Qingqing left the house with great concern.

She had a lot of things to think about tonight, and what should she say when Li Baoguo comes to serve his loyalty tomorrow? She must have some advice with her senior brother, but Qingqing is a good child.

She knew that her senior brother and sister had not seen each other for many days, so she still had to leave time for the newlywed couple.

But in fact, the things in the room afterwards were not as close as Qingqing thought.

The celestial phenomena in the Central Plains have changed, causing sudden snow to fall. Yaoqin was unwell in the past or two days, and Chen Qiu was not the one who burned the zither and boiled the crane.

"I'm really useless."

Turn off the lights and on the bed, Yaoqin lay in Shen Qiu's arms, and she whispered:

"My husband came here and should have served with sincerity, but his body was covered with coldness. My husband didn't want to marry a concubine..."

"Why are you talking about this again?"

Chen Qiu chuckled, he pillowed on the pillow, reached out to hold Yaoqin's smooth shoulders, and closed his eyes and said:

"In your heart, you are the one who is greedy and lustful? If you don't bother a few times at night, can't you fall asleep? Don't think too much, we will spend a long time together in the future, and we don't care about this and two nights.

But, when you talk about this concubine again, have you heard something?"

"yes."

Yaoqin didn't hide it. She supported herself and reached out to touch her husband's broken hair. She said softly:

"I, like Qingqing, I am very concerned about the affairs of Zhongshan Wulong Villa.

From Uncle Tugou, he was also a good source of information. Others said that the Xiaoxiang female hero Lin Huiyin was not afraid of the coercion of the demon, pretending to follow him, but he did assassination.

But he was not lucky and was noticed by the demon Chen Qiu and failed.

They all said that.”

Yaoqin chuckled, and she kissed Shen Qiu gently on the forehead and said:

"But I don't think so. The heroine Huiyin really wanted to leave with her husband at that time, right?"

"ah"

Chen Qiu didn't answer, but he pinched a punch on Yaoqin's chest, causing the woman in Jiangnan to let out a soft cry, fell on his chest, and was fixed by Chen Qiu with his arms.

He said:

"You little girl is smart, and you can't hide anything from you.

Indeed, Lin Huiyin wanted to leave with me at that time. When she saw that I was slandered by a traitor, she was angry and accidentally injured her. She did not expect this incident at that time.

I originally planned it, and I told Zhang Lan and the others that I could leave easily and there was no need to make such a big fuss, but I also have feelings and righteousness.

"Shh."

Yaoqin lay on Shen Qiu's body, stretched out her fingers, and placed them beside Shen Qiu's mouth.

In the darkness, the long hair of this gentle woman dropped down and hit Shen Qiu's neck and cheek. She said warmly:

"I know what my husband is going to say next, and I apologize to me. Because my husband was moved by other women, I felt sorry for me.

Husband, I really don’t know how you developed this idea?

In this world, all men think that three wives and four concubines are normal. Even if a man is infatuated, he will take the initiative in taking concubines.

Few people will take the initiative to discuss this with their wives. Those men make a decision and at most they will inform their wives in advance.

My husband is a weird guy.”

Yaoqin covered her mouth and chuckled. She closed her eyes and placed her ears on Shen Qiu's broad chest. Listening to her husband's strong and powerful heartbeat, she said:

"Husband is not a concubine...

I just feel moved and feel that I am unfair to me, so I have to apologize to me, for fear that I will leave my body and mind. My husband's attitude makes me very happy.

In the past, Qingqing told me that my husband would always teach her some strange things.

What are men and women equals, and what are independent personality? I still don’t understand why my husband has such a rebellious idea.

Now, I don’t really understand it very much, but I know that if I can marry my husband and be treated so carefully, I am one of the few happy women in the world.”

She said to Chen Qiu:

"My husband is a hero in the world. A true man is naturally favored by good women. Even without Lin Huiyin, there will be other women.

Does your husband apologize to me every time you meet one?

Life is not like this between husband and wife.

In the future, you don’t have to tell me about these things. Don’t say that women treat each other with love for a long time. Even if your husband intends to take a concubine, you will not stop me.

