The legend of Buyuan Mountain was transformed from the body of the ancient divine beast Huangdu after his death, and it lasted for hundreds of thousands of miles. There were countless scenic spots, but there were also places where no one had ever stepped on it.

King Shura took the moonlight smoke beast and walked around the deep mountains. The flying bear army could not track it. The two of them broke into an uninhabited valley. The scenery of this valley was just fine, but there was a clear spring, which was only a few feet deep and less than a hundred meters in a radius. It was slightly steaming, and it was obvious that the water temperature was quite high.

King Shura showed joy and said to Wang Foer: "I fought with the stinky men from Feixiong Army. My sister was very dirty. There was a hot spring here. Look at you, you were dirty, so we took a bath together."

Wang Foer hurriedly shouted: "This matter is very inappropriate. It's better for you to come first, sister. I'll do it later."

King Shura smiled and said, "Who will wash his back for me in two places? I see you are very dirty, so you will definitely not be able to clean yourself by yourself." Then, without saying anything, he casually sealed Wang Foer's air pocket, took off his clothes, giggled and threw it into the hot spring.

His hands and feet were unable to move, but Wang Foer's eyes were very useful. He watched Shura King remove his clothes lightly, and took off his clothes one by one, and his nose was bleeding, which made him feel very embarrassed.

"Maomao Tea, I don't know how many nude models I've ever painted. It's not the first time I see a woman naked, so why are she so soft?" Having said that, Wang Fo'er, from the perspective of his common eyes of modern beauties, still gave the highest score to King Shura's body.

Half of the ancestors of the human race in China, the White Moon Demon Clan, and the other half comes from the Giant Spirit Suppression Kill. Therefore, their figures are generally taller than those of the demon race, and they are also more than ten or twenty centimeters higher than those of modern humans on Earth.

Shura King is not particularly tall among the human race, but he is already taller than most professional models. Moreover, although the model's figure seems beautiful, they are all skinny. Some classmates who have had models as girlfriends told Wang Foer that the woman is very thin and she is graceful in her clothes. After taking off her clothes, she is a little fussy.

The Shura King should have been practicing martial arts for a long time. Not only is he not thin, he is also small and muscled, with perfect body proportions and tender skin, which seems to be able to break. Wang Foer went from his jade feet with flat toes to his beautiful legs with thrilling lines, and his lower abdomen without any fat... all the way, the little loach also turned into a pencil.

The cold true energy of the Ten Directions Frozen Demon Path suddenly turned. The Qi hole sealed by the Shura King was already weak, and the blood was boiling, and it was swept away. Wang Foer's body shrank and drilled into the spring water. He actually wanted to shout to the sky: "The size of the tool for the crime is not enough. Is it too sad. Can God change his body to reborn me?"

King Shura sank into the hot spring without any movement. He just closed his beautiful eyes and devoted himself to healing his wounds.

Wang Foer's body is not very dirty. He practices under the Wulao Peak Waterfall every day. Although he does not have any bath fluid or shampoo, he is washed clean by the rushing water flow. However, the scrubbing method is naturally incomparable to soaking in a hot spring now.

Although he didn't dare to really harasse Shura King, he was not busy rushing out. He closed his eyes slightly, and Wang Fo'er actually took a nap.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly a chuckle made Wang Foer wake up from his dream. King Shura had a beautiful face, so close to him. Wang Foer coughed and asked calmly, "Is it effective for sister to heal her wounds?"

King Shura turned his back and saw it for him, and chuckled and said, "I can't hurt my blue hair palm. Li Xunhuan's fifth-grade cultivation is still a little inferior after all."

Wang Foer was itchy when he was Shura's bold and unrestrained behavior. He had already seen the green palm print on Shura's pink back, and even the two wounds were closed and scarred. He secretly praised Shura's magical method of healing, and couldn't help but reach out and touch it. He pretended to be surprised: "The two wounds on my sister's body are almost gone. Your kung fu is really amazing."

Wang Foer thought in his heart, "It's so tender and smooth, and the touch is really exciting."

King Shura didn't care about Wang Foer's open behavior of eating tofu. He smiled and said, "My sister's kung fu is not very powerful, but the old guy like Miroho in this world has never been able to break through the sixth level of cultivation in his entire life. If he gets stuck at the second level, he can't move forward. There are too many idiots."

Wang Foer reluctantly withdrew his hands and asked casually: "Why did my sister take the risk to kill that guy named Lu Gaowu? I heard that his father is the Minister of the Middle East Sea, so he must be strong. Will there be great trouble in the future?"

King Shura sneered, "If I don't kill his son, the Prime Minister of the East China Sea will not let me go. My sister has long been one of the rebellious kings in the world. She has done anything to rebel, so why are she afraid of killing people? Lu Gaowu, a playboy, is used to showing off his power. He ordered his orders to attack my Tiewei Mountain, and he also followed the army to take military achievements. He also asked his masters to abduct several female soldiers from our army, humiliated them for several days before he was killed."

"I had wanted to kill this person for a long time, but unfortunately there were always experts sent by him by me, and I was usually cautious in my whereabouts. This time I entered Buyuan Mountain to seek a seclusion and great sage. I didn't expect to meet him who came to encircle and suppress the corpse, and I was just out of this anger!"

King Shura's tone was very plain, but Wang Fo'er felt cold when he heard it. He humiliated for several days before he was killed. I don't know how many tragic things happened in the world in these ten words.

"Sister has killed this bastard, don't be angry. I don't think it will take long to last, and someone will be replaced. My sister may have the chance to be the queen."

King Shura burst out laughing and shook his head and sighed: "As long as the Daqian Dynasty can still control the imperial capital and the three towns of Jiuzhou around the imperial capital, their royal aura will not be exhausted. The Jade Li dynasty of the White Moon Demon Clan can only control one city for hundreds of years, and has not fallen, so it is regarded as orthodox."

King Shura spread his hair like clouds, washed it carefully, and said with a smile: "Little brother, you should help your sister wipe the back and use this piece of red silk."
Chapter completed!