Dressed as a game card, the summoner is a cute loli

Chen Xian paused, looked down, and saw Mu Qinghuang's soft hand gently pinching his wrist.

A cold, cool touch spread from the mithril wristband all the way up to the nerve center.

It was like eating a mint candy or drinking a bottle of ice-cold fat otaku happy water. Chen Xian felt refreshed and his brain felt unprecedentedly cool.

"Just touching it can make me feel refreshed. Could this woman be a mint spirit?"

A hint of unexpected surprise flashed across the depths of Chen Xian's pupils.

But he quickly calmed down and thought about Mu Qinghuang's problem.

Forgot something?

He didn't miss anything.

As soon as he won the duel, he let An Keer choose the [Pure White Winged Angel] costume, ending this ridiculous dispute.

He also set the order for the defensive shadow of the Fighting God Arena to release and use talents, skills and equipment when facing challenges.

What else is there besides these?

Chen Xian scratched his helmet in confusion.

"The big can is Sister Qing Huang's knee pillow. This is also the reward for your victory!"

At the critical moment, An Ke'er's cute voice sounded and woke Chen Xian up.

"what?"

Chen Xian opened his mouth and looked at Mu Qinghuang, who had long hair like a waterfall and a fairy-like figure.

"So you're here to fulfill your promise?"

"I am willing to accept the loss and keep my word. I approve of it."

"Forget the knee pillow, just let go."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Chen Xian finished speaking, Mu Qinghuang's red lips raised a strong arc, and then she took a step forward, her black hair flying, and her 1.8-meter tall and graceful body instantly approached Chen Xian.

Her icy-soft hand showed no sign of loosening, and the index finger of her other hand was bent into a ring, gently lifting Chen Xian's chin.

She raised her beautiful face, looked directly at Chen Xian with her phoenix eyes, and spoke in a tone as noble as a queen.

"Little Green Card, I have my own ideas on how to proceed, and I don't need you to tell me what to do."

"There is no room for you to refuse this matter."

Chen Xian's forehead was filled with black lines.

What the hell? He didn't want to take advantage, but he was forced to do so by the person involved?

Little did she know, Mu Qinghuang couldn't understand why this guy could behave so calmly in front of her.

Her naturally beautiful face and figure give her unparalleled charm.

Whether in the game or in reality, she has countless suitors, just like a swarm of fish in the sea.

She was tired of hearing words like "goddess", "school beauty", "fairy" and so on.

She had seen too many fiery, greedy, and longing gazes and had long been numb to them.

Including at this moment, the eyes of the surrounding players would linger on her from time to time.

Only the silver-armored warrior's eyes were clear and transparent. Mu Qinghuang could be sure that he was not playing hard to get, but was truly ignoring her attraction.

For a moment, in addition to strength, Mu Qinghuang was also curious about Chen Xian in other aspects.

At the same time, she felt a little dissatisfied.

So she opened her bright red lips, blew a breath of orchid fragrance towards Chen Xian, and whispered.

"Little Green Card, you really don't have any romantic thoughts about my legs?"

"If you look down, I don't believe your eyes are empty."

Chen Xian frowned, looked down, and then was stunned.

Legs? Where are the legs?

All that occupied the view were two plump and full clusters of flesh that were so close to people.

It’s all because the black lady in front of me was too close.

"What's wrong? Little Green Card, are you fascinated by your sister's figure?"

Noticing Chen Xian's strange expression, Mu Qinghuang was neither embarrassed nor annoyed, but instead teased him.

"Cough cough!"

Chen Xian also realized his own loss of composure, so he withdrew his gaze and coughed twice to ease the embarrassment.

"Little Green Card, don't be shy, come with your sister."

"Sister always keeps her word and does what she says. I can't make an exception for you."

After saying that, under the murderous gazes of the nearby players, Chen Xian was forcibly dragged by Mu Qinghuang to a seat on the steps at the edge of the Fighting God Arena.

She put her hands behind her snow-white neck and lifted it outwards.

Instantly, her smooth, black hair transformed into a dynamic piece of silk, rising in a considerable arc. Seizing this opportunity, Mu Qinghuang gently lowered her hips and sat on the pale pink viewing seat.

Her two long legs leaned inwards slightly and then stuck together perfectly.

Chen Xian's expression changed slightly.

Mu Qinghuang's beautiful legs are not only slender and well-proportioned, but also white, smooth and spotless. The surface of her skin faintly emits a fluorescent glow, which is magnificent, as if it is a piece of exquisite work of art.

Mu Qinghuang pulled the hem of her black skirt and lifted it up slightly, revealing a part of her plump thighs.

"Clap!"

Then, she patted her legs, a gentle ripple appeared in her pupils, and she extended an invitation to Chen Xian.

"Come on, little green card, lie down obediently."

"You should feel honored. Besides Xiao Ke'er, you are the second person that I can use as a lap pillow for."

"..."

Although it feels weird, I feel uncomfortable.

But Mu Qinghuang invited me many times, and it was hard to refuse her kindness. It would be impolite to refuse again.

Besides, the summoner and she were good friends, and Chen Xian didn't want to jeopardize their relationship. So he simply lay down in the spectator's seat, resting his head on Mu Qinghuang's legs.

"Ok?"

As soon as his head touched the jade legs, Chen Xian realized something was wrong.

A cool feeling came from the back of my head and went straight to my head.

It seemed that what he was resting his head on was not Mu Qinghuang's jade legs, but a piece of cold jade or black ice.

An endless stream of coolness poured into Chen Xian's mind, and then turned into a cool breeze, sweeping away all the accumulated distracting thoughts in Chen Xian's mind.

For a moment, Chen Xian felt his head was cool, his mind was clear, and even his thoughts were running much faster.

"This is too amazing. Could it be that Qing Huang has some special talent?"

Chen Xian marveled at it and speculated at the same time.

"How is it? Big Can, I didn't lie to you, Sister Qinghuang's knee pillow is really comfortable."

At this time, An Keer said to Chen Xian with her hands on her hips proudly.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

"Big Can, just lie down nicely, I'll make you more comfortable."

"More comfortable?"

Chen Xian was full of doubts, but before he could figure out what was going on, An Ke'er came from beside him and stood behind his head.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Xian felt a soft touch on his shoulders.

"Hey, Big Can, you've been working hard all this time. Let me give you a massage."

An Ke'er's childish yet serious voice came from the side of my ear.

Chen Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.

Although the summoner is silly, he is really nice to him. There is nothing to say.

In that case, let’s enjoy it.

So Chen Xian closed his eyes comfortably.

But at this moment, a familiar fragrance came into his nose.