At the beginning of the game, I rely on cultivating immortals to store up goods in the last days

Chapter 227

At night, Ye Shang stood on the plywood, her robe was blown by the cold sea breeze, and her waist-length hair was tied into a long ponytail, which was tied tightly with a simple rubber band.

There were some broken hairs that could not be tied in front of the full forehead, and they were fluttering with the sea breeze.

She looked at the sea quietly, her hands were naturally hanging down, the light shadow beside her didn't return to the space or her dantian was warming up, it floated upright beside Ye Shang, as if looking into the distance with her.

The moon is still as curved as a crescent moon, emitting dim moonlight and falling on the world.

It made her look even more lonely, as if this change in the world was a battle of her own.

Not far away, Qingli stood ten meters away from her, leaning against the edge of the door, quietly looking at the dim back in front of her, her black pupils reflected her shadow, she just stood there casually , not straight, but not curved, which gave him an inexplicable distress.

What is Ah Shang thinking? Can he help her?He always felt that he was still weak in front of her. There seemed to be ink in Qingli's eyes that could not be removed. He tugged at the corners of his lips with difficulty.

He raised his smile again, walked in front of her, put his arms around her waist, put his chin on her shoulder, and said softly in a low and hoarse voice: "Ah Shang, we will change everything, right?"

Ye Shang stretched out a hand to put on his head, and responded, "Yes."

As long as she is here, Huaguo will not allow her to be destroyed, or even die.

She lowered her eyes and looked at this person who was trying to warm her up. How many copies of the Demon King's soul has been transformed into?She doesn't believe that the demon king will have no back-up, it just depends on how he operates.

I don't know if Qingli can practice Yu Neng Jue, will this thing conflict with demon power?

"In the past two days, how have you been practicing?"

The person in his arms paused, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, but I'm still a little unskilled, and I haven't cultivated the kind of gas you mentioned."

Ye Shang pinched the back of his neck with his right hand, and directly lifted him into his arms, "It's so difficult with your talent?"

It shouldn't be, this Yu Neng Jue, when she first returned to practice in modern times, she developed Qi in a short while.

Qingli was a little uncomfortable, and a thin layer of blush appeared on her white face like jade, "No, it's just that I always feel a little uncomfortable in my body."

It was as if the two energies were colliding, making him feel uncomfortable, sometimes numb, sometimes slightly painful, he thought it was normal.

Ye Shang frowned, "Don't practice if you're not used to it, it might not be suitable for everyone."

Qingli was puzzled: "Why? Haven't you been practicing all the time?"

Ye Shang stretched out his hand to accumulate some energy in his palm, and gently pressed on his abdomen.

Qingli was hit by this strange energy for a moment, and his body softened.

Ye Shang supported him to sit on a chair beside him, and let him sit on one of his legs, so that she could check what was going on inside him.

Thin dense sweat appeared on Qingli's forehead, and the cold sea breeze was blowing, which made him feel uncomfortable from both heat and cold. He closed his eyes tightly, and his slender and elegant black eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

He simply got closer to Ye Shang, stretched out his hands to hug her neck, buried his head in her neck, and let out a soft voice: "Ah Shang. It hurts."

The energy that Ye Shang probed in pulled out, and then changed the way to relax for him, with a hoarse voice: "Is it better now?"

Qingli's body was just as she thought. The demon king's power increased, making it impossible for him to practice human skills. The most important point is that his demon king's power has not been awakened, so he is still unable to use demon power.

The collision of the two energies, the ray of energy she probed in relieved the exercises he had practiced for the past two days, which made him feel extremely painful.

Qingli felt it carefully, and nodded slightly in her arms: "It's better."

The power that did not belong to him dissipated, and there was no longer that inexplicable slight feeling.

"Don't practice anymore in the future. Your body is different from ordinary people. There is another powerful energy in your body."

Ye Shang picked him up horizontally, but he was still so light: "Are you usually hungry?"

Qingli was obviously used to it, he hooked her neck with both hands, and asked in confusion, "You're not hungry, what's wrong?"

Ye Shang hugged him and walked towards the room: "You are too light and too thin."

To the touch, except for ahem.. some parts, the rest of the place is almost all bones, and it doesn't feel good at all.

Qingli explained with some grievances: "It's because of my physique. I also want to gain weight, but no matter how much I eat, I still maintain this weight for so many years."

Ye Shang remembered that the demon king in the demon world seemed to be stronger than Qingli, "It's okay. I'll raise him again when I have the chance."
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The next day, the ship was still sailing at sea, and the time is now around ten o'clock in the morning.

Meng Qiulan sat aside a little bored and asked Ye Shang: "Boss, how long until we get to the next country?"

Ye Shang calculated the itinerary: "I will arrive in the morning the day after tomorrow."

Meng Qiulan sighed, "Oh, it's so boring."

The life at sea is really too boring, and the jobs on the ship are all assigned, and she and her cousin can't disrupt the order of others, they can only help out occasionally.

Liang You was sitting at another table. The table was covered with various drawing papers and cinnabar brushes. From time to time, he would concentrate on his strokes and write like a spirit, but sometimes the talisman paper would break the strokes halfway through the drawing.

According to him, the paper was ruined and could not be used.

Every time he has time, he will draw a picture and save it up. For him, this thing can save lives in times of crisis.

Qingli couldn't understand his paintings, he had been sitting beside Ye Shang, the only difference was that he was holding the food that Ye Shang stuffed for him, soft glutinous rice cakes and fluffy cakes.

At first, as soon as he finished eating, Ye Shang would bring out other food for him. He didn't want to refuse, so he had to eat slowly and in small bites.

He still held a bottle of milk in his right hand, and occasionally took a sip. He didn't go to the dining room for breakfast this morning.

He quietly leaned forward and leaned on her left shoulder coquettishly: "Shang, I can't eat anymore, if you touch it, your stomach is a little bulging."

He was really struggling.

Ye Shang stretched out his hand to touch it, felt it for a while, and thought, isn't this flat?Where is the drum.

"Then rest and eat later."

Only then did Qingli nodded in satisfaction, and raised a joyful smile: "Well, good."

On the other side, Meng Qiulan's mouth was twitching, "Do you want to be so greasy?"

Although it was a scene of witnessing these two people together at the beginning, it has been more than a year, and she is still so tired. At the beginning, she thought that this little boy was good-looking, so she thought about it. The boss took it, but she couldn't afford it.

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