The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

"Shengqing, can you lower your cultivation level and try it with me?" After a month of training that almost exhausted himself, with only ten days left before he had to travel to the Northern Territory, Yu Mian felt that such training did not seem to reach the limit of what he could endure, so he made this request to Shengqing.

Sheng Qing, who had been accompanying her in cultivation and restoring his spiritual power over the past two days, raised his eyebrows and became somewhat interested. "Okay."

"But the fight should be more exciting..."

Yu Mian took a step back and said, "I want you to practice with me, not to compete with me."

When it comes to combat experience, there is a huge gap between me and her. If we were to fight, wouldn't I be a living death sentence?

No way, no way!

"In this way... if Mian'er touches my body once, Mian'er wins, and I have to completely suppress her for Mian'er to lose." Sheng Qing put away her gorgeous clothes and changed into a black suit. The simple black suit that fit her waist perfectly showed off her slender waist.

The long hair was also tied up in a crown and with a wooden hairpin.

She is over 1.78 meters tall, and with the crown she looks like she is over 1.80 meters tall, with long arms and legs, a waist as plump as a willow, and a complexion as white as jade.

It was the first time that Yu Mian saw Sheng Qing dressed like this. He was much more handsome than her feminine look, but he was not wearing men's clothes. Instead, he was dressed in a neutral style, and he looked like a woman that could be recognized by the naked eye.

Without the softness of her hairpin skirt, her sharp aura was like a black and gold rapier that drew blood the moment it was unsheathed.

She held the spear in her hand, took a look, blushed and turned her head away, but then felt it was a pity not to look again, so she raised her head and looked back.

No, that's too cool...

She turned her eyes away again and raised her hand to cover her nose. She was not a fangirl, but this was her fiancée, who was so beautiful, sassy, ​​delicate and charming...

I quietly took out the photo stone, recorded it, and looked at it every day.

She wants to keep it forever.

Sheng Qing stood about ten steps away, looking at the appearance of his own fool. He narrowed his eyes slightly and raised the corners of his eyes. In this look, he looked like a dragon and a phoenix, dignified and unparalleled.

It turns out that Mian'er prefers this look...

Yu Mian hadn't even held the photo stone firmly in her hand when she saw Sheng Qing walking towards her. His waist was slender but very strong, swaying slightly as he walked.

The tassels of the twin jade pendants on her waist also swayed slightly.

Her chin was lifted up, and the five fingers changed from stroking to clamping, pinching Yu Mian's neck, as if trying to lift her up with one hand.

The feeling of Yu Mian is just that it is so cool... lightly sticking to the skin, like a restraint and a caress.

Especially that beautiful lady, who leaned towards him slightly, scratched her neck with her fingertips, leaving a red mark, her eyes slightly curved, and spoke softly: "Mian'er lost..."

Yu Mian then realized that she was being strangled. If she had used a little more force, she might have felt uncomfortable, but she was so seductive by the beauty that she didn't notice this at all.

She gently hugged Sheng Qing with both hands. She thought, if she lost, she lost. Now she just wanted to hug him and enjoy Sister Sa's hug.

This waist... is amazing...

"Let me hold you for a while..." Her voice was gentle, but her arms were getting tighter and tighter, her fingertips were touching her waist little by little, and her face was as red as a red egg during the Chinese New Year.

Sheng Qing was helpless. It turned out that this coward would one day take the initiative like this. He raised his hand and touched his face, feeling even more satisfied with the good looks of the human form.

Although it is not as majestic and domineering as the original body...

After the heat in his brain cooled down, Yu Mian reluctantly let go of his hand, and then his brain nerves resumed functioning, "You lose too!"

She bumped into the other person!

The two are tied for the time being.

Sheng Qing casually suppressed his cultivation to the middle stage of the Golden Core, and did not even plan to use any magic, preparing to fight Yu Mian purely with his physical body.

After each of them took three steps back.

Yu Mian saw that pretty face again. This was the best example of a tall and graceful girl.

In just a moment of distraction, someone grabbed his neck from behind, locking his throat with his fingertips stuck in his vital point.

Yu Mian coughed lightly, turned around and raised his hand to stop, "Wait, I can't continue like this!"

She searched inside the ring and finally found a thin mask and handed it to Shengqing, "Put it on and let's continue."

Sheng Qing found it funny, but was also very pleased that Mian'er liked this appearance so much. He stretched out his five fingers to push back the mask, "No need..."

Afterwards, that cold and beautiful face, like that of a banished immortal, seemed to be covered by fog, and it was impossible to see clearly. The more one wanted to look at it carefully, the less clear it became.

Yu Mian's jumping deer finally stopped and patted his chest, "Okay, come on!"

Shengqing stood still, waiting for her to make a move.

Until Yu Mian's gun was about to pierce her face, the figure remained where she was. Yu Mian was suspicious but did not stop. She believed that she posed no threat to Sheng Qing.

The spear was like a dragon, piercing straight through the figure.

I only poked at the air.

A chill hit the back of my neck, which was the breath left by Shengqing's light hum after he deliberately approached me.

The butt of Yu Mian's gun turned around and was stabbed, but was pinched by two fingers and pushed back. He took several steps back before he could stabilize himself.

Her hair stood on end. This feeling was too bad. She felt like she was being completely manipulated and there was no trace of flaw.

Sheng Qing's deep voice rang out from all directions, "My cultivation is at the middle stage of the Golden Core, but I can defeat you because of my soul's reaction and foresight."

"Rich combat experience can..." She trained Yu Mian while fighting with her. Her hands were not very honest and she touched the little girl who was attacked from both sides.

Yu Mian listened with his ears, and his chest and lower back were touched, which made his silver teeth feel like they were broken.

This bastard, he is just teaching, why is he moving around?

But why is it that even though his cultivation is obviously higher than hers, he still can’t track her down? Sheng Qing can’t fool her, right?

Impossible. If you want to scare her, there is no need to explain so much.

That is, she used a special secret method to focus her spiritual power into her eyes.

Break the delusion!

A hand that even looked casual and slow came towards his chest. Yu Mian raised his gun to block it, then thrust his right hand towards the palm of his hand.

As the forces exchanged, a wave of energy vibrated.

Hit!

Shengqing clasped his palms together, feeling itchy... as if someone had touched him gently.

A chuckle came, "Not bad, continue..."

Hearing this laughter, Yu Mian felt as if a nerve had been touched, and his whole body seemed to be filled with blood.

She is obviously good at it!

Whether in bed or in battle!

The aura on his body rose an inch, the gun was swung horizontally, and his ears were erected to capture the opponent's position.

This one-sided bullying finally ended when Yu Mian was exhausted. Mobilizing all the senses of the body to capture the whereabouts of the prey was really a very exhausting task.

In the past, I had enough physical strength to fight for several hours continuously, but now I feel like I’m drained after less than two hours.

Yu Mian learned a lot from the battle, for example, he had to concentrate his whole body and soul like a skilled hunter, coordinating all his senses and not slacking off for even a moment.