Forcing the Demon to Be Good: The Demonic Highness knocks on the door

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But he is so skilled now that even Qingfeng and Yuechi are no match.

It is already very good that a young child can practice like this.

Douding Doubao said that his progress was faster than that of his mother back then.

Why doesn't mom come back? [

Do you think he didn't work hard enough?

"Mom, Beibei has practiced a kung fu again. Can you open your eyes and have a look? Just take a look, and then you go back to sleep. Beibei promises to be good..."

He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

Hate, he cried again.

Uncle Feng and Aunt Lin both said 'a good man bleeds but doesn't shed tears'.

He can't cry anymore.It's not a man to cry anymore.

In another 100 years, he will be an adult

(He is a fusion of immortals and demons, and his growth is extremely slow. Although he is eleven or twelve years old, he still looks like he is six or seven years old. He does not need to practice, and he is a demon god. In his long life, he is still eleven or twelve years old. equivalent to early childhood)

He wiped away a tear.

Carefully put the plain hand of the woman in white beside her.

The door was pushed open with a creak, and a man in Tsing Yi walked in.

That man is as tall as a bamboo, with a handsome face, not much better than Yue Wushang.

At this moment, he was holding a wooden barrel in his hand, and that wooden barrel was not an ordinary wooden barrel.

Azure wood grain, with a strange aroma.

As soon as I entered the room, the fragrance wafted all over the room, making people wake up tired and forget their worries.

There is a bright red liquid in the wooden barrel, and there are countless flower petals floating above the liquid.

Those petals were pure white, although they were soaked in bright red liquid, they were not stained with a trace of red.

White as an angel's feathers...

"Yue Beibei, get out of the way, Uncle Feng will try this method again." Feng Liyan put the wooden barrel in front of the couch. [