Monster God is super sticky

Chapter 153 Ten Thousand Years of Cultivation
Hua Ruoqing didn't seem to realize this, she looked a little silly.

"What's wrong?"

Qian Moli helplessly supported her forehead, "Don't ask, you...you will know later."

Hua Ruoqing nodded knowingly, and then looked at Qian Moli, why did she feel that Qian Moli had a helpless expression on his face, as if this man named Ming had harmed him in the past?

Thinking of this, Hua Ruoqing subconsciously turned her head to look at Ming, and Ming's eyes happened to meet Hua Ruoqing's.

Hua Ruoqing was taken aback for a moment, and immediately turned around, well, she probably knew the reason.

For some reason, she always felt that those blood pupils seemed to exude some seductive magic power...

And...she noticed that the people along the way were all staring at Ming, especially those girls, they were all star-eyed...

Hua Ruoqing always felt that she seemed to know something important...

Hua Ruoqing always felt that the people around her were like a fan, especially the man in front of her.

Although Hua Ruoqing didn't know the reason, but... She wouldn't ask about those things.

She knew that maybe the things behind these things were too weird, maybe beyond her imagination, and if Qian Moli wanted to say something, he would tell her.

After thinking about this, Hua Ruoqing didn't care about the abnormal state of all the women along the way.

That night
After making sure that Hua Ruoqing was sound asleep, Qian Moli got up quietly and walked to the study. Of course, just in case, Qian Moli put a blindfold on the study.

Qian Moli was wearing a nightgown, and glanced lightly at someone in the study who was at ease.

"Tell me, is there any way to solve it?"

Underworld Emperor smiled, walked up to Qian Moli, and stretched out his hand to check Qian Moli's body with his own cultivation, but... nothing abnormal.

Underworld Emperor was a little puzzled, "There is nothing abnormal, why do you think your demon nature will explode?"

Qian Moli frowned, there was indeed nothing unusual about the demonic nature in his body, but he had been sleeping restlessly these past few nights, and would often dream of himself going crazy, and then... put his Qinger...

That kind of nightmare is simply immersive!

He...doesn't want to try anyway...

Although Qian Moli didn't speak, Emperor Ming seemed to understand, sighed, took out a box from his pocket, and threw it directly into Qian Moli's hands.

Then he turned around and walked to the side sofa to sit down, conjured a cup of hot tea out of thin air, and savored it carefully.

"This is?"

Underworld Emperor took a sip of hot tea, but subconsciously frowned, and put the tea cup in his hand aside, as expected, there was nothing delicious...

Then he looked at Qian Moli's puzzled look, with his legs crossed, his arms crossed over his chest, and then he opened his mouth lightly, as if all this was in his expectation.

"I knew you would have such a day, so I probably started preparing this thing when you first appeared in front of me with that face."

Qian Moli was startled, opened the box and saw that there were a few pills filled with aura!
Just holding it in his hand like this makes him feel like his body has been filled with cultivation bases, as if those cultivation bases that his body lacked have already been filled just like this.

If he guessed correctly, it took Ming at least tens of thousands of years of cultivation!

This guy……

Underworld Emperor saw that Qian Moli's body seemed to tremble slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised...

"Don't be moved, it's only tens of thousands of years of cultivation. Anyway, as the emperor of the underworld, it's useless to keep this cultivation..."

(End of this chapter)