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802. Boiled Frog

Luo Qingyu knew that he was using the soul sound transmission technique, and he could send the sound directly to her ears without opening his mouth. She did not have such ability yet, and could not speak in the water, so she could only nodded slightly.

A smile appeared on the corner of Indra's lips, and the smile was so charming in the water. He began to transmit the sound technique.

Luo Qingyu was originally extremely smart. Besides, she had been in Luojia Mountain for a while. She understood those terms almost a command and was an action. Every action was done in a very harmonious and natural way...

A hint of appreciation flashed in Indra's eyes.

Such a smart disciple is rare. Perhaps he can really help her succeed in cultivating immortals and stay by his side forever-[

Luo Qingyu changed various movements from time to time according to the magic tricks he said, and his mindfulness slowly flowed into his body like a tide, becoming more and more lively and abundant...

It's strange that half an hour has passed, but she doesn't feel any depression.

It is like the pores in the whole body can breathe. The lake water flowing around her is the flowing air, allowing her to absorb all the nutrients in it—

And Di Shiyin always stayed with her at the bottom of the water.

He had been half floating and half sinking beside her, and his dark eyes were staring at her reaction.

After about half an hour, he said in a deep voice: "Qingyu, the following steps will be a little sad. If you bear it, you can't help but make a gesture to your teacher. Your teacher will save you!"

Luo Qingyu was inconvenient to speak, so he nodded.

Indra's face looked slightly solemn, and he began to stir the surrounding lake water with both hands, so that they could flow faster and have a higher temperature—

Another half an hour passed, and sweat beads faintly emerged from Luo Qingyu's nose. She also sensed the hotter and hotter temperature around her, making her feel less and less comfortable.

He wants to boil the frog in warm water?

Sweat beads gradually emerged from her skin, but the mind power in her body flowed faster and more urgently...

It felt like a crab running into a steamer, and it felt so wet inside and outside.

Her pretty face gradually turned red like a crab's shell...

So sad! She was so sad that she wanted to jump out in an instant

"Qingyu, hold on for a while." Indra's voice sounded in her ears at the right time: "It's almost done!"

Luo Qingyu gritted his teeth and endured it hard, okay, she insisted again!

As long as it is not cooked, she will succeed-

Hot sweat came out layer by layer, and was washed away by the hot water around it.

Luo Qingyu finally understood in his heart that he had just thrown her in for Mao. If he was wearing a dress, his skin would not be able to really contact the surrounding clear water, nor could he breathe freely...[

I don’t know how long it took, just when Luo Qingyu thought he was about to be cooked, the mental power that was being held in his body suddenly rushed like a certain stagnant position.

Just as a strong dam was swept through a big gap, her whole body suddenly felt hot, and the mental power that had been rushing around finally rushed out of a passage, and her whole body seemed to have immediately lightened a few pounds-

Di Shiyin kept staring at her. Although he looked calm, he was extremely nervous.
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