasn't tossing about that place, even if he was adapting, it lasted for so many days. Che then...how can it be as good as it has never been mined.

"woke up."

Suddenly, a voice came in, and then, the bed veil in front of him was pulled away, Xiao Luo saw the person in front of him, and his half-supported body fell down. speak out.

Seeing Xiao Luo embarrassed, Ming Che said, "Uncomfortable?"

"Yeah." Xiao Luo nodded lightly, "Just... my waist is a little sore."