love yourself again

"Crack!" A whip hit Ling Junwu mercilessly, his body shook violently, the water basin on his head fell off, and he instantly turned into a drowned rat, with his thin clothes tightly attached to his thin body, pitifully He looked at Ling Huisheng who was lying on the imperial concubine's couch, twirling the spiritual fruit with his fingers and eating.

"Don't be distracted, the speed of finger prints is accelerated, and..." Smiling and looking at Ling Junwu with malicious intentions.

"Brother..." It turns out that this is called crying without tears.

"Don't continue to practice! Remember to fill the basin with water."

"Yes……"

"Crack!" Another whip whipped over, glanced at Ling Junwu who was covered in cold water, and said leisurely: "Wrong!"

Ling Junwu dared not speak out, and could only curse silently when his back was turned to Ling Huisheng.

"Snapped!"

"What's the matter! I did nothing wrong this time." He stomped his feet fiercely, his eyes widening angrily.

"It's easy, you can continue."

"You're kidding me!" He grabbed the copper basin with both hands and raised it over his head, about to smash it at the fucker who made fun of himself, but he turned around when he saw the whip in that pretty hand, "Hmph! A good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses."

Ling Huisheng looked at Ling Junwu who was leaving with a basin and couldn't help laughing on the couch. It turned out that it was so interesting to tease himself!

When I came back with a basin of water, I saw the man smiling happily, bared his teeth, and really wanted to pour the water over.

"Come here! Come to me."

"What are you doing?" He looked warily at the man who didn't know what was going on, and he was waving his hand, calling it a pet!

With a glance over, the child immediately compromised and moved over in small steps.

"Hmm! What did you give me to eat?"

"Don't spit, is it delicious?"

"Crack! Crack!" After chewing twice, the taste was sweet, and he glanced at the smiling person suspiciously.

"It's a spirit fruit, do you like it?" Ling Huisheng raised his chin towards the large plate of red spirit fruits on the small table, "Go to practice!"

"Hmph!" Xiaozui curled his face, turned around and stood not far away to continue practicing.

Eyes glance at the fruit plate from time to time, the beautiful spirit fruits are decreasing, and all of them have entered the belly of the hateful person. After a while, there are only a few left on the big plate, and I can't help but look at the person who eats the spirit fruit with an aggrieved expression : "You have eaten so much, leave two for me!"

Ling Huisheng picked up the last few pills and threw them into his mouth one by one, without looking at the distraught man.

In the middle of the night, Ling Junwu dragged his tired body back to his room, touched his hungry stomach, and endured the sourness in his nose and the grievance in his heart.

The night pearl emits a soft light that illuminates the whole room. There are several plates of spiritual fruits on the table in the center of the room. The red, yellow and yellow look very beautiful.

Staring blankly at the spiritual fruit in front of him, he grabbed a handful with his little hand and stuffed it into his mouth. The tears suddenly couldn't stop, and fell to the ground patter.

"Woo...don't think I'll forgive you! Uh...no forgiveness! Woooo..."

Looking at the empty plate and touching my full stomach, my whole body feels warm and comfortable, just feeling a little full.

The thin and small body was curled up on the big bed, overflowing with spiritual energy, Ling Junwu bit his lips tightly and whimpered from his throat, his inner clothes were already soaked, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Brother, it's so uncomfortable! It's so uncomfortable..." unconsciously shouted the only person who could help him.

Ling Huisheng pushed open the door, walked unhurriedly to the bed, and looked at the trembling child in pain, "I want you to be greedy, and if you don't get up, you will disperse the spiritual power in your body. If you are too late, you will explode!" and died."

"elder brother……"

"Get up! Don't worry, I will accompany you."

Ling Junwu looked at the indifferent person with wet eyes, sobbed and got up to control the scurrying spiritual power in his body.

Delicious spiritual fruit is not something you can eat casually.

Ling Junwu cultivated to a higher level because of the spiritual fruit, but he was reprimanded by Ling Huisheng and asked to suppress his cultivation and condense the strength in his body.

On this day, Ling Junwu came back from the outside with a relaxed pace. As soon as he approached the palace, he noticed an unusual aura: "What happened?"

Carefully exploring this familiar place, entering the palace, he found that Ling Huisheng's residence was emitting a powerful force, spreading towards the surroundings.

"Brother!" muttered to himself, clenched his fists to support the discomfort in his body, and slowly approached the room that was exuding a terrifying atmosphere, activating the treasure defense on his body, but the power was too strong, and the treasure sent out Overwhelming sound.

Gently pushed open the door, walked into the room slowly, quietly hid behind the screen and peeked in, and saw that usually very powerful person who was always able to do anything with ease, was lying on the bed in pain at this moment, wrapped in purple clothes. The flames and satin-like solid black mist tightly adhered to the skin had an astonishing visual stimulation, and the undergarment was messed up, and the fragile appearance had a deadly beauty and attraction.

Although the little Ling Junwu was unreasonable at this time, he was also confused by Ling Huisheng's appearance.

The force uncontrollably attacked the person hiding behind the screen. Ling Junwu stood there blankly, not knowing how to dodge. Ling Huisheng, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and met a pair of ignorant eyes like black grapes. , waved his hand to cut off the power of the uncontrolled attack.

