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Chapter five hundred and thirty second full of power(2/2)

Zuo Xiaoduo rolled his eyes: "Are you no longer under psychological pressure?"

Zuo Xiaonian also rolled his eyes: "What kind of psychological pressure do I feel when using my own husband's things? Isn't what's yours mine?"

Zuo Xiao was so happy that he felt his body suddenly tremble and said: "Well said, what's mine is yours, what your husband and I have must be yours, Sister Xiaonian, please call me again and let me hear it."

Zuo Xiaonian felt something was wrong as soon as he said it, and his face was already red with embarrassment. He was not willing to scream again. Zuo Xiaoduo felt that he had already taken advantage of it, but he did not force him, so Zuo Xiaonian started practicing.

Zuo Xiaoduo could usually fall into trance within a minute, but after being called by her husband, he still kept giggling for half an hour, almost like a fool.

"Hehe... Hehe... Hehehe... Hehehehe..."

It took a while for someone to wake up and start practicing quickly!

"We must get to Feitian as soon as possible! We must get to Feitian as soon as possible!"

"Everything is for the wedding night! Everything is for marriage! Everything is for a wife!"

"It's all about being a real man!"

"Come on! Here comes Ollie!"

Zuo Xiaoduo directly brought the Heart of the Fiery Sun over this time. He had the Heart of the Fiery Sun in one hand and the top-quality Star Soul Jade in the other. There was also a large piece of the top-quality Star Soul Jade sitting under his buttocks, and he held the dragon's blood against the flesh in his arms.

Throwing knives.

With one movement, countless pure spiritual energy rushed towards the Dantian...

Overnight, the number of suppressions was increased from nineteen to twenty-three, and the effect was remarkable!

Zuo Xiaoduo even felt that he still had a lot of room to perform this round, although the suppression process was becoming more and more painful.

The words Zuo Changlu said echoed in Zuo Xiaoduo's heart over and over again.

"Cultivation is never a happy thing. Cultivation is actually climbing from a mountain of knives to a higher mountain of knives. Only when you reach the top of each mountain will you have a moment of comfort, but then you have to

Climb a higher mountain of swords, suffer more hardships, and suffer more torture!"

"This is cultivation!"
Chapter completed!
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