Healing Quick Transmigration: Blackened Male God, Come For a Hug

None of these people have enough devil energy, what he wants is purer devil energy.

If he could break into the Demon Realm this time and catch the Demon Lord, then he would definitely be able to make a breakthrough.

Gu Yu's eyes were dark, he looked down at the blood on his hand, pinched a secret, and washed the blood off.

When leaving the dungeon, he said to several disciples: "The witch not only didn't know how to repent, but tried to attack the deity. The deity has dealt with people. You have worked hard during this period. Let's take some rest."

After Gu Yu left, several disciples praised him for his justice, kindness and consideration.

In the dungeon, a gust of wind blew, and the ashes on the ground were blown away.

...

Yun Fanxin got a sword, this sword is a pair with Shen Jing's saber.

She had never seen Shen Jing using a sword. With Shen Jing's ability, she almost didn't need to use a weapon. She also saw this sword accidentally in a box.

Seeing that she liked it, Shen Jing personally found the materials the next day and made a similar sword.

Yun Fan was very happy and played the sword for several days.

When Shen Jing came, she saw her practicing sword.

She has been patronizing swordsmanship these days, and almost never went to him.

Only for him to come to her in person, Shen Jing couldn't help feeling a little regretful. He personally pitted himself. He had known that he should not have made this sword.

The girl was holding a sword, her slender waist was extremely soft, the tip of the sword cut through the sky, with a sharp aura, the surrounding leaves were rustling, and her every move was full of sharpness.

When the girl was practicing sword, she was different from usual, with a different charm, so dazzling that she couldn't move her eyes.

Shen Jing just watched this unconsciously for a long time, with appreciation and pampering in his eyes, without interrupting her.

After one set of practice was over, Yun Fan took back the sword before he noticed Shen Jing.

She trot to Shen Jing's face, raised her head and said, "Why is my father here?"

She is always called this way, she can't change it for a while.

Before Shen Jing tried to get her to call his name, but Yun Fan felt awkward, so he still called him.

Shen Jing also let her go.

Her cheeks were thin red, like plump peaches, and people couldn’t help but want to bite on them. Because of the sword practice, she still had thin sweat on her face, and her eyes were shining. Can't help being happy.

Shen Jing took out the veil and helped her to wipe the sweat affectionately.

Yun Fanfan just stood there and let him wipe it, still the same as before, no change.

After wiping, Shen Jing asked, "Do you like practicing swords?"

"It's okay." Yun answered broadly, "killing the time."

Shen Jing raised his palm slightly, and a sword appeared in his hand.

She had never seen Shen Jing holding a sword. He was wearing a crescent-white robe. The robe outlined his figure perfectly. He stood there holding the sword, as if he was holding a sword hilt. His hands were white and slender, his palms were flipped, and his sword pierced out.

Shen Jing's temperament immediately changed, not as gentle as before, and a bit more murderous.

The ink hair on the back was flying in the wind, and Shen Jing was like a dragon. The swords and swords were just right, and no one was imperfect.

It doesn't feel rude at all, but it feels very elegant.

The wind was calm, Shen Jing stopped, and the clothes were on the ground, but the dust was not stained.

Shen Jing beckoned to her and said, "I teach you."

Shen Jing was not stingy in her childlike tone. She liked it, and he tried to teach her the best.