Qing Leng Xianzun is a milk cub

About me molesting Xuying!

Meng Hongyi is not interested in storytelling and sleeping services.

He felt that there was something wrong with the tender phantom in front of him. Qingxuan, who had always been indifferent, could be such a phantom with part of his spiritual energy! ?

It's so wrong!

Thinking this way, Meng Hongyi was determined to test this phantom with a real body.

"Tell me a story first!" Meng Hongyi deliberately used a very harsh tone of command. He thought for a while, if he spoke to Qingxuan in this tone, he would inevitably be reprimanded and beaten.

But... the Qingxuan in front of him didn't have the slightest anger in his eyes. Instead, he just sat on the bench and looked at Meng Hongyi with a slight smile, "Then let me tell you a story about the little white rabbit?"

Meng Hongyi: It is not only strange to say such words in a serious and gentle tone, but also like a strange uncle who abducts and sells ignorant children.

If it weren't for Qingxuan's personable and extraordinary bearing.

A serious brat would be called a mentally handicapped pervert.

Seeing that Meng Hongyi didn't respond, Qingxuan began to tell children's stories on his own.

The so-called story of the little white rabbit is that familiar and extremely old-fashioned story. Meng Hongyi was not willing to listen to it when he was a child. He did not expect that now that he is an adult, someone still whispers it in his ear with tenderness.

After finishing the story, Qingxuan carefully observed Meng Hongyi who looked dull, "Is it... I told it too badly? Or is this story too boring?"

Meng Hongyi shook his head.

Qingxuan has worked very hard to tell this story vividly and interestingly, but this story is really boring...

"Is there anything else you want me to do?" Qing Xuan asked again.

Meng Hongyi expressed that he was very distressed. He intended to irritate this phantom of Qingxuan and let him reveal his true face. He never thought...

This thing has a good temper too!

Meng Hongyi sighed and supported his head, not knowing what to say for a while.

Qingxuan asked again blankly: "What else do you need me to do?"

Meng Hongyi: Qingxuan asked again: "Is there anything else I need to do?"

Meng Hongyi: The conversation between the two of them was repeated like this five or six times, and Meng Hongyi finally realized that this thing—it would only repeat such a sentence, unless he told the phantom what to do next.

So, isn't this phantom just a puppet that meets the needs!

Thinking of this, Meng Hongyi suddenly became interested again, and there was only one idea that kept popping up in his head: Isn't it possible to do whatever you want!

The daring Meng Hongyi showed a sinister smile, and directly stretched out his hand to pinch Qingxuan's face fiercely. He wanted to do this early in the morning, but he never practiced it because of cowardice.

Qingxuan, who was pinched in the face, opened his big ignorant eyes and asked mechanically: "Is there anything else I need to do?"

Sure enough, the situation was exactly the same as what Meng Hongyi had guessed.

In the following time, Meng Hongyi retaliated and rubbed the face of Qingxuan's differentiated phantom.

And the phantom who was caught didn't resist from the beginning to the end, but just asked repeatedly in a daze: Is there anything else I can do?

After rubbing a whole cup of tea...

Meng Hongyi was finally tired from rubbing, and also felt refreshed, and... that phantom's white and tender face was also flushed from rubbing.

After sighing softly, Meng Hongyi finally realized what the problem was. This thing blushed like a monkey's butt. When Qingxuan came back later—how should I explain it?

Meng Hongyi, who was at a loss what to do, was already on the verge of crying.

He only wanted to have fun for a while, but completely forgot the consequences. Not only did he think he was unlucky, but he also said he deserved it!

And at this time, the phantom asked again: Is there anything else I need to do?

Meng Hongyi felt that although his idea sounded stupid, he still asked tentatively, "Can you restore your face to normal?"

The phantom tilted his head and glanced at Meng Hongyi. He tried to understand the meaning of the words, and then...he repeated the words again.

Meng Hongyi knew that what he said just now was in vain.

This thing is not intelligent enough to understand too complicated things, and its abilities are not diverse enough to be outstanding.

In the final analysis, this is - Qingxuan can't do it!

Annoyed, Meng Hongyi patted his forehead, trying to use his shallow knowledge to solve this problem, and then he wondered if the reason why his face was red from being rubbed was because of the heat generated by friction, which made his face red?

Determined to give it a try, Meng Hongyi stood up, leaned forward, pursed his mouth and exhaled on Qingxuan's face, with a very clear purpose...to cool down his face.

Qingxuan blinked, as if he didn't quite understand Meng Hongyi's confusing behavior.

But Meng Hongyi just tried, and almost died of blowing, his face was still so red, and it didn't change at all.

He was so tired that he was on his hips, panting heavily.

Mostly because it was blowing too hard and his head was a little lack of oxygen, Meng Hongyi saw things in front of him a little blurry, and he could even see double images in the blink of an eye.

Vaguely, Meng Hongyi felt that the red mark on the phantom's face seemed to have faded a lot.

This time, he took a deep breath and let it out violently.

As a result, he didn't stand firmly, and his body fell forward without warning, and he was about to hit the phantom.

Meng Hongyi was so nervous that he closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look at them at all.

Caught and kissed.

When Meng Hongyi opened his eyes again, his mouth was still pressed against Qingxuan's cheek, and his body was surrounded.

This is... was played?

Meng Hongyi thought he would fall heavily, but he was caught firmly?

