Quickly pass through, Queen: God, don't make trouble

Chapter 65 I'm jealous!

There was a slender and weak hand holding hers tightly.

Fingertips touch the soft and smooth skin.

Su Che wrapped the quilt tightly around the two of them so that no wind could pass through.

The body temperature of the two gradually increased.

Su Che's cheeks were already flushed.

The faint fragrance of her body lingers everywhere.

His hand held hers tightly, feeling distressed and scared, hoping that she would wake up soon.

When her slightly warm fingertips touched his back, his whole body trembled.

Almost sat up suddenly.

But if he sat up, the cold air would fill the surroundings again.

He restrained himself.

His body was stiff and his hands were sweaty.

At some point, he gradually fell asleep.

No worries, no grief, just the two of them in the dream.

The two of them smiled happily.

Xia Mo woke up and suddenly opened her eyes.

Looking at the teenager beside him.

The inexplicable softness in my heart became a pool of spring water.

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly.

There was a look of drowsiness, but before he could react, the people around him woke up.

They just interlocked their fingers, hoping that Xia Mo would wake up soon.

He didn't want his sister to die for him.

Xia Mo smiled softly.

He was taken aback, and looked up at Xia Mo.

After reacting, he immediately buried himself under the quilt with only a small gap, where he could see those clear eyes.

He stammered, "Sister, I'm not."

At this time he thought he had ten mouths and couldn't explain it clearly.

A typical rhythm that can't be washed away even if you jump into the Yellow River.

Xia Mo felt a desire to tease this little thing.

Unexpectedly, he stood up quickly and changed his clothes at lightning speed.

Xia Mo:"."

Can I say dumbfounded? ? ?
Holding Xia Mo's fingertips: "Sister, stop making trouble. I... I remembered. I have to deal with some things, I have to go..."

He ran out the door.

In the end, he ran back again, and said with a straight face: "Sister, give me all your bronze mirrors."

"Huh? Why?"

"I am useful, I will give my sister a better-looking bronze mirror in the future, please."

His voice has a coquettish tone.

Xia Mo didn't hesitate, and directly gave him all the bronze mirrors.

He ran out as fast as he could, but he didn't see the threshold and threw himself on the ground. The mirror was not broken yet. He picked up the mirror without slowing down and disappeared.

"So cute."

Xia Mo watched behind him until he was no longer seen.

Su Che returned to his Qi Dian with a bunch of bronze mirrors in his arms.

Put them all on the bed, and counted 30 bronze mirrors.

Su Che: ".
What's the difference between this and looking at that kind of thing, there are so many sides!

Ahhhhhhhhhh!So angry!snort!
Thinking of this, he really wanted to smash these mirrors into pieces, but they were as hard as stones, they just couldn't be broken.

Just don't fall.

It's futile anyway.

He threw it on the ground and fell asleep angrily.

He has consumed too much spiritual power recently, even though Shangshen doesn't need to sleep, he still needs to take a little rest.

There is indeed a lot of spiritual power at the Nascent Soul level, but his body cannot be overused, otherwise he will die suddenly.

The spiritual power swells and cannot be released.

So whenever he used a certain level of spiritual power, his face would be pale and his body would be weak.

After all, his body couldn't bear this powerful spiritual power now.

Once spiritual power is used in cultivation, it is very easy to go astray if it is used in the wrong way.

He had a dream, a dream that cannot be described in words.

Is it good, or is it a nightmare?

In the dream he can do whatever he wants.

(End of this chapter)