"Get out!" Ling Huisheng froze and couldn't move with a sound of shock without emotion. After a while, he turned his head and ran outside, until he slid on the ground leaning on a pillar in the hall, panting heavily.

"Hmm!" An uncontrollable moan of pain flowed out of his mouth, Ling Huisheng sat up and leaned against the bed with his body propped up, his fingers knuckle to control the raging devil energy and purple ghost fire.

"I didn't expect that the incomplete soul would bring such a big trouble. It's a pity that the part of the soul that was burned by the purple ghost fire can't be repaired in a short time. It can only be cultivated slowly in the future." The power around the body slowly He regained control and took it back into his body. It's a pity that these powers can't be used at will in his current situation, otherwise he will definitely be swallowed if he loses control. "It seems that I need to find more spirits to cultivate the soul."

"Jun Wu, come to my room."

"Brother?" Suddenly woke up and looked at the empty top of the hall, slowly got up from the ground and looked in a certain direction suspiciously, rubbed his eyes and walked towards the room of his cheap brother.

Ling Huisheng has already taken care of himself after passing through the dangerous period, but his body is still very weak at this time, even his face has no blood, with a faint feeling of sickness, and there is still pain in his body, which is the sequela caused by the insufficiency of the soul , lying on the bed and not wanting to move.

"Brother, are you okay?" Ling Junwu raised his small hand to touch Ling Huisheng's forehead, "You don't look well..."

"Don't touch me." Wei Wei tilted her head to the side, "Didn't hurt you before!"

Ling Junwu withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and shook his head: "Brother, are you really alright?"

"It's okay, you can practice here today! I want to watch you." The hand under the quilt moved its fingers lightly, as if all the nerves in the whole body were affected at once, and the pain broke out in a cold sweat.

Ling Junwu looked at the weak person on the bed hesitantly, thought for a while, took a few steps back honestly, and began to practice seriously.

What happened in the past two days left a deep impression on Ling Junwu's little heart, and he will never forget it.

Ling Huisheng's sequelae caused by insufficiency of soul will occur every ten years. Every time Ling Junwu hides and peeps. He doesn't know why he is like this, but every time he sees a different Ling Huisheng, he will feel strangely excited. He inexplicably liked Ling Huisheng, looking greedily at those eyes stained with pain, imagining what kind of face was behind the veil.

"Am I sick?" Ten years seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye. Ling Junwu, who was almost a weak crown, hid in the room after peeking at his brother for the second time, covered his head with a quilt, and knelt down. On the bed in the dark, staring at the bed with a pair of bright eyes, the body temperature is a bit high, which is really not normal for a cultivator, "But I really want to see what my brother looks like, why is there such a thing? Such a strange feeling?"

For ten years, Ling Junwu had never left this place where there was always snow and ice. This place was really strange. No one had ever been here. There was nothing but himself, his brother and this palace.

Turned over and lay flat on the bed, pulled the brocade quilt and only showed a pair of eyes, lamented: "I don't like that ruthless brother, but it's because I didn't draw a talisman to be so heavy handed, the day before yesterday was my birthday! A hand touched his waist, where there were still faint whip marks, "Do you think I will forgive you if you cook for me yourself? Hmph! Wishful thinking, another whip for a sweet date to eat Trick, this trick is useless to me.

"However, that sweet, salty dumpling is quite delicious, but it's a pity that there are too few of them... Ah! What are you thinking about?" Rolling around the quilt a few times, most of the quilt fell to the ground, With one leg pressed against the quilt, he rested his chin in his hand and thought about it.

"Oops, I haven't practiced the art of controlling things that my brother said, so what should I do now? It's over, it's over, I'm sure I'll have to whip again."

Huo suddenly sat up, quickly put on his boots and ran towards Ling Huisheng's room.

Ling Huishengchi was soaking naked in the spiritual spring water, his long black hair was scattered on the edge of the white jade pool, the thin steam rose up and blurred the space, incense was burned beside it, and the smoke was like a fairyland .

Ling Junwu broke into his brother's room recklessly and saw a picture of a beauty bathing, but he was worried that he would be whipped, so even when he saw this picture, he didn't dare to have any reverie, and he stopped obediently at a place not far away. Fang Fang, sincerely said about his mistakes: "Brother, Jun Wu is stubborn, and the art of imperial things has not been practiced yet, please punish me, brother."

Bending down and lowering his head, he felt uneasy, wishing to lose a few whips for being so obedient, secretly raised his eyes, and found that his brother was not wearing a veil, but unfortunately his back was turned to him, and he could almost see it that face.

"Really?" The person sitting in the pool asked nonchalantly, and then said again after a while, "Since you haven't practiced well, why don't you go back to practice!"

He suddenly raised his head and looked at his brother whose back was facing him in surprise, his breathing became disordered: "Yes, I will definitely practice hard and never let my brother down." He quickly exited the room, secretly happy in his heart, could it be that his brother is in a good mood?He didn't expect to let him go so easily, his brother's weak appearance yesterday suddenly flashed in his mind, and a strange thought suddenly popped up in his heart.