"As you said, this Demon Lord is truly excellent. Even in the human world, there are very few partners who are willing to give up everything and sign a marriage contract to share the joys and sorrows and cultivate equally..."
"I know, I know he is a good person, so even though he almost killed me by mistake, I didn't blame him... At least it's not a pleasant feeling to be stabbed by someone you trust, and I'm a little scared..." Shen Wuyou murmured.
"Manslaughter? Why?" They woke up instantly and asked.
But Shen Wuyou was still immersed in her own world, constantly doubting herself, feeling that something was wrong, but at the same time she felt that there was nothing wrong with her.
Strange, this feeling, very strange...
"Even though I said I wouldn't like him as much as before, I still like him a little bit, right?"
She fell into a vicious circle, asking and answering herself:
"I must be somewhat fond of him, otherwise why would I trust him so much? Why do I sleep so peacefully and sweetly beside him? And why would I be willing to expose my back to him?"
It doesn't make sense... It doesn't make sense...
She must have liked it a little!
It’s just that this kind of liking may be too small, too small to support 50,000 years of cultivation!
Of course!
She sorted out her thoughts in this way. Logically, she only needed to cultivate her relationship with Bhagavan. Once the relationship was deep, everything would be fine.
She pinched the jade token with such confidence, stood up and went to look for the Bhagavan.
But she had never thought that the Demon Lord had practiced for 100,000 years, and even if she liked him only 1%, it would be enough to gain thousands of years of tremendous practice.
Unfortunately, she fell into her own vicious circle.
I can't get out for a while...
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