MTL - Heroic Death System-Chapter 229 Γ03. Backtracking key 6

Wake up in the morning and find that your flower pot is hugged in your arms. This is not the first time. As long as he becomes a mushroom, he will stay side by side, as if he is worried that he will run away and feel extremely insecure.

The original flower pot was placed on the window sill and was later taken to the bed by him. After several consultations, he barely persuaded him to place the flower pot on the bedside table. Even so, he still does not trust, often sneak into his arms when he practices. However, the shape of the flower pot is not uniform, and it hinders the sleeping posture.

I was able to pay attention to this matter. It took a few days to find a thousand-year-old iron wood and carved into a half-human mushroom. This kind of iron wood contains aura, and it does not rot for a long time. It nourishes the body and mind, calms the nerves, and is just suitable for conditioning the spirits that have been created. More importantly, you can plant mushrooms on the iron wood!

However, when I saw that I was holding this giant mushroom, I always felt that the picture was too beautiful and some could not bear to look straight.

"Hey, hey, I thought about it, or change the mushroom into a stick." It can be said in a tone of negotiation.

He nervously held the giant mushroom in his arms, squinted his eyes and silently protested. wooden club? Listening to the name is not a good thing, where is his mushroom!

"...well, since you don't agree, then forget it." Still can touch the nose, see a look of love, can not help but joking, "With this big mushroom, you will not be rare I have this little mushroom?"

He looked at the ironwood mushroom and looked at Shangke. Then he stuffed the ironwood mushroom into the arms of Shangke, and folded his arms. He even hugged the mushrooms together, his head squeezed in the middle, and he was very happy.

Acceptable: "..."

I already knew that he was a mushroom control, why did he have to aggravate his condition...

That night, under the eager gaze, I planted myself on the ironwood mushroom, and then he was hugged in his arms, lying in the bed, and rolling down from time to time.

Really so happy? Feeling his joy, I can't help but smile.

I was happy with him for a while, but I was able to practice routinely under the nourishment of Ironwood.

Long hands and feet wrapped around the mushroom pillow, staring at the small mushroom that was close at hand, two dark eyes, sparkling in the darkness.

As the aura works, the small mushroom has a faint mist, with a natural fragrance, lingering between the nose, slowly blending with his breathing.

However, for a long time, his face was faintly exposed, and the original clear eyes gradually became dark and difficult to understand, and finally turned into a clear. In this Qingming, there is a small white mushroom.

Looking at "it" motionlessly, I almost thought I was dreaming. More than a hundred years ago, the little mushroom disappeared in front of his eyes, but he used this suffocating temptation to become a god. However, what about being a god? As long as there is a desire to kill in the heart, the right way can also enter the magic.

The little mushroom is his only good thought, losing him, the world is not in love, only the endless killing. The situation of Shinto and the heart of the Magic Road are in conflict, eventually leading to his power to counterattack and chaos.

Originally thought that this was his final ending, did not expect God to care, his little mushroom turned back to him!

I don't admit my mistake. The little mushroom that grows on the iron wood is the little mushroom that he once lost. Seeing his current cultivation, it is possible to reach the level of transformation, and may have just reincarnate. He always thought that the little mushroom had been smashed, immersed in hatred and grief alone, and did not know how much time was wasted.

"Little mushroom..." The low voice echoed gently in the room, turning into endless affection and joy, and quietly fading into the faint night.

Then I stared quietly at the small mushroom until dawn.

Still waking up from the entrance, a white light flashed, the teenager's figure fell lightly on the edge of the bed, put on a long gown, turned and opened the window, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then laughed at it. Road: "Good morning, hehe."

A familiar smile, a familiar face, a familiar taste, such as a sun, instantly illuminates the heart.

He has been wandering crazy for decades, and the world is warm and sorrowful, and it is still in sight. It was his little mushroom, who brought him back from the tragic situation, did not care about his desolateness, did not care about his stupidity, washed away the dirt and built the heart garden.

His cultivation has not yet reached the realm of perfection. If not for him, how can he choose to practice in a few hours every night?

He walked behind him and forced him into his arms.

He didn't find him, but he was found by him.

Still can be held a full, just want to laugh a few words, suddenly felt a few drops of hot liquid falling on his collarbone.

"Oh," hesitantly asked. "What?"

"Little mushroom, I am awkward, I am awkward..." He whispered in his ear.

Still able to move a meal, then turned around and took a sly face, and asked indefinitely: "Hey, have you recovered your mind?"

He hooked his waist and kissed him deeply. Superb kiss skills are not owned by people who are five-year-old IQ. There is no doubt that he has indeed recovered his mind.

