Chapter 475 The Ascetic Emperor God Pulled Down from the Altar 29
The little succubus was very generous. She was reluctant to eat it, but she gave him a big piece.
Mu Qing didn't like sweets, but she still took it and ate it.
"Is it delicious?" She looked at him expectantly.
"It's delicious, you should eat it too."
As expected, the little succubus couldn't stand the greed. She looked at him and then at the oiled paper bag in her arms.
Finally, I took out a small piece and took a bite.
After a while, Mu Qing saw her eyebrows crescent, holding her cheeks and starting to giggle.
It's so coaxing.
The two stayed in an inn at night.
It was the first time for the little succubus to go out. Everything was new and curious. Even staying in an inn made her smile.
It's just that there is no spiritual spring pool here, so Mu Qing will have to spend more energy to suppress the demonic energy.
After all the torture, the little succubus was all wet with sweat.
She leaned weakly in his arms, her thin inner clothes slightly opened.
Mu Qing happened to see it and looked away uncomfortably.
After a moment, he reached out and covered her clothes.
He cast a purification spell on her before turning around and returning to his room.
Not long after she closed her eyes, Mu Qing saw the little succubus again in her dream.
"Hey, it turns out there is someone here. Who are you?"
"Mu Qing."
"Mu Qing? It sounds so familiar."
Mu Qing said nothing.
This is his dream, and it can also be regarded as his consciousness.
The consciousness and the soul are connected. Once damaged, internal injuries may be difficult to heal, or death may occur.
Therefore, there will be defense against external intruders.
Therefore, every time the little succubus entered his dream, he would forget his appearance and the purpose of entering.
He transformed into a spiritual spring pool and stretched out his hand towards the little succubus.
"Jiaojiao, come here."
When he heard him calling her name, the little succubus looked at him half surprised and half shy.
"Why do you know my nickname?"
Mu Qing was stopped by the question.
Because he doesn't know her name, only her nickname.
Just when she didn't know how to explain it, her attention was diverted.
"What's this?"
"Lingquan."
"What do you do?"
"Healing."
"Are you hurt?"
"You were injured."
Seeing that she kept asking questions, Mu Qing simply went over and pulled her into the pool.
The little succubus was pulled in stupidly, while still curiously stirring the water with her feet.
Since she had soaked in spiritual spring water many times in her dreams, her body instinctively knew how to activate her cultivation to channelize spiritual energy.
Therefore, Mu Qing found that he suddenly had no place to use himself.
But probably because he took her to soak in every dream before, so the little succubus came over and pressed against him.
Mu Qing paused, then put his palm on her waist, using his immortal power to heal her tendons that were damaged by the collision of demonic energy.
"So comfortable."
She hugged him automatically, but since both of them were standing, something felt wrong while holding him like this.
It didn't take long for the little succubus to become restless.
Move it here, rub it there, and keep tossing it on his chest.
"Jiaojiao."
"I feel uncomfortable."
She hummed.
The person who said he felt comfortable not long ago said he felt uncomfortable this time.
Just like the weather in June, it changes at any time.
Mu Qing sighed helplessly, picked her up and walked to the edge of the pool to sit down.
This time the little succubus finally subsided.
Because Mu Qing was sitting on his back, the little succubus could rest her chin on his shoulder.
