Pregnant with the cub of Mozun's ex-boyfriend

"All kinds of men are attracted to me. Today I saw it and stirred up my interest. What about when I don't see it?"

"Have you teased enough?" Ling Qian didn't act with others, but looked into Zong Zhou's scarlet eyes, and said coldly, "Your Majesty, if you don't like it, kill me. I'm not something you can play with just because you're kind. people."

Zong Zhou was taken aback by saying this.

Seeing that Zong Zhou had finally calmed down, Ling Qian immediately pulled out the man's messy hand under the quilt, and shook it away angrily.

"You come to seek revenge during the day, and seek pleasure at night, Zong Zhou, I can see clearly that you are strong." Ling Qian closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, bent one leg, trying to avoid the position where her legs were separated by the other party.

He had to admit: "The present is different from the past. It is not the time when I am equal to your strength. I am not your opponent. If you still care about the support from the past, can you wait for my spiritual power to recover before you..."

"Do you want to fight to the death with you again?" Zong Zhou smiled, and this handsome smile fell into Ling Qian's eyes, as if mocking, "I don't know what's wrong with your body, but if you want to compete with me, just use these medicines Fragrance pills are not enough."

"..."

Ling Qian closed her eyes tightly, for a moment she really didn't want to look at this man's face again.

Suddenly the body lightened.

Turn around.

He was picked up by Zongzhou.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was already sitting on Zong Zhou.

Zong Zhou was seen lying on his back, firmly grasping his hip bone with one hand, and picking up the knot of his outer robe with one finger.

Regardless of his embarrassment and his uneasy sitting, he deliberately shook his body.

Ling Qian didn't know whether she was startled or ashamed for a moment, she just opened her mouth slightly.

After a while, he regained his senses and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you going to do?"

Zong Zhou was confident and confident, and said: "You only know how to recover your spiritual power in the orthodox way, and you only know how to take medicine. My devil way has its own way of not suffering and being happy."

happy way.

Even if Zong Zhou doesn't make it clear, Ling Qian's vision is not shallow. Although he has never tried it in his memory, he still knows what "double cultivation" is.

But as the head disciple of a famous sect in the immortal way, how could he use such an obscene method.

I just quickly pushed Zong Zhou's hand away, and said anxiously: "I heard that there are many bad rumors about me in the outside world, but I have always relied on myself in my cultivation, and I am not the kind of casual person."

"It's not casual, how can you invite me to have a private conversation without even wearing pants?" Zong Zhou had already lifted his belt, covered his heart with one hand, and said jokingly, "If you don't like lying down, sit up I don't like it either, and it's not the first time, so it's possible, you just don't 'casual' with me."

"Zongzhou!" Ling Qian was so angry that her chest was tight, and she couldn't catch her breath, her eyes suddenly darkened.

Zong Zhou didn't seem to notice, he was still cynical: "Say, I'm listening."

"I don't like your red eyes now. Really, I don't like them very much, like, like..." Ling Qian's voice was intermittent, and gradually, even her own voice could not be heard clearly.

The touch is clear.

He could feel a warm hand protecting the back of his neck and another hand protecting his waist, making him feel like falling into a sea of ​​clouds when he fell.

The question in the ear was very tender: "Xiao Qian, what do you think I look like?"

"I said..." Ling Qian's voice was already a gentle dream, "You don't seem to love me, you are just a beast venting your desires."

"A beast?" Zong Zhou's lips were lightly pressed against Ling Qian's, and the words sounded like a sigh, "The beast can make you comfortable."

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"No, no!"

Ling Qian woke up like a nightmare, and when she opened her eyes, the sun had already filled the quilt.

His breathing fluctuated violently, and he quickly glanced at his side.

It turned out to be empty.

"Could it be another dream?" Ling Qian lifted the quilt.

I saw that I was neatly dressed in middle clothes, and there was no trace of being entangled with others.

He still remembered the fact that he was so weak that it was difficult to walk, but when he got up and landed on his feet, he felt no discomfort except for the cold ground.

At this moment, his body is full of spiritual power, although it is still pouring into his belly, but it will not be swallowed up in an instant.

"Could it be that I really double-cultivated with him?"

I have fallen.

Ling Qian had a severe headache, which couldn't be relieved no matter how much she pressed her temples.

Whenever he thinks of Zongzhou's phrase "it's not the first time", he gets so angry that his heart hurts, and he is afraid that if he thinks of Zongzhou one more time, he will be so angry that he vomits blood.

He hurried to the censer, wishing he could pour a box of medicinal incense for invigorating blood circulation into the censer.

He muttered: "It's fine for others to spread rumors, you don't believe me, you don't believe me, and you still do this kind of thing to me."

Ling Qian was pouring incense angrily, while anxiously lighting the fire.

The incense powder was scattered all over the place, but when the fire was ignited, the room was filled with white smoke, which made him cough violently.

For some reason, the abdominal pain he suffered from yesterday's battle with Zongzhou reappeared, and it was faintly intensifying.

Fortunately, Tan Le broke into the house at this time and pushed open all the doors and windows to disperse the smoke.

Tan Le saw him sitting on the couch by the window, his eyes were red, his nose was red, and he was pressing his belly tightly with one hand.

So he trotted to him quickly, took his hand to check his pulse.

Ling Qian was afraid that the doctor would be able to diagnose everything. If he was found to have spent a night with Zong Zhou, wouldn't he be a bad person in the future.

I had no choice but to hide my hands deeper and deeper into my sleeves.

"Senior brother, are you still mad at me for being rude last night?" Tan Le knelt down suddenly while talking, "If senior brother doesn't forgive me, I would like to die to apologize."

