Murong Yanran stood behind the dark seat and gently pinched the shoulders for the man on the chair.

It’s true that the massage in Little Cthulhu does have a bit of indescribable smell.

"Ahem..."

Xia Ji pinched his fists to his lips, and looked down his long hands, as if a cautious scout was tentative and detecting. If he didn't stop him, his hands would probably be able to get ahead, drive straight into the city and siege the ground.

So he coughed twice.

Murong Yanran's lips curled up, showing a dark smile.

As expected, she didn't stop at all, and even lay behind Xia Ji and made a professional comment: "The anterior scale muscle above the clavicle is slightly stiff, which is a sign of poor qi and blood, but it is normal to go up. The source should be in the pectoralis major muscle..."

As she said, her hand touched the pectoralis major muscle and pinched it.

"Well...what is the source of poor vitality? Let's try the serratic anterior muscle and rectus abdominis..."

While commenting professionally, she began to attack wildly with her hands using this righteousness.

Bang.

Xia Ji finally grabbed her exploring hand.

Little Cthulhu asked seriously: "Lord, what have you done recently? Why are you so hard?"

Xia Ji: "I am the body of the mystery of life, and there will be no problem. Even if you squeeze it out, my flesh can still be reorganized."

Little Cthulhu finally realized the correct way to get along with the Lord...

She didn't retract her hands and thought, "Well... Master, then it's even more time to investigate. How can such a good body have poor blood and blood? Don't be lucky to recover, Yanran will help you investigate."

Xia Ji made the following judgment in his mind:

——Murong Yanran can trust.

——I have indeed not explored the "mysteries of life".

——The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear. Besides, Murong Yanran is a real genius in the world. She may be able to see a little bit of what she can't see.

So, he nodded.

In the darkness, the white peach blossom lips grinned, showing a successful smile.

——Sure enough, happiness still needs to be achieved through your own hands.

——This is a strategy that I came up with after learning from the pain, but I didn’t expect it to work.

She began to analyze and continue to explore while she continued to explore. Her breathing became slightly rapid, and her ten slender and slightly cold fingers crawled over her hot skin.

"Okay, don't go any further."

"Master? What are you talking about? Yanran is just thinking about helping you explore the secrets of your body. After all, you also said that the journey after the secrets of life is a mystery. Maybe Yanran will help?"

“…”

Murong Yanran suddenly said in a lost voice: "Does... do you think it is a relationship between men and women?

Yanran wants to be your wife, but Yanran is just simply checking your physical condition for you. Do you don’t trust Yanran anymore?”

Xia Ji thought for a moment, feeling that he couldn't find any problem, so he shouted "cough". He stopped talking, which was a default.

The room suddenly became quiet.

Murong Yanran held back her heartbeat, controlled her breathing, and began to continue with her hands.

Xia Ji crossed his fingers and leaned forward, looking like he was thinking.

"I've got some new information these days."

“What message?”

"Why are you a little breathing?" Xia Ji was quite surprised, thinking that Murong Yanran was a little abnormal today. "It's not that he also had a mental demon? You have just entered the first limit of your cultivation. You have to stabilize it well. If it really doesn't work, I'll find some visualization for you."

Jiufeng is all from Zhang Lanzhi, the "little immortal king" of Zhang Lanzhi, not to mention that the visualization ideas of the major sects of Jiufeng are completely fine to ask Zhang Lanzhi to make a few books.

Murong Yanran lowered her head and said softly: "Master, I'm fine, you continue to talk."

"It's really okay?"

"No..." She breathed a little faster, "It's really not."

Xia Ji knew that Bai Taohua was also a strong man, so he didn't ask more, but continued: "The Queen Mother said that the saints had a total of 19, no more or less, no more or less, no more or less.

After I died, my holy position was replaced. In other words, if I wanted to take up the position now, I would have to fight with the saint as a non-saint and pull it down before I could get up.

How to fight? I'm so irritable."

Murong Yanran said, "Master, there is actually a solution, right?"

Xia Ji shook his head: "No."

Murong Yanran: "Anyway, no matter what, I will face it with the Lord. By the way... there should be news on it, right?"

The two turned their heads and looked out the window. The wood supporting the window was moving rustly in the cold wind, making a sound of dodole, and outside the window was half of the pale and suppressed sky.

The sky is like a dome, pressing down on the water and clouds.

Even further away, it is completely impossible to see.

But it can be imagined that it must be a fierce battle.

The emperor's son fights the Tao really.

Speaking of which, this is actually not Xia Ji's plan. He just follows the times and pushes the situation where he should push, and reaches the limit where he should reach the limit. That's all.

There are many factors in this, as well as the personality of the emperor's son.

Pinch...

Pinch...

In the darkness, Bai Taohua was still doing a "physical examination" for Xia Ji. She had just finished checking the "reason for muscle stiffness" and now she started touching her bones again...

Waited for a long time.

The connection finally came from the Dreamland.

Obviously the battle has been settled.

The two looked at each other, and Bai Taohua said righteously: "Master, go to the dream, I'll guard you here."

Xia Ji nodded, fell into a dream with a thought, and went to meet Xiao Qingniu Yuanshen.

When Bai Taohua saw him fall into a dream, she hugged him tightly from behind.

Swirl...

The words are divided into two ends.

Dreamland.

After seeing the main soul coming, Xiao Qingniu said in a thrilling voice: "Search to kill! The emperor's son was killed instantly..."

Xia Ji: "Die?"

Xiao Qingniu: "It shouldn't be dead, but the Emperor's son's innate spiritual treasure Five Elements Sword Formation was beaten to lose its luster, and the Emperor's son himself was also bombarded by powerful energy. "

"What else?"

Xiao Qingniu thought the main soul would be very happy, but she didn't expect that the main soul would still look calm and not that simple, so she continued: "The Tao has really shrunk a lot, becoming as big as a baby's palm. She herself said that she had consumed a lot of energy, and the power of the saint has been greatly damaged.

She also said that she had severely damaged the emperor's son and might encounter trouble in the future and was no longer tolerated by the immortals.

In this way, we not only severely damaged the emperor's son, but also won over the Tao to our camp, the main soul, I will not spend time with her anymore. If there is no problem, you can contact her again, okay?"

Xia Ji: "If you lead Dao Huanzhen to continue your journey deep into the sea of ​​demons, the demon will escape from the three great saints. If the time is right, he will meet Dao Huanzhen alone.

By the way, let me talk to you about the details of the two of you fighting.”

The little green bull started to say Balabara.

Xia Ji held his chin, thought, and asked a few more questions from time to time.

...

...

Open your eyes.

The red candle sways.

Xia Ji turned his head and saw the brown wool blanket hanging on his shoulders.

I sniffed a little, but some meat smell came from the crack of the door, which made people saliva flow.

Xia Ji came to his senses, took off his robe, grabbed a black cloak with a pocket from the hanger, raised his hand and covered it, and then got up and went out.

The snow was flying outside the door, and the cold air was in the bones. Under the corridor of the eaves, the white peach blossoms were like mortals sitting on a bench with their feet, holding palm-shaped fans and fanning the fire. The charcoal fire flickered and dark. She was just a singer outside and could not have strength. She was naturally operating normally now.

The small iron pot on the charcoal stove was stewed with secret rib soup, but now it was boiling on high heat, and then it was kept slow-cooked at room temperature.

"Yanran, you stay at home. If someone wants to see me, pretend to be me. If someone wants to see you, you will be restored to yourself. I'll go out."

"Then I'll wait for you to come back and have pork rib soup."
To be continued...