In the evening, Ye Shang stood on the splint, the cold sea breeze blew her robe, and her waist-length hair was tied into a long ponytail, tied tightly with only a simple rubber band.
There were some pieces of hair that could not be tied on the forehead, which was fluttering in the sea breeze.
She looked at the sea quietly, her hands hanging down naturally. The light shadow beside her did not return to the space or be warmed by her dantian. It was suspended and erected 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 world change was her own battle.
Qingli, who was not far away, stood ten meters away from her, leaning on the edge of the door, quietly looking at the dim back in front of her, her black pupils reflecting her shadow, she just stood so casually , not straight, but not curved either, giving him an inexplicable feeling of 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 and put it on his head, responding: "Yeah."
As long as she continues to exist, she will not allow the flower country to be shattered or even destroyed.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the person who was trying to warm her. How many parts of the Demon King's soul had he transformed into? She didn't believe that the Demon King would have no backup plan, she just wanted to see how he operated.
I don’t know if Qingli can practice the Energy Control Technique. Will this thing conflict with the demonic power?
"How have you been practicing these two days?"
The man in his arms paused and said in a loud voice: "It's not bad, but I'm still a little unskilled and 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, "Is it so difficult with your talent?"
It shouldn't be. When she first returned to the modern world to practice this energy control technique, she could produce gas within a short time.
Qingli was a little uncomfortable, and a thin layer of blush appeared on his fair and jade face, "No, it's just that I always feel uncomfortable in my body."
It was as if two energies were colliding, which made him feel uncomfortable. Sometimes he felt numb and sometimes felt slight pain. He thought this was normal.
Ye Shang frowned, "Don't practice if you don't feel comfortable with it. This may not be suitable for everyone."
Qingli was confused: "Why? Aren't you always practicing?"
Ye Shang stretched out his hand to accumulate some energy in his palm, and pressed it gently on his abdomen.
Qingli was hit by this strange energy for a moment, and his body went limp.
Ye Shang helped him sit on a chair on the side and let him sit on one of her legs, so that she could see what was inside his body.
A thin layer of sweat appeared on Qingli's forehead, and the cold sea breeze blew, making him feel hot and cold. He closed his eyes tightly, and his long and elegant black eyelashes trembled constantly.
He simply got closer to Ye Shang, stretched out his hands to hold her neck, buried his head in her neck, and let out a soft voice: "Ah Shang, it hurts."
Ye Shang pulled out the energy he had penetrated, and then changed his method to soothe him. His voice was a little hoarse: "Are you feeling 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 penetrated, relieved him from the exercises he had practiced in the past two days, which made him feel abnormal pain.
Qingli felt it carefully and nodded slightly in her arms: "It's better."
When the power that did not belong to him dissipated, he no longer had 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 put his hands around her neck and asked in confusion: "You're not hungry, what's wrong?"
Ye Shang carried him to the room: "You are too light and too thin."
To the touch, except for some places, almost all the rest are bones, and it doesn't feel good at all.
Qingli explained a little aggrievedly: "It's because of my physical constitution. I also want to gain weight, but no matter how much I eat, I still maintain this weight over the 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 on the sea, and it was now about 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 made some calculations about his itinerary: "We'll arrive in the morning the day after tomorrow."
Meng Qiulan sighed, "Hey, it's so boring."
The days at sea were really boring, and the work on the ship was all assigned. She and her cousin couldn't disrupt other people's order, so they could only help out occasionally.
Liang You is sitting at another table, which is filled with various drawing papers and cinnabar pens. From time to time, he concentrates his energy and writes with energy, but sometimes the strokes on the talisman paper will break in the middle of drawing.
According to him, the paper was ruined and could not be used.
Whenever he has time, he will draw one and save it. For him, this thing can be a life-saving thing in times of crisis.
Qingli couldn't understand what he drew. He had been sitting next to Ye Shang. The only difference was that in his hand was the food that Ye Shang had given 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.
There was still a bottle of milk in his right hand, and he occasionally took a sip. He didn't even go to the dining room for breakfast this morning.
He quietly came forward, leaned on her left shoulder and said coquettishly: "Ah Shang, I can't eat anymore. Just touch it, your belly is a little bulging."
He really couldn't hold on any longer.
Ye Shang stretched out his hand and touched it, felt it for a while, and thought to himself, isn't this flat? Where is the drum?
"Then take a break and then eat."
Qingli nodded with satisfaction and raised a happy smile: "Yes, okay."
Meng Qiulan on the other side, the corner of her mouth was so twitching, "Why don't you be so annoying?"
Although she was able to witness the scene of these two people together, more than a year later, she is still so tired. At the beginning, she thought this little boy was good-looking and had some thoughts about it. Now it seems that she is lucky to be with this guy. If the boss takes it, she can't afford it.
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