Master is reciting the mantra

It was dark all around, and there was a sweet and greasy fragrance in the air. Shen Feng'an was confused, and he was still frowned by the sticky smell.

He thought to himself that someone was spraying perfume in the dormitory in the middle of the night, half-closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to fan his nose, trying to make the smell go away.

But fanning and fanning, Shen Fengan paused.

Through the slits of his eyes, he saw a figure in white clothes, a pure white toga with long sleeves, and long black hair tied up, obviously not dressed by modern people.

What's more, that face, that face seen in a haze, is so handsome that it makes people dizzy.

But it was this face that made Shen Feng'an, who was unconscious, shudder.

Such a handsome and cold face, they don't have it in their dormitory!

Moreover, he was still wearing ancient clothes.

As far as the figure management of the group of people in their dormitory is concerned, wearing ancient costumes is not the scene of a disaster.

Shen Feng'an was shocked, opened his eyes and saw the face of the person in front of him, his heart felt cold.

Sword eyebrows and black eyes, Danfeng eyes with a bit of coldness when looking at people, there is a tear mole in the corner of the left eye, the pure white Taichu school uniform, and the iconic Broken Jade Sword with light green light .

This... This is the master of the main character in the Long Aotian Xianxia novel he read last night—Ling Chen, the master of the Absolute Beginning Sect!

The person in front of him is Ling Chen, so who is Shen Fengan?

Is he wearing or soul wearing?

Trembling, Shen Feng'an looked at Ling Chen who had murderous intent in his eyes, shrank back in fear, and accidentally knocked off the mirror with a bang, he picked it up and looked, almost blacked out.

This pair of amber peach blossom eyes, this white hair, this porcelain white skin and the purple gauze dress that was changed for the only time in the story of the door, who is not his junior brother Shen Feng'an with the same name and surname? !

Shen Feng'an almost didn't come up in one breath, he raised his left hand unwillingly, wanting to see if there was any red mole on his left wrist.

In the book, it is specifically written that the hands of the younger brother Shen Feng'an are as white as jade, and there is no red or not red mole.

This red mole belonged to Shen Fengan himself.

"How...how could it be?" Shen Fengan touched the red mole on his wrist as if no one else was there, staring blankly at the red spot, not understanding why it was clearly the appearance of a junior in the book, why his own characteristics also brought this side.

He was immersed in the shock of wearing the book, and he didn't realize that Ling Chen beside him was looking at him.

"Shen Fengan."

Ling Chen's voice was very cold, just like the way he looked at people, as if he was in the cold sky and snow.

Hearing this voice, Shen Feng'an was shocked, and slowly turned his head to look in horror. When he met those cold eyes, his hands shook, and the mirror snapped and fell to the ground.

It sounds broken.

It's over, it's over, Ling Chen's mirror was smashed when he first arrived.

And, and ah!

Shen Feng'an's purple gauze was worn by the junior brother when he seduced Master Ling Chen for the first time!

The sweet and greasy scent around is so heavy, the little junior brother must have already made a move, otherwise he himself would not have appeared here.

It's a pity that Shen Feng'an was killed halfway.

The dream of the little junior brother and master Ling Chen's one-time spring festival may be shattered just like this.

However, Shen Feng'an still has a big problem.

That is why Ling Chen expelled the junior brother from the sect because the junior brother seduced him.

And what about after being expelled from the division?What did the little brother do?

He colluded with the Demon Sect, killed the Absolute Beginning Gate, and wanted to use force to trap Ling Chen by his side.

Of course he failed in the end, and even died under Ling Chen's sword.

Shen Feng'an swallowed his saliva, looking at Ling Chen who for some reason had no killing intent in front of him, trembling all over, he called out.

"Master..."

Ling Chen didn't speak, just looked at Shen Feng'an coldly, looked him up and down, as if seeing him for the first time.

Before Ling Chen could figure out what was going on, Shen Feng'an who was sitting on the ground felt the power in his body surge up, and with a sudden bang, he turned into a ball of snow white and fell to the ground.

This smash made Shen Feng'an dizzy, and felt like he was still rolling on the ground.

He lay flat on the ground, dazedly stretching out his hand to rub his head, only to find that what stretched out... was a furry paw.

Shen Fengan:? ? ? ?

What happened? ? ?

Shen Feng'an's amber eyes were wide open, and he stretched out his hands to look at it for a long time. He touched his face with his hands in disbelief, and found that it was also a ball of hair.

Him, what has he become?

