Sauter stood still in front of the two of them, and when he saw Char, his eyes flickered a few times.

Qianli noticed that he was carrying the magic weapon he had given to Char before.

Char suddenly said to Sutter, "Sutter, this is my wife Qianli. I brought her here to meet you today, hoping to get your blessing."

Qianli's heart moved, and he turned his head to "look" at Char.

Soter seemed to be unconscious, and looked blank.

Char didn't care, and continued: "I'm going to hold a grand wedding for Qianli, are you willing to be our witness?"

Salter still didn't respond.

"Brother." Char took his shoulder and said cautiously, "Don't worry, you will soon recover your mind and start again. As a demonized family, we already have the qualifications to establish the world. So, come with me. Create a new realm, and your name will one day be known to the world, not as the genius Sot of the Odin family, but as the devil Sot of the turbid land."

Sauter's eyes faintly revealed a few rays of light, and his right hand was slowly raised and stopped in the air.

Char held it tightly: "Good job, brother!"

The author has something to say: Do you want to write about the long night of Qianli and Char in the dark realm in the next chapter...

☆186, The Night of Sinking

Char took a thousand miles to walk around the dark area, collected a lot of information about the magic plant and the structure of the magic pattern, set up a tent that night, and found a flat place to camp.

Char dragged a thick-skinned, sturdy, horned shòu. There are no wild boars in the dark realm, so he can only retreat, but this kind of turbid shòu must not be tasted for thousands of miles, so Char's teeth are good, and he likes chewy ròu.

The shòuròu was roasted so oily and fragrant that it caused the surrounding turbid creatures to be restless. If it wasn't for Charle, they would probably have rushed over. In this world, these two are probably the only ones who dare to do barbecues in the dark realm.

Qianli faced the flickering firelight, felt the temperature of the flame, and suddenly remembered the days she had experienced with Char, and she often camped outside as now.

When Char couldn't speak, she taught him to say it; when he didn't want to take a bath, she washed him; when he didn't wipe his hands when he was eating, she helped him wipe... Just like raising a child, he corrected his living habits little by little, He was dragged out of loneliness, and he also found support for himself and stood by each other.

"Qianli, what are you laughing at?" Charles leaned over, looking at the smile on the corner of her mouth, his heart was itching.

"It's nothing." Qianli restrained his expression, took out a dagger and cut a piece of ròu from the roasted ròu, handed it to Char's mouth, and said, "Try it, see how cooked it is?"

Char swallowed it in one gulp, humming a few times, indicating that he was cooked with satisfaction. Then, he took out a fresh fruit drink and ròugān from his space buckle and handed it to Qianli. He remembered to prepare food for Qianli, but he didn't save a few wild boars for himself.

This man, always inadvertently showed his tenderness and thoughtfulness.

"Qianli." Char Nunu pouted, showing the side of his face that was stained with scum, motioning Qianli to wipe it for him.

He was holding ròu with both hands, his face was greasy, and he had no image... well, most of the time he was still very naive.

Qianli took out the wet wipes and carefully wiped him clean. As soon as he retracted his hand, Charle leaned over and stole a kiss on her face.

"Don't lick my face when you're eating." Qianli Huo slapped him.

Char hey hey smile, no pain or itching. When he turned his head, he saw a figure suddenly appeared not far away, squatting on the ground and watching them silently.

"Sott, here, take a piece." Char bit all the ròu in his hand into his mouth, then cut a large piece again and threw it to Sauter.

Sauter jumped and caught it accurately.

This is dog training...

Char didn't care at all, probably in his heart, turbid creatures should just... escape.

Sauter finished solving the roast in a few times, and instantly dodged to the other side of the fire, his eyes fell on the remaining roast, his expression sullen and focused.

Char was rarely generous with his food. He raised his hands and lowered his hands. He divided the roasted ròu in two, and gave the other half to Sauter.

Even if human beings are turbidized, the memory of past preferences still remains in the brain. Eating cooked food has always been a living habit that distinguishes humans from animals. Although blood can make them excited, and even increase their appetite, it can't make them feel really happy.

Char's transformation probably started from eating cooked ròu.

A meal was eaten late into the night. Charl sent Sot away, who was still in the mood, and then neatly set up a tent and lit up a small star lamp (a natural lamp only slightly larger than a firefly that can absorb sunlight), although it would be a long way to go without lighting a lamp. There is no difference in words, but Charle likes to see thousands of miles surrounded by dots of light, it's beautiful.

In the dark world, the small tent glows dimly and softly, like a sky lantern in the night sky. Although it does not illuminate the endless darkness, it warms two firm hearts.

The sky and the earth were vast and quiet, as if only the two of them existed, and all the chills were kept out of the tent.

