The black soul pressed her under her body. The entanglement of the two souls made her no longer have the strength to shout, and she could not even shout it out, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up.?

She thought that the body was gone and the soul could not do that kind of thing. It turned out that there was another thing called dual cultivation.

The soul-body nun is in great pain, and the only one who benefits are the man.

As a human being, having sex between men and women will not harm both men and women, but dual cultivation is not.

The strong side benefit greatly, while the weak side suffers a hundred times more.

Unless one of the strong is willing to provide the power in his body to the weak, the weak will benefit, but the black soul will absolutely not be able to transition its power to Bingwu.

This is the terrible thing about dual cultivation.

Among demons, the most common one is dual cultivation.

A king can find the weak to practice dual cultivation under many opportunities, in order to absorb the weak’s skills, provided that the two physique attributes are consistent.

After three hours, Bingwu seemed to have been in hell for three hours, and despair could no longer express her current mood.

Hate?

She hates it!

But now she didn't even have the strength to hate, a tear fell from the corner of her eyes, and black light kept flashing around Bingwu.

Her whole body, shoulders, collarbone, and thighs were all wounds that had been bitten by him, and the purple kiss marks that could not be erased. Her lips were bitten by herself, and her eyes were dull, like a puppet, not knowing grief.

The black soul is still constantly "struggling"...

I don’t know how long time has passed, Bingwu has become numb. Her mind is gradually gathering the appearance of a person. She feels unprecedented humiliation and torture. She tells herself: Live! You must live!

The pain she suffered today will be ten or a hundred times the next day, and will be taken back one by one.

‘Bang!’ The door was opened!

The candlelight was not extinguished, and Bingwu was completely immersed in her hatred and had no idea about all this.

A black shadow saw the scene in front of him and was slightly surprised.

The black soul felt someone coming, and looked sideways, and a black shadow suddenly approached and landed on his back. The force was so strong that he knocked the black soul unconscious.

The black soul has extraordinary force. If it is put on weekdays, except for Huang Junye, few people are his opponents, so don't say that he can't be stunned with one palm.

Today he was so excited and working so hard that he had spent a lot of power. Now he is just an ordinary person like sludge, so he naturally has no power to fight back.

Mei appeared and saw everything in front of her. She was a woman and a man, and a soul cultivator. He frowned in a good look, and he retching in disgusting manner. He kicked the black soul away with one kick, and pulled the strips of cloth scattered on the side, but he still stood on Bing Wu's body without looking at it, covering half of her body.

The sudden change made Bing Wu blink and tears slid down. She moved her gaze and saw the clothes scattered in front of her. These were all forced torn off by the Black Soul. Although the clothes were not covered, they could at least cover up a little.

Mei walked closer to Bingwu and looked at her carefully.

Bing Wu's eyes were lit with a bright color, "Who are you?"

When she spoke, her throat was dry and uncomfortable, and she was hoarse and unpleasant.

Mei looked around and said, "Are you the princess of that elf tribe Bingwu?"
Chapter completed!