From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

Meng Liu raised his eyebrows slightly, and it sounded like he was still looking forward to it.

She slapped him directly.

Ke Fan glared angrily: "What are you doing?"

The movement of the hand passed by.

Correspondingly, that strange yet familiar feeling hit my heart again...

"Hmm..." Ke Fan bit his lip and sighed.

As if he didn't know why he made such a sound, he lowered his eyebrows and did not dare to look at her.

Meng Liu suddenly stopped.

Ke Fan's eyes were filled with anger, as if to say, why don't you continue?

Meng Liu ignored him and slapped him on the right cheek again.

They were all under her control, and Ke Fan couldn't help shouting.

His face looked a little ugly. She didn't know how to laugh at him when she saw him like this.

From now on, he will no longer have any face in front of her.

She will definitely think that he is a duplicitous man.

How did things develop to this point...

Meng Liu looked at his worthless look and doubted himself for a moment. Why didn't Ke Fan feel uncomfortable at all?

She stretched out her hand, and Ke Fan moved his body, trying to avoid the slap.

The next second, his right cheek was red and swollen from her beating.

There was burning pain all over his face and body, but he still felt something else.

Ke Fan is about to cry, why is she so cruel?

How many slaps have I received from her today!

Meng Liu hadn't hit someone like this for a long time. She rubbed her palms, which ached slightly.

Sensing her movement, Ke Fan's eyes flickered: "Stop hitting me, your hands hurt too."

He turned his face sideways, with annoyance on his face. It was clearly him who was being beaten, so why did he feel sorry for her hand? !

Meng Liu pinched him: "Worry about yourself first, okay?"

Troubled thoughts blocked his ability to organize language, and he didn't know what to say to get what he wanted.

Meng Liu sat on his knees and looked at him: "Please beg me."

He bit his lip, restrained what he wanted to blurt out, and forced himself back to his senses. He didn't ask her.

Seeing his unyielding look, Meng Liu touched his cheek: "Does it hurt?"

Ke Fan's eyes were sore, and a huge grievance surged into his heart for a moment, and he really cried this time.

Meng Liu patted him comfortingly, moved his hand and coaxed: "Stop crying, I'm sorry."

Grievance was replaced by other emotions, and at the same time there was an impulse.

Ke Fan's eyes were scarlet, but she still didn't let go.

"Begging me." Meng Liu raised her head high and looked down at him.

At this moment, she was like a high-ranking queen, and he was just an ant at her feet.

Ke Fan closed his eyes and turned his head, not daring to look any further.

His heartbeat was beating like a drum, as if it was about to explode, and his chest was shaking continuously. Only three words came to Ke Fan's mind: He was finished.

Meng Liu raised his eyebrows, so brave?

She let go of everything, and in an instant it all dissipated.

Ke Fan felt empty in her heart. Is she angry?

Forget it, he had been embarrassed in front of her more than once, so it didn't matter if he begged her. After all, he had benefited from it. His forehead was beating, and he could no longer ignore the strange feeling in his heart.

Ke Fan opened his mouth: "Please."

The next second, a feeling he had never felt before hit him, like a lost deer finding its way home.

It shocked him more than anything before.

He was excited, but he didn't have time to open his eyes to see the impossible thing that he had secretly thought about countless times.

Meng Liu frowned and slapped him in the face again: "It's useless."

Ke Fan's face turned red, a little aggrieved and a little unconvinced.

Meng Liu rolled out of bed angrily, never expecting that Ke Fan would only have one second.

All her hard work was in vain. Even if she had enough capital, such a short time would not meet her requirements.

She said nothing more and untied him with a displeased look on her face, even hesitating whether to untie the thing around her neck as well.

In the end, it was because of the gap in cultivation between the two that they didn't mess around.

She was a little in pain. After all, the original owner had never experienced anything like this before, and she had been impulsive just now.

Ke Fan watched her change her clothes and leave the cabin without paying any attention to him.

He bit his finger, confused.

You let her down, right?

He glanced at the marks on his body. Although she hit him, she did so lightly. She definitely didn't mean to hurt herself.

The self-healing ability of monks in the transformation stage is very strong, and they are already in a state of recovery.

At a glance, he saw traces of blood on his abdomen.

He suddenly understood something, and the corners of his mouth grew wider and wider.

It turned out that she, like him, had never known anyone else, and the worries and frustrations she felt in the morning turned into a huge surprise at this moment.

He had never been so happy.

This was the happiest, happiest, happiest day of his life.

After putting on his clothes, Ke Fan went out to look for her and saw Meng Liu meditating under the moonlight, with her eyes closed, already in samadhi.

Ke Fan sat on the threshold with his chin clasped, watching the back of her practicing.

There was nowhere to vent her joy, and she didn't dare to disturb her meditation.

He eagerly waited for her practice to end.

He didn't perform well just now, and he wants to do it again to regain his face.

Meng Liu closed her eyes and circulated her internal energy in her veins. She had not practiced since she was promoted to Nascent Soul. Unlike Ke Fan, she was promoted through serious cultivation.

She had not even fought with the monk's methods. In order to prepare for the secret realm ten days later, she had to become familiar with her power as soon as possible.

Ke Fan's heart felt like it was cooking in hot oil. He blamed himself for not being able to hold it back then, and he looked forward to the next time.

He rehearsed the script he had read countless times in his mind. Next time he must let her know how good he is.

As she stayed in trance for longer and longer, Ke Fan's heart dropped more and more, as if there was a big hole in his chest, and the cold wind was pouring in.

It's not like she doesn't want to deal with him anymore because of her poor performance.

How can that work? If she didn't have herself, who would she go to? Chen Hong?

No, no, absolutely not.

His chest was beating violently in anxiety, but he didn't dare to disturb her, so he could only stare at her silently.

Meng Liu, who was in trance, seemed to be trapped in an extremely mysterious space.

If she hadn't noticed fluctuations in her barrier, she wouldn't have stopped.

The person who came this time was Yue Xiu.

He saw Ke Fan sitting on the threshold and had no reaction.

"Senior sister, I have some questions about cultivation that I want to ask you. Master has been busy dealing with sect matters these days and has no time to teach me."

Meng Liu looked him up and down. In the memory of the original owner, of the three brothers, she had the best relationship with Yue Xiu.

Yue Xiu is a timid person who doesn't talk much. Occasionally, he does come to ask her some questions about cultivation.

Ke Fan has been passed by her, so Yue Xiu looks pretty good this month.

Although his appearance is not as good as Ke Fan's, his bullying temperament is much more pleasing to the eye than Ke Fan's domineering temperament.

Meng Liu responded with a smile: "Of course."

Ke Fan watched helplessly as the two heads came closer, discussing something in a low voice, and could no longer sit still.

He strode over and frowned when he saw the two people's hands intertwined.

"What are you doing?!" He separated the two of them from the middle and scolded with a straight face: "Yue Xiu, don't you know the difference between men and women? If you don't understand anything, just ask me. Don't bother your senior sister."