Couldn't it be... This wooden lump has opened up?

"What were you doing just now?" Qing Xuan asked coldly.

embarrassed...

The person he is kissing right now is clearly Qingxuan himself.

"You...you listen to my explanation."

Meng Hongyi shrank into Qingxuan's arms in a panic, "I was just now, he seemed to be shy with this phantom, and then said that his face was uncomfortable, so I helped him blow it up."

Meng Hongyi obviously stuttered when he lied this time.

And the reason is extremely nonsense.

"is it?"

Qingxuan's tone was no longer dubious, he didn't believe Meng Hongyi's words at all, and threatened: "I'll give you another chance to explain."

"What I said is true." Meng Hongyi pretended to be wronged and picked his fingers.

Not long after he acted, Qingxuan ruthlessly exposed him.

"This incorporeal body is closely related to me. Everything he has experienced will be felt very clearly when I take him back. Do you still insist on the explanation just now?"

Meng Hongyi knew that he had failed in his sophistry, so he could only stick out his tongue helplessly, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Qingxuan, who was not angry at first, naturally didn't blame too much, but said lightly: "If you want to rub my face, you can just say it, if you have... other thoughts, you can just say it, there is no need to touch a phantom who doesn't understand anything. .”

Meng Hongyi subconsciously agreed.

Suddenly, he realized something was wrong!

Isn't the other thoughts that Qingxuan said are pro...

This is really a big misunderstanding, he didn't intend to kiss Qingxuan on the cheek, everything was just an accident.

Meng Hongyi, who was shouting silently in his heart, did not shake off the matter. He felt that catering to Qingxuan's thoughts at the moment was the most correct decision, otherwise—whether Qi Qingxuan would suddenly get angry and want revenge.

"Have you found out the matter? And... why did you come back suddenly? Could it be that you have encountered some danger?" Meng Hongyi asked.

"This matter is still a bit complicated. The demon cultivator has not shown up again. As for the empty street, it is just an illusion." Qingxuan explained.

Meng Hongyi was a little puzzled, "So...we both fell under the illusion? When did it happen...how did I not notice it?"

"It's a big illusion. It's not cast on individuals. It's formed through a special formation spell. He will let people who step into the area see the illusion."

After Qingxuan's rough explanation, Meng Hongyi finally understood.

"So this demon cultivator planned it long ago, but why did he do it? Obviously...we didn't suffer any losses, nor were we injured." Meng Hongyi asked.

Qingxuan shook his head. After he found out the truth of this matter, he was also a little puzzled. All that Moxiu had done did not make much sense, at least it seemed to be the case at present, "Maybe they are still testing my strength, they dare not rashly action."

"Maybe it is—" Meng Hongyi also couldn't figure it out, his brain was not very good at first, so he just joined in the fun of such a complicated matter.

Qingxuan thought for a while, and then said: "There is a very important thing, we have to hurry up and finish it now."

As soon as the words fell, Meng Hongyi looked at Qingxuan in a daze.

"I just went out not only to investigate that matter, but also went to the Treasure Pavilion. Fortunately, I found a treasure." Qingxuan said, mysteriously taking out an exquisite wooden box.

Meng Hongyi opened the wooden box, and a strange fragrance escaped instantly. Just by smelling the smell, one knew that the things contained in the box must be extraordinary.

He fixed his eyes and saw that there was a black pill the size of a red bean in the box—to be precise, it was a mud pill.

"What is this?"

"This is a elixir made from the essence of a thousand-year-old ginseng, combined with other herbs. It can greatly increase your strength and allow you to fight in the next mysterious fire realm." Qingxuan explained road.

Wannian ginseng?

For a moment, Meng Hongyi was really worried that he would not be able to absorb it, but Qingxuan had already planned this way, so there must be no major problem.

He took the pill out of the wooden box and put it directly into his mouth.

"Hold it in your mouth first, don't swallow it directly." Qing Xuan was telling, but it was already too late.

Just now, the greedy Meng Hongyi discovered that the elixir was actually sweet, so he quickly chewed it twice before swallowing it.

Meng Hongyi complained resentfully: "I didn't say it earlier, I have already swallowed it."

Qingxuan propped his head in distress, he really didn't expect Meng Hongyi's movements to be so fast, he swallowed the elixir as soon as he took it out.

"Am I... am I going to die?" Meng Hongyi immediately thought of the person in the martial arts novel who accidentally ate the peerless herbal medicine and died directly because he could not absorb the power of the medicine.

Qingxuan looked at Meng Hongyi helplessly, "With me here, how could you die so easily? It is true that your body cannot absorb such a powerful medicine, but... I can share some of it for you."

As soon as the words fell, Qingxuan was ready to take off Meng Hongyi's clothes so that the medicine could be distributed quickly.

Meng Hongyi was shocked, "What—what are you doing!?"

"Of course it's to help you absorb the power of the medicine." Qingxuan thought for a while, then said lightly: "If you wait any longer, your little body may really be torn apart."

Meng Hongyi, who thought it was a threat, suddenly felt that his dantian was hot, but it became hotter and hotter after a few breaths, and he was overwhelmed by unbearable pain.

Not daring to neglect any longer, he quickly took off his clothes.

The author says:

The other one is still in the liver, the exam is over, and it will resume stable at [-]:[-] tomorrow!