She raised the wrong cub

Chapter 12 He's a Male

If the boss likes this woman, he can accept it directly, instead of being innocent and innocent like a child.

Although he has never heard of the fact that the boss had a woman, there is no record of the furnace.
Guagua couldn't help but glance at a certain part of Huarong with his curious eyes.

The soul king's body is "mind", there is no distinction between male and female.

But he has maintained a male body for thousands of years, and he should have chosen to be a male on the day he became an adult.

Well, some places should belong to men too, right?
Can it be used?
The frog fell into the gossip occupational disease and wanted to find out.

But under Hua Rong's fluttering gaze when he woke up, he smirked and pretended to be a fool, and played a "stupid quack" very realistically.

In order to forcibly divert his attention, he even turned his head and played a ditty, which made Zhou Ling laugh out loud.

Because Zhou Ling burst out laughing while clutching her stomach, she inadvertently dismissed Hua Rong's idea of ​​turning Quack into an ordinary frog again.

She's so happy, so keep it and play.

Frog: Life is hard!

Zhou Ling watched the daily interesting stories of the cute baby and the frog along the way, and her inner sense of security and warmth was full of abundance.

It's good that she still has monster friends in another world, and a brother from the monster tribe who needs to be taught and raised, she is not alone like a ghost.

The sky was clear and the weather was clear, and it took nearly four months along the way.

The spacious carriage parked unsteadily on the city street.

Beiyuan City

The city was named after Beiyuan, a martial arts sect.

Over the past 10 years, merchants have come and gone, humans and monsters coexist, and there are countless immortals.

Guagua generously contributed spirit stones and found an inn.

Xiao Er was dressed as a young monk. He took a casual look and greeted them with a smirk to check in.

Turning around, I started gossiping with another little girl: "Recently, the inn is almost full of ordinary people!".

"No way, after all, Beiyuan recruits disciples once every 50 years. The last time you didn't come, our inn's firewood room is full!"

Guagua told Zhou Ling about Xiaoer's conversation in his ear, and at the same time popularized the knowledge.

The Beiyuan Sect recruits disciples once every 50 years. Those who are qualified go directly to the Beiyuan outer sect to study hard and practice hard, and slowly squeeze into the inner sect step by step;
Those with ordinary aptitude are mostly accepted by dozens of small branches;

There is another kind, that is, the noble children who come from a big family, have wealth and wealth, and have high aptitude, will usually be accepted by the heads of the Beiyuan Twelve Palaces as closed disciples.

Zhou Ling thought in her heart that she was a foreigner, so she didn't know if she had the physique of cultivation.

But I heard from Guagua that for an ordinary person like her to cultivate truth, even if she doesn't have much cultivation.But the life span can also be extended by 200 years.

Thinking about it this way, it's much better than ordinary humans!
If you are lucky and meet the right opportunity, maybe you can get rid of the mortal body and achieve a congenital body?
From then on, he embarked on the road of cultivating immortals.

Because of the worry and uneasiness about the future, Zhou Ling tossed and turned all night, and did not fall asleep until the middle of the moon.

Keep your eyes open and look at the ancient curtains and count the sheep

Hua Rong's small body was sleeping on the inner side of the bed, not a little bit confused after waking up, and said coldly: "Are you worried?"

Zhou Ling heard that her younger brother's voice was not nasal, so she probably didn't sleep, so she simply turned around, blinked her big twinkling eyes, and said in the dim candlelight:
"I'm just worried about what to do if I can't even enter the most common sect. I don't want to be a human being who can only live for a few decades, I"

I still want to go home.

Zhou Ling couldn't say this sentence. This was her final bottom line, and she couldn't even say it to her brother who was so close.

Huarong stretched out his hand, smoothed Zhou Ling's frown, and said in a cool voice:
"it is good"

A soft index finger gently pressed Zhou Ling's eyebrows.

In an instant, a wisp of snowflake-like mist dispersed silently, then spun and gathered, and quickly entered Zhou Ling's eyebrows.

"Well, I'm so sleepy all of a sudden, Xiao Rong, go to sleep."

Zhou Ling felt cool and tired all over, as if lying on a thick duvet, and fell into a deep sleep.

Hua Rong looked at the woman in the dim light, her smiling eyes were closed at the moment, the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, and the tip of her small nose exuded a burning sweet scent.

not long

Hua Rong's body dissipated like mist, and there were countless long black silk threads thinner than silk in the bed, like ink painting smeared on the white background.

Immediately afterwards, the dense silk threads continued to rearrange like a twisted net, and it could be vaguely seen that the net was slowly integrated into a tall figure.

moonlight shining in front of the window
On the bed was a man in a white robe, whose face could not be seen clearly. He had long legs and broad shoulders. He embraced the petite woman in front of him with one hand, buried his head in her neck, and gently sucked her. a mouthful.

A certain demon who just came back from the dark night: Blind my frog eyes!

　Hua Rong: It's better to be a child, let Zhou Ling hold her
　　Zhou Ling: Then you can always be a child, I am very happy.

　　Hua Rong: You don't love me anymore
　　Zhou Ling: .
　　
　
(End of this chapter)