Devil Seeds

  Chapter 90 Ke Xiaoliang with one heart and one mind (30,000 recommended tickets plus more updates)

   The first time he was said to be "ping", Yang Zhenzhen felt a burst of strange emotions in his heart.

   There is resentment, disdain, and a little bit of luck.

  Some things may be enviable to others. But as far as I am concerned, it is a burden.

  It’s like Singles’ Day is coming, and those who don’t have a girlfriend lament that they will be abused again, looking at the couples on the street, sighing and booing, looking at the small hotel with a price increase, with a hideous face and spitting out disdain.

   Those who have girlfriends look at their wallets and their fathers worryingly, clutching their lower backs, sighing, and spitting out their disdain when they look at the small hotels that have increased in price.

  Two kinds of emotions are opposite to each other, but they have something in common.

  The magic value arrived... one hundred and sixteen.

  Ke Xiaoliang heard a numb voice that he was used to.

  Of course, although it is numb, it is still pleasant.

   "You...how can you be like this, full of foul language?" Yang Zhenzhen asked Ke Xiaoliang, blushing.

  She felt that she was underestimated, and felt as if she was being targeted.

  Ke Xiaoliang's words caused hundreds of shocks straight to her throat.

   "I'm a demon cultivator!" Ke Xiaoliang explained casually.

  Yang Zhenzhen has nothing to say.

  Tian was chatted to death.

  However, Ke Xiaoliang is not Tiangou, and Yang Zhenzhen is not a goddess with full green tea skills.

  So at this time, it was Yang Zhenzhen who racked his brains to bring up the topic again.

"You usually...you like big ones? How big do you want?" Yang Zhenzhen had a lot of thoughts in his head, but he still couldn't find a suitable topic. For some reason, his forehead became hot, and he felt that he was a 'man' now, and he should talk about men's life topic, so by chance, he resumed the previously interrupted conversation.

  Ke Xiaoliang looked at this righteous Xiaobai in surprise, followed the other person's words and asked: "Have you seen it? Just ask?"

  Yang Zhenzhen showed his bare chest proudly, and said proudly: "Of course! Of course I have seen it. The biggest one in Cuiyun Mountain... I have seen it. Not only."

   Saying such embarrassing words in person, Yang Zhenzhen felt that he was going crazy.

   But in the same way, there is a pleasure of breaking through taboos.

  So she provided Ke Xiaoliang with more than one hundred magical points.

   Such a high rhythm, which makes Ke Xiaoliang interested.

  Ke Daozu is very busy, unless he has magic points, otherwise he is not interested in doing more.

"you?"

   "Okay! Then give me some gestures." Ke Xiaoliang sat up straight, as if he was very interested in this topic.

  Yang Zhenzhen's cheeks were flushed, and she was so shy that she couldn't help herself.

  The magic value is even more sudden.

   "Shape...shape...probably...probably!" Yang Zhenzhen's mind is full of her own appearance, but it would be too shy for her to say it herself.

   "Look, you righteous monks are really hypocritical. If you haven't seen it, you haven't seen it. Why bother? Why bother?" Ke Xiaoliang said in a contemptuous tone.

  Yang Zhenzhen immediately jumped up and said: "Who said that our righteous way is hypocritical? Then...that's all you demons and heretics are slandering, it...it probably has this shape."

   As he spoke, Yang Zhenzhen gesticulated a shape with his hand in the air very hastily.

   "The one you drew is a square. I have never seen such a shape in this life." Ke Xiaoliang implied that he had seen it in his previous life.

  Yang Zhenzhen's mind was in a mess, and he made random gestures.

  Ke Xiaoliang continued.

  Yang Zhenzhen continued to gesture.

   "This is a rectangle."

   "This is a triangle."

   "This is a wavy shape... this shape is fine, I want to see it, if there is a chance, you can take me to see it too?"

  Yang Zhenzhen made gestures again and again, and Ke Xiaoliang taunted him again and again.

  Finally, Yang Zhenzhen was pushed to the limit,

  Ke Xiaoliang was hundreds of miles away in real time, volleying in the same arc and curve, and made up a fictional one.

   After seeing and seeing it intuitively, Ke Xiaoliang gasped.

   "Hiss... is this woman so terrifying?"

"Just focus on her strengths, don't care if she has a bad brain or whether she will bury her poison in the future, I will make this friend." Ke Xiaoliang looked at Yang Zhenzhen's eyes and eyes, and immediately became kind .

   At the same time, Yang Zhenzhen finally realized what stupid thing he had done.

  Although it is just a fictitious gesture, she has a kind of shame and collapse that directly opens her heart and allows others to watch.

  The magic value is gushing out like flowing water, and it is only one step away from the rhythm of blackening.

"You have passed the level! Judging by your proficiency, you should have played a lot. You are an orthodox monk... you are not hypocritical at all, and you have told the truth. I am very satisfied!" Ke Xiaoliang's timely "affirmation" made Yang Zhenzhen With a broken mind all the way, he braked the car.

  Yang Zhenzhen squatted down with blank eyes, and hugged his head in despair.

  I can't wait to use my fist to smash my brain open to see if it is filled with paste.

   "You just talked about the shape?" I think Yang Zhenzhen has recovered a little,

  Compared to ordinary disciples of the Demon Sect, Yang Zhenzhen's output of magic value is really amazing, one person can have the amount of five or six people.

   It is worse than those elders of the Demon Sect.

   But in another direction, although the number of Mozong elders is large, the frequency is too low.

   That belongs to eating dumplings during the Chinese New Year, which is only once a year. How can we count on it every day?

  Yang Zhenzhen raised his head in confusion, and looked at Ke Xiaoliang pitifully, like a little white rabbit facing a big bad wolf.

   "That's right! Then we are friends!" Ke Xiaoliang said.

  Yang Zhenzhen thought of the mission entrusted by his uncle, the heavy responsibility he shouldered, and the humiliation his brothers and sisters endured under the oppression of those disciples of the Demon Sect, and gradually strengthened his heart.

   "It hurts a little? Your hand hurts from the bump?"

   "Artificial? The materials are wrong!" Ke Xiaoliang said deliberately.

  Yang Zhenzhen was extremely ashamed and annoyed: "Really...Really! I mean."

  The magic value is two hundred and two.

  Ke Xiaoliang looked at Yang Zhenzhen with a smile, and then said very politely: "Listen to what you said, I'm so hungry... If it's a friend, find a chance for me to feel it too?"

   "Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you for nothing. If you have any request, just ask... I can do it for you."

  Yang Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, his eyes were flushed, and there was an inexplicable sense of the picture. It was because the foreshadowing was too meticulous: "You... why are you so shameless?"

  Ke Xiaoliang laughed: "I'm a demon cultivator!"

  (end of this chapter)