As a former Phoenix Messenger, she is the one who knows the legend of the Holy King and Queen best.

Regardless of whether Ren Kuangcheng admits it or not, he has a drop of the blood of the Holy King in his body.

The nine original attribute spiritual bodies are originally tools used to cultivate the Holy King.

It's just that Ren Kuang was compassionate and didn't eat it up. Instead, he gave the nine attributes of the spirit body a great opportunity.

Seeing Song Ya in a daze, Chen Qing felt happy for a while.

It's obvious that Song Ya and Ren Kuang haven't reached that stage yet.

"I'm kidding, my sister is tired too. Let me do these rough jobs. I'm used to it."

she said with a smile.

Song Ya secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She is indeed more traditional.

Although her heart is crazy, she also looks forward to a decent wedding.

After Song Ya exited, Chen Qing happily helped Ren Kuang undress.

He brought him a basin of hot water and wiped his body carefully.

Ren Kuang's body was turned into steel.

It cracked again and again, and was tempered again and again, becoming very tough and strong.

Moisturized by the blood pill and the power of faith, the wounds on his body have become scarred and fallen off.

The growth and evolution speed of cells is beyond imagination.

Chen Qing cleaned up carefully, like a gentle little wife, not sparing any place.

After washing three basins of blood, Chen Qing wiped Ren Kuang clean, white and fat.

Song Ya looked on from the outside, slightly ashamed.

If it were her, she might be able to do it, but she would never be as patient as Chen Qing.

There are so many confidantes around Ren Kuang, but only Chen Qing gives her the feeling of a good wife and loving mother.

"Senior Song Ya, you go and rest for a while. There will be a bonfire party in the evening, and everyone will sing, dance and celebrate together."

Song Ya nodded: "Then I'll ask sister Chen Qing to take care of Ren Kuang."

She ducked into the next room.

Chen Xi's villa has two floors and more than ten rooms.

Although she only lives in one, that's the rule.

It is a welfare that belongs to the villagers.

Chen Qing once again lifted a bucket of hot water from the boiler and walked into the room without changing her expression.

She gently placed a white towel on the bucket, bit her red lips lightly, and came to the bedside.

Looking at Ren Kuang's handsome face, a blush began to appear on her face.

Breathing gradually became faster.

She suddenly stretched out her slender hand and pinched Ren Kuang's cheek hard.

"You little bastard, you look like you're pretending to be sleeping."

Ren Kuang suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Chen Qing, his eyes twinkling.

"My skin is red because you wiped it with a towel. You still think it's not clean enough?"

"What are you using this bucket of water for?"

He glanced at the steaming bucket with an innocent look on his face.

Chen Qing smiled tenderly and said, "It's not for you anyway."

Ren Kuang's eyes lit up and he seemed to understand the purpose.

Chen Qing said shyly: "I haven't seen you for so long, I feel like the spirit energy is a little irritable."

Ren Kuangxin understood and suddenly opened the quilt.

"Okay, I'm a little tired. Come closer and I'll check it for you."

Chen Qing snorted, and like a kitten, she got rid of her restraints and got in.

"Senior Song Ya, you won't hear it, right?"

Ren Kuang looked outside the door worriedly.

Chen Qing sneered and said, "I think you really want Sister Song Ya to hear it, you little scoundrel."

There are three rooms separated by one floor.

But her ears were too strong. At this moment, Song Ya's breath was suffocated and her face turned red.

Damn it, I don’t have the habit of listening to the foot of the bed.

As expected, Chen Qing and Ren Kuang have been in love with each other for a long time.

She covered her ears, feeling a little feverish in them.

Then I simply blocked everything, sat cross-legged and meditated, and listened to nothing outside the window.

But after a while, she opened her eyes again, her face full of depression.

This heart is like lake water thrown into a boulder, causing ripples and unable to calm down for a long time.

She gritted her teeth, stamped her feet angrily, opened the door, and left quickly.

The noise was really too shameful and she couldn't bear it.

It's a shame that I'm still worried about his health.

This man really risked his life for this one bite.

Song Ya came to the square.

When everyone in Chenjia Village saw her, they all greeted her with smiles and respect on their faces.

Some old people and children even brought out the wild fruits and food collected at home to entertain her warmly, which made her feel the simplicity and kindness of the villagers.

But in my mind, there are always some indescribable images.

My heart is completely messed up.

Night falls.

Tonight is destined to be a carnival night.

After the disaster, no matter men, women, old or young, they all need a carnival to vent their emotions.

The bonfire was burning and the smell of barbecue filled the whole village.

Men, women, old and young all dressed up to attend.

After experiencing despair, I appreciate the present more.

No one bothered Ren Kuang.

Although everyone is concerned about him.

Chen Qing, after an hour-long spiritual energy conditioning, left the room with satisfaction.

Ren Kuang was left sleeping soundly.

I also had a rare dream.

In his dream, he came to a paradise on earth.

Two immortal old men were playing chess.

This strange chessboard is very familiar to Ren Kuang. It is exactly the pattern on the back of the Sheji Diagram.

The worlds of Chu, River and Han are respectively written with gods and demons.

The chessboards on both sides are not like chess, but like Go.

The chess pieces are strange tombstones.

The two old men were both wearing white robes and were spotless.

The old man on the left has a pale face and no beard.

The old man on the right has a beard as long as snow.

Except for their different beards, the two of them seemed to be cut from the same mold.

His eyes were clear, as deep as a pool, without any fluctuation.

The tombstone is a chess piece, and the two sides have already set up their positions.

But most of the tombstones are dull, and only a few are shining.
To be continued...