He can still hold his neck and respond to him with joy.

For more than one hundred years, the thoughts of more than one hundred years have erupted without reservation. He will still be pressed against the wall, lift his leg and fit tightly with him. The lips and tongues danced and the limbs entangled. The two seemed to be swallowing each other and fiercely demanding them.

"Hey." Still snoring, suffering from the pain of the body being forcibly expanded. The embarrassing movement was a bit rude, but it didn't stop, but tried to relax and try to match his rhythm. With repeated ca, the pain is gradually replaced by a wave of pleasure.

After one time, you will be able to go to bed, warm and soothing, extremely lingering. I don't know how long I loved, but I suddenly felt that I was being picked up and became a sitting posture. The desire to enter a deeper position, followed by a pure and pure yang.

I was still looking at you with a sigh of relief.

"We are currently repairing the gap is too big, and we can't double repair for the time being, but we can complement each other." He whispered, "I am angry, I have a divine power, but I can't move it, otherwise it will cause a counterattack. And your foundation is unstable, urgently needed." Absorbing spiritual power. I will give you a little bit of power to help you cultivate."

I can think for a moment, frowning: "So, will your cultivation be affected?"

"It doesn't matter, it just happens to balance our strength gap." Milo calmly said, "The situation is that the lower the repair, the easier it is to solve the problem."

It’s still possible to think of this and the threat of the demons. It’s really a solution to the demons.

"Don't think about it, give it to me." He bit his bite intimately, his lower body moving slowly and rhythmically. Every time I move, there is a divine power to enter the body.

You can close your eyes and start to concentrate on this power.

渡 While giving his strength to him, he stared at him quietly, as if he never looked at it forever...

I don't know how long it will take, but I still feel that if I run another Sunday, I can successfully complete today. However, just as he was preparing to receive the work, the last divine power was delayed.

I couldn't help but open my eyes, but I saw him in front of him looking at him with a blank look. The light of Jing Rui in his eyes disappeared, and he was replaced by a stupid ignorance.

So, is he losing his mind?

"Little mushroom?" He looked down at the tightly bonded parts of the two, and his eyes were full of curiosity.

"...I accidentally sat on you, sorry." It can be explained as lightly as possible.

I felt a bit and said: "It doesn't matter, the little mushroom is very comfortable."

I can still believe that he has absolutely no pun.

"Get up when you are comfortable enough." You can still get up when you say it. As a result, he stretched his hand and pulled it back.

"Little mushroom." The voice was a little hoarse.

"What?" Be sure to keep your stupid!

"It's really comfortable..." 蹭 阎戮 阎戮 阎戮 阎戮 蹭 阎戮 阎戮 阎戮 阎戮 阎戮.

Can still try to restrain: "... Don't make trouble." Let go of your little mushroom, we are still good friends.

"Oh." He lost his landing and succumbed to the desire to sit in front of him, his eyes wet and look like a gentle wolf dog.

When did this guy become so obedient? The gleaming little eyes are just scratching your heart!

It was still possible for the people to fight for a long time, and finally decided to throw him back without hesitation.

"Lie flat!"

He is lying obediently.

I can still sit on him and say with a sigh of relief: "You don't move, I come."

Nodded.

You can slowly send it into your body, then start moving your waist and carefully honing it.

Tight and tight, his eyes seem to be pressing hard.

Can still lean down and gently rub his lips...

After a while, I can still stumble on the body, and breathe out: "I can't do it, you can do it."

For half an hour, someone has no intention of releasing it!

I still feel that my back is sore, my legs are numb, I don’t want to sit on it anymore!

Suddenly a chuckle came from the top of my head.

I can still look up and see that my eyes are clear and my mouth is rising. I have already recovered my mind.

"When did you recover?"

"Well, you are sitting up soon."

It is still possible to open your eyes first, then gnash your teeth: it is really enough to bear, God is an adult.

He kissed his face and said, "Work hard, my little mushroom."

Not hard, one, one, all, no!

He was preparing to stay with him for a while, but he saw him suddenly picking up the ironwood mushroom in the corner of his bed and stuffing it into his arms.

"Hold your mushroom and play." Shangkeli rolled over and got out of bed.

More sorrowful, stunned, completely lost the kind of pity.

"Small mushroom……"

"What?"

He hugged his big mushroom and looked at him pitifully: "Are you angry?"

Actually stupid again? Can you tell me before the next transformation?

"...No, I am not angry." When he looked at his little eyes, he still could not compromise in principle.

"That's good." He leaned his head on the big mushroom, showing a happy smile.

I finally realized that a serious problem - 阎戮 is a fine point.