Qianli sat on the carpet, concentrating on depicting the magic plant. They searched for a lot of magic pattern rules in the dark domain, and they studied it carefully. Before, because was concerned about the power of the magic weapon, had not studied it seriously. But now she has discovered another possibility from Soter—magic energy may enable turbid creatures to evolve their intelligence faster.

When he was concentrating on the depiction, a pair of hands suddenly came over from behind and encircled Qianli's waist.

Qianli did not evade, because there must be no mistakes in the portrayed movements, otherwise the rules will not be formed, and she must concentrate on it.

Seeing that she didn't resist, the people behind her became even more arrogant, carefully pulled up the corners of her clothes, and put their hands into the clothes.

The moment the rough big hand touched the skin, Qianli trembled slightly, and couldn't help but reprimanded: "Don't make trouble."

The big hand paused for a moment, and then continued to climb up along the belly, fingers slid across the corset, penetrated, wrapped, and played.

Qianli was stiff all over, and seeing that the painting was about to be completed, he had to grit his teeth to hold back, thinking that he would be cleaned up later.

Charle was having fun, sticking to Qianli's back, biting her earlobe lightly, and grinding her teeth meticulously.

The teeth were sharp, and there was a slight tingling and a tingling sensation from the earlobe.

Charl stroked the plump and rounded body with one hand, opened the waist button of a thousand miles with the other, touched the private territory, and tangled at the stamens, nostalgic and reciprocating.

Qianli breathed rapidly, and when Char's fingers stretched in, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and dropped the magic plant in his hand to stop his more and more arrogant movements.

With a click, the magic plant that fell to the ground broke, and the rules disappeared.

"Look at your good deeds!" Qianli was furious.

Char rubbed her neck soothingly, smiling heartlessly, but he didn't withdraw the hand that had penetrated into the secret place, and kept fiddling on the edge.

Qianli's face turned red, he didn't move, he didn't move, and his whole body seemed to be unable to exert any strength.

"It's late at night, it's not suitable for work." Char overwhelmed her and whispered in her ear.

"You..." Qianli was about to scold him, to save face for himself, but was kissed by the keen Charl.

Char's comprehension in this regard is amazing, and now he seems to be a master at tuning, his kissing skills are even more incomparable, his tongue dances flexibly, and Qianli's mind is lost in a moment.

Pushing Qianli's shirt to his shoulders, Charles pinched the bulge on the left while holding the red bean on the right.

The strong body was constantly rubbing against the tender skin for thousands of miles, the trousers were pulled down to the knees, and the wet kiss went all the way down.

"Don't...don't lick..." Qianli crossed his legs, his voice trembling.

Char tossed the clothes aside, spread her legs, and buried her head in them...

"Um... um... Char..."

Char's eyes were full of yù, panting heavily, trying his best to please the people below him.

It wasn't until he smelled the moving honey fragrance that he straightened his body, supported her waist, looked yùyù towards the center, and stabbed it fiercely.

"Ah!" Qianli bowed slightly, wrapped his legs around Char's waist, and tugged the blanket under him with both hands, accepting waves of fierce attacks from Char.

The tent swayed with it, and two overlapping figures appeared on the tent, excited and confused.

In the surrounding darkness, countless glowing eyes flashed, as if responding to the intermittent groans of the tent, all kinds of low-pitched roars came one after another, like the gathering of dull thunder, wave after wave.

Most of the turbidized creatures have lost the xingyù, and generally do not know how to reproduce independently, so the turbidized creatures rarely have offspring.

But this night, Qianli and Char's qíngyù affected the biological changes in the entire dark realm, allowing them to experience the ultimate pleasure indirectly, and gradually generate consciousness...

Sauter sat on the tree, looked at his erect lower body, and then looked at the tent, there was an intermittent grunt in his throat, and his breathing became a little short.

He jumped down and took a few steps to the vicinity of the hood, listening to the fine moans inside, his heartbeat became more and more disordered, and he wanted to do something.

After being stiff for a moment, he finally couldn't help reaching out to lift a corner of the tent, just in time to see Jiāo's long legs folded on the man's waist, the pair of straight and standing jade rabbits in the man's hands, looking extraordinarily delicate and lovely. The long black hair spread out, setting off the woman's skin to be flawless and white, in stark contrast to the dark and firm man. The two of them moved rhythmically, as if they were performing some kind of sacred ceremony, making people unable to take their eyes off of them.

At this moment, Sauter jumped back sharply, swiftly dodging the sudden attack.

"Sott, don't peek." Char's hoarse voice was filled with displeasure, and he exuded coercion, silently warning all the surrounding wild shòu groups who were excited.