From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

Chen Hong feels that his external conditions are still very good. As a stallion, his figure, appearance and some skills are necessary.

But Ke Fan, a native, was actually more stylish and good-looking than his body, so he couldn't help but give eye drops to his junior sister.

Chen Hong can guarantee that any woman who sleeps with him once will never leave him.

He approached step by step, his eyes filled with lust: "Junior sister, I like you so much..."

Ke Fan couldn't bear it anymore, Fengchi Dianqing rushed in front of him, unleashed his cultivation in the divine transformation stage, and suppressed him to kneel down.

Just use the two big ears to scrape up. I learned this trick from Meng Liu.

Don't say it, it can indeed vent your anger.

Chen Hong was stunned: "Why are you here?"

He looked at Ke Fan and then at Meng Liu: "You..."

"Do we have anything to do with you? I don't even look at your face. You have a single eyelid and a narrowed eye. Your nose seems to be broken. You are still dark. How dare you seduce my senior sister?" Ke Fan was disgusted. Fight him.

Chen Hong became angry when he scolded him: "What do you know? These are called red phoenix eyes and aquiline nose. As for the skin color, it is called bronze! Do you think all men are like you, just a pretty boy?"

Meng Liu watched the two of them bickering with interest.

Ke Fan thought about what he had just said and became angry: "Who plotted against whom during the last experience, do you have the guts to say it again in front of me?"

Chen Hong stopped talking. He is a senior brother, but he is only at the level of Nascent Soul. Moreover, he has only arrived today. He has not yet reached the level of cultivation of the original master. Ke Fan has now transformed into a god. As long as he moves his fingers, he can I can't die anymore.

He was also angry just now, so he used his peripheral vision to look at Meng Liu's face, thinking that the two of them had just spoken against Ke Fan this morning.

He felt aggrieved and said: "Junior sister..."

Meng Liu raised his head and looked at the sky, "What does it have to do with me? Ke Fan didn't scold me this time. Just wish yourself well."

Seeing her evasive look, Chen Hong became frustrated. Suddenly he saw the collar around Ke Fan's neck, and he was shocked.

After all, he has done many tasks. What does the collar represent? Sometimes it has a special meaning. Is Ke Fan a douchebag?

When did these two get on so well and have so much fun?

"Are you together already?"

When Ke Fan was about to answer, Meng Liu said directly: "No."

Chen Hong glanced at his collar: "Which collar..."

Ke Fan frowned, and he almost forgot about this: "What does it have to do with you?"

"Since you are not together, then Junior Sister, what I just said..."

Ke Fan said angrily: "What just happened? Your senior sister Xin Yue? I might as well tell you that this collar was put on me by my senior sister. She doesn't like you at all."

Meng Liu: "..."

So do men need stimulation?

He had made a three-part agreement with her before, saying that he would help her obtain the inheritance of a monk in the Tribulation Stage and then take off his collar. What's going on with this showy tone now?

Chen Hong narrowed his eyes: "Wearing a collar doesn't mean anything. I treat you as a plaything or as a lover. Don't you know it in your heart?" He said this to deceive Ke Fan and find out what the relationship between the two was.

As expected, these words hit Ke Fan's mind.

He laughed angrily: "What do you know? You can just find toys wherever you want. Why does Senior Sister need to look for me? Why doesn't she wear a collar for others, just for me? You can take care of it yourself."

Chen Hong choked....

Why do I feel like this junior brother is a little bit love-minded.

"Okay, we're going to bed, get out of here." He waved his hand to release the restraint.

Chen Hong took a deep look at Meng Liu: "Junior sister, I will not give up, you..."

Ke Fan stopped his unfinished words with a roundhouse kick, and Chen Hong suddenly disappeared.

Meng Liu looked at Ke Fan with deep eyes.

Her cheeks burned when she looked at her, and she pretended to be pretentious: "What are you looking at!"

He turned around and fled back to the cabin, covering his face in shyness.

He was a little calmer now. What was he doing just now?

This woman would definitely laugh at him if she found out what he was thinking!

Meng Liu didn't say anything and walked back to the room.

She really didn't say anything, and Ke Fan was reluctant again.

He tugged on the hem of his clothes like a little daughter-in-law and leaned over: "You...don't you have anything to ask me?"

Meng Liu closed his eyes: "No."

Ke Fan bit his lip and sat down on the bed in frustration.

Meng Liu was thinking, could it be that Ke Fan really had a tendency to flirt? Why did this man come to her door automatically before she even made a move?

Should I accept it now or tease him for two more days?

He is probably just feeling fresh about what he has done with him now, which leads to feelings that he is not even aware of.

But this is not enough, she wants Ke Fan to be willing to wear shackles for her for the rest of his life.

Dog training doesn’t happen overnight, you have to take your time.

The people next to him sighed, which made Meng Liu a little unable to sleep.

"If you can't sleep, do something else."

A voice came from above, and Ke Fan was startled, then turned to look at her, stumbling: "What...what's going on..."

"What do you think?" Meng Liu opened the quilt.

Ke Fan subconsciously replied: "You only promised me at the beginning that you would not insult me ​​again..."

Meng Liu raised his eyebrows: "I'm afraid you have a misunderstanding about the word insult."

She took out the leash again and fastened it to the collar.

He gave the order coldly: "Take off your clothes."

Ke Fan's heart beat violently, as if he could predict what would happen next. She just said a few words and made herself feel like it again.

Clenching the clothes in his hands, the two sides faced off silently.

Do you want to do as she says? Can he?

Meng Liu didn't have much patience and went straight to pick it up.

Ke Fan blushed and pretended that he had not recovered and allowed her to act.

When it was over, he exclaimed dryly, as if he hadn't allowed it.

Meng Liu chuckled, his acting skills needed to be improved.

She took out the rope from the storage bag and tied Ke Fan's whole body in a large shape.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Meng Liu smiled and said, "Guess."

The next second, a whip appeared out of thin air in her hand. Ke Fan's eyes widened: "You want to hit me again?"

He suppressed his blush, whether from embarrassment or anger.

Meng Liu didn't give him much time to react, and whipped him directly on the chest, using only a small amount of force.

"Ah..." Ke Fan screamed in pain.

A monk with a huge difference in realm, not to mention that Meng Liu had withdrawn his strength. When the whip hit his body, there was only a trace of pain, followed by a strange feeling.

Ke Fan's brows almost knit together: "Don't go too far!"

He responded with another whip.

This time he had adapted to the pain, and Ke Fan couldn't explain what it felt like. He only knew that he didn't want her to stop at this moment.

Meng Liu glanced at it: "Do you feel it now?"

Ke Fan's cheeks turned red and he simply closed his eyes: "You can do whatever you want. Don't humiliate me by saying these things."