I refuse this box lunch

The chest next to the ears vibrated slightly, and let out a deep and sweet laugh.

Even though Fuhe's face was already thick and self-aware, he was almost getting hot from the man's laughter.

The fingers hooked on the back of Wu Luan's neck were wrapped around a strand of soft hair, and while he kept circling, he raised his face, raised his delicate eyebrows slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth, in a deliberate provocation. look,

"Why, not today?"

He hid his red ears, and spoke half-revealed words from his red lips, and it took a little effort not to move away from his resolute gaze.

It is right that the momentum cannot be lost.

As expected, Wu Luan was attracted by these words. The Demon Emperor, who was always cold-hearted and indifferent to the outside world, held Fuhe tightly, his expression did not change much, but in the blink of an eye, Fuhe changed his posture, All over the place, lying on his back on a wide and soft bed.

The top of the Luo bed is covered with layers of red curtains, and the body is covered with fine and fragrant soft down, full of festive treasures.

Again, it doesn't seem like it can be prepared overnight.

Fuhe looked around and raised his eyebrows curiously.

He didn't let go of the man, but boldly pulled the devil emperor's hair and pulled him closer.

In this way, Wu Luan obediently covered his entire body on top of Fuhe.

The high bridge of the nose rubbed against the upturned tip of the nose, Fuhe deliberately turned his face away with a smirk, and staggered away from the man's lips.

As for the enchantress, it is natural to have the face of the enchantress.

And the next moment, a warm hand gently brushed over Fu He's head, and Wu Luan's words answered his last question, "It's not impossible."

Fu He raised his eyes, his face was full of innocent doubts, and with that face of disastrous to the country and the people, even the gods and Buddhas in the sky would be moved by it, "What is that?"

Wu Luan in front of him disappeared like smoke, leaving behind a sentence: "Wait a moment, I will plant a spiritual spring."

Fuhe immediately raised his feet on the bed, and rolled unconsciously on the exaggeratedly large bed, his palms twitched, and he touched something, and when he grabbed it, he pulled a large group of precious and rare objects.

A cursory look shows that among them, the jade slips of secret techniques and the magical weapons of Dan Fu are all priceless.

He raised his hand, looked back at the man who had quickly recovered the Lingquan and asked with a smile, "Are these also betrothal gifts?"

Wu Luan nodded: "There is always someone you like."

Fuhe dropped the things, as if asking casually: "Are they all prepared for your destined Taoist companion?"

He admitted that he was a little tricky today, and I'm afraid it would spoil the atmosphere.

But seeing that Wu Luan didn't say a word, he scooped up Fuhe and put it into the smoldering spiritual spring in an instant.

The moment he entered the water, Fuhe's meridians all over his body seemed to be soaked in warm spring water, and the fine and flexible tentacles penetrated into every hidden wound in the bones, constantly filling up the internal deficit in his dantian, so comfortable that he almost couldn't hold back a comfortable sigh.

The Spiritual Spring for Washing the Marrow really deserves its reputation.

I also know that this pool has been repaired a long time ago.There are bamboo forests in front and rocks in the back, and every plant and tree are used to protect the formation. It is obvious that a lot of delicate thoughts have been spent.

I saw Wu Luan squatting on the edge of the Lingquan, sticking out two slender knuckles, dipping into the pool to test the water temperature, the ripples spread, and the surrounding white smoke became more dense, gradually blurring his vision.

"Your body needs to be repaired."

Fuhe paused for a moment, turned his mind a few times, and finally calmed down, obediently removed all the clothes on his body, and began to wander shirtless in the spiritual spring.

All these thoughts were spent on himself after all.

Eat your own vinegar?

He is free.

The place is big, and it is not difficult to swim.When it comes to swimming, Fowler considers himself a good player.

The white mist produced by the spiritual energy by the pool was so thick that it could form water droplets. Someone moved on the swaying water surface, and then disappeared.

Suddenly, a pinkish-white hand floated on the surface of the pool, suddenly picked up a string of water droplets, pointed at the figure of the man on the bank and flung it towards him.

Wu Luan didn't dodge, and wet most of his sleeves.

Fuhe just finished his bad deeds, and his body slowly floated up. His naked back was covered with hair like water plants, and only a pair of wet eyes were exposed on the water surface, staring up at the man who looked over silently. , "It's all wet, don't you want to be together?"

Didn't you lick it before, but now you're reserved again?

At the same time, he couldn't help thinking to himself: Lao Tzu is really a talent for being a goblin.

When Wu Luan heard this, something seemed to flash in his eyes, and then he started to move, taking off his jet-black robe slowly.

Fuhe didn't blink his eyes, propped his head on his elbows resting on the shore, and admired the beauty of heaven and earth with a smile.

There was the sound of rushing water, and the smoke filled the air. Both of them were naked, and the distance between them was only one foot away.

If there is no ambiguous atmosphere, it is absolutely impossible.

Fuhe flicked the water with his arm again, turned his eyes around the fingers he kept fiddling with, and said casually: "On the wedding night, just soak in the pool for one night. Although my body is not healthy, it is not so fragile. How dilapidated it is, if it really needs to be repaired, it will take a lot of time even if it uses the marrow washing spiritual spring."

Lingquan is warm in nature, soaking in it for 80 years can even improve one's cultivation base by a little bit, the effect of this time is probably limited.

A spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, Fuhe was afraid that Wu Luan would not understand this truth.

But no man would understand this kind of thing.

Even an idiot can learn without a teacher.

The moment the fingers touched each other's skin, the surrounding temperature seemed to rise.

Fuhe was firmly held by the waist and shoulder blades by a pair of powerful palms, and the water flowed through every inch of skin. With these hands blocking it, it not only avoided slipping and choking the water, but also made it easier for the opponent to pick at will.

The essence of the Lingquan was finally stimulated under certain conditions, and Fuhe finally understood that this person not only warms his hands, but also his body.

It was so hot that he wanted to scream several times.

But he had no choice but to continue to turn his voice into the lingering intercourse.

It was an underestimate.

Wu Luan finally proved with his actions whether he could do it or not.

Beautiful night.

If Lingquan had eyes, he would be ashamed to death.

Fortunately, although it is a fountain, it is a dead thing without wisdom.

Fuhe woke up neatly from the cloud-like cot, but he didn't feel too much discomfort, but a surprising discovery made him slowly open his eyes wide——

In just one night, he rose from the half-step Nascent Soul to the False God Realm! ?

He stared brightly at the man outside the tent who was making soup with his hands.

I sighed in my heart: This is the spring of Lingquan.

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Small transition, don't lock T^T