"Come, let the master feel your bones, see how your cultivation aptitude is."
Embracing Hu Qing who had bumped into his arms, Lu Bei first rubbed her little chin, then touched the two hands and legs, and finally passed her waist and stopped on her back.
"Don't be scared, your back is very straight. When Old Master first accepted me, he did the same."
"Hmm~"
Hu Qing's face turned red, and she pushed out her not-so-small chest. She was quite embarrassed, and only felt her leader's hand was as if it had magical power, it left a warm heat current wherever it passed.
Although it was annoying, she didn't hate it.
"Nice, indeed a good clothes rack."
"Master?"
"A Slip of the tongue, I meant to praise you for your good body for cultivation."
By the door, She Huan hugged her arms and leaned against the door frame with a sneer, showing disdain.
As expected, Lu Bei's friend with a pet demon turned out to be himself.
