Chapter 162
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Then, his cheeks turned slightly red. No matter which memory he had, there was no such thing? Test.
When he was the Demon Lord, there were many demon sects around him. Various sects? She was a singer who offered herself to him, but she was never interested in the human body. As for Shen Shu … what did he do? His master was the only one in his mind. How could he think of anything else?
After flipping through a scroll, he let out a long sigh of relief and covered his face with his hand.
He couldn't help but look into his mind with his divine sense and see Bai sitting inside? The little jade person still had its eyes closed, as if nothing had happened. Then, he turned his divine sense out again.
Until? After entering the dream at night, even in the dream? It was charming and gentle. Did he look like? Did he just learn it? The reckless young man, who had a novelty, embraced the imagined warmth and softness and tried out all the new things he had learned.
The night was dark.
The crescent moon disappeared behind the clouds.
In the small bamboo house, a pair of eyes suddenly opened.
He got up from the bed, his face hidden in the deep darkness. His eyes were half-closed, and there was a little indifference in his laziness. He whispered.
"Too weak."
He glanced at Remnant Light on the pillow. The pure spiritual energy overflowing from the sword made him feel disgusted.
"I have to get the Shura Sword back …"
What did he do? Make a decision? Just as he was about to get up from the bed, he pulled a part of his body that was still swollen.
He looked down expressionlessly. Then he saw? He saw the huge thing propped up in his underwear.
He seemed to be puzzled. He muttered to himself.
"The human body is so boring. What is there to fantasize about?"
Although he didn't understand, he still? Follow the body? Instinctively, he closed his eyes and sat in the darkness, solving the problem for himself.
He wiped his hands clean, changed into new clothes, and walked out of the room.
The moonlight shone on the earth, and the sea of flowers swayed in the distance.
Countless colors crashed into his eyes. Blue, light purple, crimson, dreamlike.
"Beautiful colors." He praised in a low voice.
Even so, this? Such a beautiful scenery or? It didn't dissuade him from leaving here? Inside, to find his own place? The thought of powerful strength.
He had lived for many years, from The Abyss to? Did the human world know this? What in the world? There were things that were important and could drive people crazy, but they couldn't compare to the real power in their hands.
Just as he was about to walk out of the flowerbed, he suddenly stopped and looked back.
Under the moonlight, two bamboo buildings, one big and one small, quietly leaned against each other. It was quiet and tranquil, as if it could separate people from the worries of the secular world.
He suddenly wanted to meet the person that "he" was so reluctant to part with. Who exactly was it? What did he look like?
Just a glance?
He nodded to himself.
Hmm … Just one glance.
Suddenly, a ribbon of darkness appeared behind his back, allowing him to step lightly on the air. He silently appeared in Ye Yunlan's bedroom through the breeze that leaked in through the window.
His figure was reflected in the bronze mirror. He walked slowly towards the carved wooden bed in the corner of the room.
He got closer and closer. Did he hear that? His heart was thumping in the darkness. It was neither fast nor slow. But? It was a little noisy.
He bent over and lifted a corner of the bed curtain. Was the moonlight here? From an angle, the light shone through the crack and reflected the person sleeping. Pale? A tranquil face.
He was stunned.
Outside the window, the wind blew through the sea of flowers, rustling them.
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