spness of the apple pressed against her arm, she smiled and said: "My husband doesn't look old at all, but has a unique attractiveness that makes Yinger unable to bear it every time. live."

Shen Ping laughed dumbfounded, pinched Bai Yuying's face, "You have a sweet mouth, and I will reward you with a bowl of white porridge tonight."

Bai Yuying shook her head hastily, "Yinger doesn't want it, the white porridge made by my husband is not as good as sister Yuner's, and it has a special taste every time."

Luo Qing said suddenly at this time: "I also feel that my husband is more and more different."

Wang Yun came over with the last plate of dishes, sat beside Shen Ping, and said softly, "My husband, so does the concubine."

Shen Ping looked at Yu Yan, Mu Jin, Yin Honglian, and Qiu Ying.

They nodded one after another.

"It seems that you all have feelings!"

Shen Ping couldn't help thinking for a while.

He himself didn't notice much, but his wives and concubines, as his closest people, accompanied him day and night, and could feel the changes the most.

"Husband."

"A high-level artist will have a unique temperament."

Yu Yan said aloud.

Bai Yuying also hurriedly said: "Sister Yu Yan is right. The higher the rank of the monk, the more unpredictable it looks. Husband, don't think too much."

Shen Ping smiled, and embraced Wang Yun and Bai Yuying's waists from left to right, "It's a good thing for a husband to have a unique attraction, so that you can be addicted to it."

The next two months.

The days are still boring, repetitive and boring.

The only difference is that his unique attractiveness is getting stronger and stronger, even Pei Huoyu couldn't help but mention it.

"Senior Pei."

"Could it be because of the blood of the blue strange beast?"

Shen Ping had to pay attention.

Pei Huoyu shook his head, "There are quite a few members who have absorbed the blood of the blue strange beast, but none like you, but this unique temperament is just a vague feeling, such as the core members of the Moon Lotus Sect have this kind of temperament .”

Shen Ping suddenly murmured in his heart, and wondered to himself, could it be that he has read and reviewed "The View of the Door" more times recently?

I only heard Pei Huoyu say again: "Cultivators with too strong spiritual sense will do the same."

Shen Ping was taken aback.

His spiritual consciousness has already reached the late stage of Jindan. If it were another monk, it would be difficult for his body to withstand the pressure of his spiritual consciousness, which is far beyond his own cultivation level, but his physique has transformed into a diamond body, and he can easily bear it.

"Maybe."

He had a guess in his heart, and then looked at Pei Huoyu's light armor curve, and said in a low voice: "Senior Pei, in three more months, it will be the next list reward, and I have already thought about the type of dress."

Pei Huoyu's expression was calm.

Shen Ping said again: "Before Senior Pei changes his clothes, can I take a look at Senior Pei's body..."

Pei Huoyu's eyes fixed on Shen Ping.

"Can."

Shen Ping was overjoyed, but on the surface he continued calmly: "Then can we get closer?"

"How close do you want to be?"

"The kind that is close at hand."

Seeing that Pei Huoyu remained silent.

Shen Ping quickly said: "Didn't Senior Pei say that the flesh and skin are all the illusion of my generation of monks, and I also want to get rid of this illusion as soon as possible."

"Can!"

"If the fleshy skin can be touched, I believe it will be more helpful to get rid of it."

Pei Huoyu snorted, turned around and walked towards the quiet room, "Don't push yourself too hard!"

Looking at the perfect curve of the light armor, Shen Ping couldn't help thinking to himself, Zhenren Pei still hasn't really transcended the skin of the flesh.

..

Late at night.

In Qiuying's wing.

The crystal lights are hazy and surrounded by layers of water vapor.

Edge of bed.

The two figures are at the limit of Taoist fighting.

"Husband, go back quickly."

"The concubine is about to use the rushing technique!"

Hear Qiu Zhenren's eager cry.

Just as Shen Ping was about to retreat, the blood all over his body suddenly boiled, and a strange beast pattern faintly condensed in front of his chest, and the moment the pattern disappeared in a flash.

His Niwan Palace was shocked.

ps: 8,000 changes per day for three consecutive days, and the two shifts for the Ching Ming Festival leave.

I don’t understand those people who say that it’s worth every day, but at the same time they think it’s too expensive. They used to say that the author is short, but now every 8,000 changes, they start to think it’s too long...