The heroine Lin Huiyin loves my husband so much, and I am very curious about her. I really want to see her."

In the darkness, Yaoqin finished speaking, but Chen Qiu didn't answer.

The couple was just like the posture of going up and down, lying in the center of the bed, quietly surrounding it, Chen Qiuyun raised his true energy, making his body temperature slightly higher, just like a human-shaped baby warming, making his wife more comfortable.

He reached out to stroke Yaoqin's long hair, very gentle, as if he was stroking a cat.

Soon, Yaoqin's breathing became longer and she hugged Chen Qiu, her face covered by long hair was full of peace, and she fell asleep with the company of the closest person.

After sensing his wife's sleep, Chen Qiu breathed a sigh of relief. He put his other arm on his palm and held the sword jade in his palm.

He looked at the dark night in front of him and looked directly at it.

After a few breaths, Chen Qiu breathed a sigh of relief.

Close your eyes and escape into a dream.

Just like falling into the water from land, when Shen Qiu opened his eyes again, he was already in the dream of sword jade, and the scene in front of him was very different from the past.

The flowing black sand that exists like a wall will have slowly rotated around this dream in a strange way.

Relying on the breathing of immortals taught by Zhang Moye, when Shen Qiu entered this dream, these compressed black sand spiritual energy began to scatter into the dream little by little, constantly increasing the time flow rate of the dream and the outside world.

With the support of this spiritual energy dissipation, the internal and external time flow rate has reached a level of one to ten.

One night and four hours outside, for Chen Qiu, was a full forty hours and eighty hours, for him to use.

Time suddenly became more abundant.

I was so happy that I didn’t know how to use it at the beginning of Chen Qiu.

Another advantage of being able to mobilize the black sand spiritual energy is that those phantoms that were originally just temporarily stored can also be recharged through the spiritual energy.

In other words, as long as there is enough spiritual energy, Chen Qiu no longer needs to take away a person's life to obtain a permanent phantom. As for how many black sand spiritual energy there is in the sword jade.

It is difficult for Chen Qiu to give a specific evaluation, but according to the amount he consumes every night, there is no sign of the reduction of black sand with the naked eye.

"Zhang Moye, how many people have you killed in the past ten years?"

Although I have seen the scene of black sand flowing many times, Chen Qiu can't help but think of this problem every time I see this spiritual energy compressed like a sea of ​​sand.

The leader of the Demon Sect was indeed full of blood and bones in his hands.

Of course, Chen Qiu also knew that it was impossible to accumulate so much spiritual energy by killing people alone. The reason why Zhang Moye could leave such a huge amount of spiritual energy in the sword jade.

Datou should be the thousand-year-old ghosts he killed in Kunlun.

In the last few years when Zhang Moye held the sword jade, he should have been fighting against those old Kunlun ghosts.

Now, it's time to sink into autumn.

"Clang"

Chen Qiu took a step forward and kicked the rotating black sand spiritual energy, as if he had kicked the sea of ​​sand. As the black sand surged, a weak and unique spirit body was thrown out.

The guy was wearing a white Taoist robe, which looked like the standard Penglai Taoist robe like Donglingjun, with his hair loose and his body like those phantoms bound by sword jade.

It feels faint and ethereal.

But compared with other phantoms, this guy has his own thinking and maintains the integrity of his soul.

Soul!

This is a noun that Chen Qiu heard from Zhang Moye.

It is specifically used to describe this form of a special soul between life and death.

The soul that was thrown out was still a little confused and looked weak. After being thrown out, it tried to get up.

"Swish"

The cold shaking sword pressed against the neck of the spirit body. The fierce aura of the fierce sword swayed, making the spirit body tremble.

"Is it the Penglai people who hid you in the tiger sword gun?"

Chen Qiu looked at the weak spirit in front of him with a unique look, and his eyes were full of scrutiny.

He asked:

"Who is your last name?"

"A bold mortal, I won't bow down to see the immortal!"

It can be seen that this soul is very scared, and the shrinkage in his eyes cannot be hidden from Chen Qiu, but he still tried hard to straighten his body and strive to achieve a sense of "majesty".
To be continued...