Everyone was quiet for a moment, but they still felt that the first priority was to deal with the Blood Refining Demon Lord. So everyone continued to discuss and then acted individually.
Long Ming and Murong Feixue were the only ones left in the prince's residence.
Unknowingly, the hazy moonlight disappeared. Not even a single starlight appeared in the thick ink sky. Apart from the flickering candlelight, only the cold moonlight flowed in through the gaps in the curtains in the room. All around.
It's very quiet. Human perception seems to become more sensitive and ethereal in such a quiet dark space.
Sitting opposite each other in the middle of the night, the curtains moved. Two slender bodies were printed on the red gauze curtain. There was a hint of meandering breath. Both Long Ming and Murong Feixue closed their eyes and sat quietly on the bed facing each other, holding their hands.
Offsetting each other. There was a trace of spiritual energy as light as clouds wandering outside their bodies.
Their seventy-two levels of Luan Feng and Ming have been cultivated to the final moment. If they can break through this last level, they can increase the power of their attacks to a higher level. By then, even if they meet masters at the supreme stage,
It doesn’t necessarily mean there is no chance of winning.
"My beloved..." A glistening drop of sweat dripped from Long Ming's forehead, and he finally couldn't help but shout.
It's just that low and hoarse voice that is full of ambiguity no matter how you listen to it. It makes people's hearts tremble and their breathing quickens.
"Ming, what's wrong with you? It's obviously winter now, why are you so hot?" Murong Feixue asked in surprise.
While speaking, he raised his hand to wipe Long Ming's forehead with concern.
Just when Murong Feixue raised his hand, he saw that bright wrist exposed. The wide sleeves were faintly floating in a refreshing direction.
This breath is completely the breath that Murong Feixue's body will naturally emit when she sweats after taking the Blood Coagulation Pill. She doesn't feel it yet. But for the opposite sex, this kind of breath is enough to make people's blood boil.
"My beloved concubine... do you know what the meaning of dual cultivation is?" Long Ming stared at Murong Feixue's eyes, swallowed hard, and said in a somewhat interfering voice.
"I know... didn't we accidentally practice double cultivation the first time? What's wrong?" Murong Feixue answered naturally.
Even after he finished speaking, he didn't feel anything was wrong. He still looked at Long Ming with an innocent expression. Those dark eyes, like bright stars in the sky, blinked at Long Ming. It almost made Long Ming vomit blood...
…
"I'm talking about my beloved concubine... It's getting late now, why don't we take a rest now!" Long Ming finally suggested decisively.
Hearing this, Murong Feixue nodded, stretched out his hand to gently support his belly. With a faint smile on his face, he answered with a motherly aura: "Yes, that's right. Going to bed late is not good for the child. Ming, we are now
have a rest!"
After saying these words, Murong Feixue packed up the bedding for Long Ming very gently and considerately, rolled it up, and handed it to Long Ming.
Her pale lips pursed slightly, and she said in a sweet voice: "It's cold now, husband, please cover yourself with a quilt! After you fell asleep last night, you always moved your hands and feet. For the sake of the child, before the child was three years old,
Months ago, you had to lay the floor alone in the study..."