Seeing that this man really dared to die, Ling Qian quickly grabbed Tan Le's arm, and when she pushed it away, there was only a sigh.

"Brother, with this spiritual power, you couldn't have been with that devil last night..." Tan Le's face was cramped.

"I'm actually not sure what happened last night." Ling Qian folded her legs and curled up on the soft couch.

Tan Le walked to the edge of the couch on his knees, put his hands on the edge of the couch, and persuaded in a warm voice: "Then we can't think of the worst, maybe, he just managed to transfer some spiritual power to you, if that happened, you get up Afterwards, there will always be some discomfort.”

"Really?" Ling Qian relaxed her stiff body, looked at Tan Le hopefully, and said, "I don't understand what kind of discomfort it is, but you are a medical practitioner, so you should know better than me."

This question made the person in front of him blush.

Ling Qian treated Tan Le like her relatives, and she always spoke directly and directly, so she naturally didn't think there was anything wrong with her blushing.

Then asked: "Will it be like my stomach pain now?"

"Yes, there are such things." Tan Le was still blushing, but at this moment his complexion suddenly turned pale, "Is the brother in pain?"

Ling Qian nodded, and pressed her stomach harder, "I was fine when I got up, my spiritual power recovered, and I felt comfortable all over. It was after lighting the incense you sent last night that the pain was severe, and I felt Belly drops."

"That's the problem of incense, it should have nothing to do with last night." Tan Le breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that the words were out of the way, Ling Qian didn't hide anything from Tan Le, and when the other party wanted to check the pulse again, he passed her hand over.

He watched Tan Le's face change several times, and his heart was also up and down.

"Don't be so sullen." Ling Qian was not afraid of death, and said calmly, "My spiritual power is weak, and I suspected that I was insane before I left the customs."

But seeing Tan Le's strange appearance, he said: "Brother, you really don't know how you feel after getting well?"

"Is it strange?" Ling Qian felt that Tan Le's words were strange, as if he was pretending to seek medical treatment ignorantly.

"No, yes, I don't know what to say," Tan Le got up in a hurry, not knowing where to wipe the sweat on his hands, suddenly turned and walked towards the censer, and said to himself, "I have to throw this censer away quickly." go out."

Ling Qian wanted to catch up, but the pain was so severe that she gasped as soon as she got up, and fell back on the couch.

He had never seen Tan Le so at a loss before, only thinking that the more powerful the doctor, the more likely it is...

"Did you diagnose a dying disease?"

Tan Le didn't say another word this day, only sent a bowl of decoction after disappearing for a while, put down the decoction and ran away without a trace.

This medicine is very bitter and has a rusty smell.

Ling Qian pinched her nose and finished drinking, the abdominal pain was relieved after all.

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When we met again, it was already the next day when Ling Qian went to repair the mountain protection array again.

Tan Le suddenly appeared, involuntarily snatched a plate of cinnabar in his hand, and his serious appearance became that of his elders.

"Brother, can't you stay idle like this, can't you just lie down and recuperate for two days?"

Ling Qian looked helpless, and said: "The spiritual power I recovered came from Zongzhou. Of course, I have to restore the formation as soon as possible while the spiritual power is still there. This is also for the Taiyi Sect."

"It's the devil's duty to give you spiritual power. Shouldn't he be responsible for this?"

What Tan Le said made Ling Qian feel inexplicable.

"Who said he should be responsible?" Ling Qian never thought of using Zongzhou to protect the sect, which is related to how the Taiyi sect will gain a foothold in the righteous way in the future.

Seeing Tan Le's shocked expression, he almost dropped the cinnabar, and whispered: "It's not his, so the rumors outside are true."

"What's real or not?" Ling Qian was most troubled by such riddles.

"Is it really Master's?" Tan Le blushed with trembling hands, stared straight at Ling Qian, and asked, "Brother, do you like the devil or Master?"

Ling Qian just pretended to be Tan Le and was talking nonsense, which shows how terrible the rumors are.

He didn't want to get entangled in such love entanglements anymore, he just waved his hands and explained patiently: "Master does not come back for a day, and the master's family is not stable for a day. I will not have any relationship with Zongzhou."

He also heard Tan Le asked: "Does brother like Master?"

"Don't you like Master?" Ling Qian smiled helplessly.

He was trying to explain that there are many kinds of "likes", and his "likes" are respect and gratitude to those who taught him since he was a child.

Suddenly a message interrupted his words.

Ling Qian signaled Tan Le to wait a moment, and opened the letterhead first.

For a moment, his brows gradually furrowed.

"Has something bad happened again?" Tan Le said.

Ling Qian shook her head, handed the letter into Tan Le's hand, and sighed: "I don't know why he came, but it can't be worse than going to the door to collect debts."

After reading the letter, Tan Le looked displeased, and said: "This Xie Siyuan doesn't want to stay in Xianmeng to enjoy the blessings. It must be a bad thing to come here. I hate this person the most."

"No matter how you look at it, you hate everyone." Ling Qian smiled, stretched out her hand and tapped Tan Le's forehead, "He's here, isn't Zong Zhou the person you hate the most?"

"This is different. The devil sees everyone as a rival in love, with a smoky atmosphere, like a living Hades."

Tan Le tugged at Ling Qian's arm, with a good-natured expression, and said, "Xie Siyuan is the Young Master of the Immortal League who proposed marriage to you, if you provoke him again, wouldn't you be covered with dog-skin plaster again and offend him?" Live Hades."

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The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Xia Shiling;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Xia Shiling 18 bottles;

Thank you very much little angel for your encouragement and support, I will definitely try my best to update