Tang Luo looked at An Lan and smiled, but his eyes remained on his purple pajamas.

This kind of pajama is quite creative in the design of some key parts.

"You can see it too..."

An Lan noticed Tang Luo's hot gaze and her face turned redder, but she did not cover the quilt immediately.

She also likes and enjoys this feeling...

"What should I do then? I have to imagine it. You won't show it if you have too many."

Tang Luo curled his lips.

"Then I can't show you this way..."

An Lan whispered shyly.

"Hehe, OK, then look in person..."

Tang Luo suddenly felt that he could not continue to chat like this. He hadn't had that much more than so many days. If he had a nosebleed after chatting for a while, it would be so embarrassing.

"I won't show you in person."

After An Lan finished speaking, she pulled the quilt on her body again.

"When will you come back, Tang Luo."

"It's hard to say, maybe it's more than ten days, maybe it's longer."

Tang Luo thought about it and replied.

"Well, then be careful and be careful. If you have nothing to do at night, just start a video with me."

"Haha, OK."

Tang Luo nodded with a smile.

The two of them had been having sex for more than an hour before they reluctantly died.

Tang Luo shook his head and put down his cell phone.

He didn't think much about it, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do the serious business next time.

Tang Luo sat cross-legged and soon entered the state of cultivation.

The next day.

Tang Luo got up and felt that before his condition had recovered from injury, his purpose of practicing hard was not only healing the wound, but also facing unknown dangers in the future.

Furthermore, he has to improve his realm and prepare for the future face of the Blood Prison Pavilion.

Tang Luo finished washing up and came out of the room.

"Logo."

The tanks and several people said hello.

"How are your injuries?"
Chapter completed!