Under Xiao Ran's meticulous filial piety, Ling Zhouyue not only looked much better than before, but her skin was even more shiny and tender, not inferior to her first appearance. In just a few days, she actually gained ten kilograms of meat.

In the past, she would have to go out to cheat for drinking the next day. For example, Tianwa was pretending to be sick at home and occupied Xiao Ran’s eight-square-meter bed, and she could get her hands and eat.

After a few days, the most intense exercise she had ever done was fishing and swearing.

Lazy and enjoyable, she completely lost the handsome appearance of the sword-holder, and was as white as a little woman, with only a rich charm, even more so before.

One day, she finally realized something was wrong.

"Serious disciple, look at how fat I am!"

Xiao Ran said:

"Master, it's very easy for you to lose weight with magic."

"Spirit of weight loss is either a fool or will damage the spiritual veins. I want to exercise to lose weight. Draw the sword. Let me see if your swordsmanship has improved. Quickly!"

Xiao Ran ignored her and just kept busy and fucked her.

He doesn't want to be fucked to the ground by his master again...

Ling Zhouyue saw his concerns and said softly:

"I'll be gentle this time and I will definitely give you face. Let's fight for a while."

"If you don't come, you can find Chuyan."

"I want you!"

...

This day.

A fairy boat and an eagle falcon flew in the sky.
Chapter completed!