Shen Fengan sat on the ground with a face full of shock, trying to stand up with difficulty, but found that he could only lie on his stomach.

Like a dog, he won't become a dog, will he?

Ling Chen looked coldly at the flustered Xuehu on the ground, seeing that temperament completely different from that of the little apprentice, his eyes moved slightly, and he leaned over and stretched out his hand towards Xuehu.

And Shen Feng'an also noticed Ling Chen's movements, turned his head to look at him vigilantly, and crawled to the side with very unskilled hands and feet.

But Ling Chen's movements were faster than him, reaching out his hand to pick him up from the ground.

The sudden suspension frightened Shen Feng'an's flailing hands and feet to stop, and he froze there, tremblingly thinking that he would not just be thrown out by Ling Chen.

But being thrown out as he thought didn't happen, and he was hugged by Ling Chen, which made him poke his head out of the silky white cloth out of curiosity.

In the end, I saw Ling Chen make a decisive move, turning the translucent purple gauze on the ground into ashes, and kicking away the stove that was filled with strange spices, causing all the incense in it to disappear in an instant.

Shen Fengan: ...

He looks so fierce.

Shen Feng'an was so frightened that he trembled, he hurriedly buried his head in the silky pure white cloth on Ling Chen's arm, the whole fox trembled.

Ling Chen felt the trembling of the snow fox in his arms, raised his eyebrows, and reached out to touch the snow fox.

The original intention was to appease me, but I didn't expect to tremble even more.

Shen Fengan thought that it was not intended to be thrown out, but to be directly cremated.

But Ling Chen didn't say a word, just walked out of this room with Shen Feng'an in his arms, went straight into the next room, raised his hand and cast a spell to tidy up the room in an instant.

Shen Feng'an felt that he was let down, and when he looked up to see how Ling Chen was going to eat him, he happened to bump into Ling Chen's pair of star-like black eyes.

I don't know when the killing intent disappeared, and he was slightly startled when he saw it.

Ling Chen doesn't want to kill him anymore?Shen Fengan thought.

"Stay here." Ling Chen said coldly, without even looking at Shen Feng'an, he turned his head and left.

"Hey." Shen Fengan replied wearily, lay down for a while and then jumped up abruptly.

What sound did he just make?

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"Huh?!"

Shen Fengan sat on the couch in shock, he didn't understand, what kind of fluffy he had become, and how could he be screaming?

He sat there doubting his life in disbelief, and before he doubted for a while, he heard footsteps.

Shen Feng'an looked up and saw Ling Chen walked in empty-handed, raised his right hand and made a pinch, and many new things appeared in the room instantly.

He stared blankly at Ling Chen's movements, tilted his head and gradually became curious, and couldn't help asking: "Huh?"

After the words fell, Shen Feng'an quickly covered his mouth, looked at Ling Chen in confusion, and wondered why he was whining again.

Ling Chen was slightly taken aback, the eyes that fell on Shen Feng'an were somewhat speechless, and he asked coldly, "Can't you say anything?"

Shen Feng'an felt the coldness in those words, and flinched in fright, "Oh..."

Ling Chen thought he didn't have much experience in caring for small animals. When he heard Shen Feng'an's call, he didn't know what he was going to do, so he frowned and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Shen Feng'an shook his head, he actually wanted to ask what he had become, but he only saw furry, and he didn't know whether he had become a dog or a cat.

And just now I feel that the mouth is a little protruding, and it's so short...

After all, he won't become Corgi, will he? !

Shen Fengan stared wide-eyed, looked at the white hair on his hand, and felt relieved for a while.

I haven't seen a white corgi, so it shouldn't be a corgi.

Ling Chen sat down, watched Shen Feng'an touch his mouth coldly, stared at his hands, and did not speak.

When Shen Feng'an finally turned his attention to Ling Chen, he said coldly: "I will live here from now on, the former residence, there is no need to go back."

Shen Feng'an froze, looked at Ling Chen and blinked, thinking that this is the closest room to Ling Chen, how could Ling Chen put himself so close?

Is it to test him?Give him a chance to turn over a new leaf?

"One month, cultivate until you can regain your human form." Ling Chen glanced at Shen Feng'an, ignored what he was thinking, left this sentence, stood up and set up.

"Huh???" Shen Feng'an subconsciously grabbed Ling Chen's clothes, but now he was only fluffy, not only did he miss it, he even fell to the ground.

"Hey..."

Shen Feng'an was most afraid of pain, his whimpering voice was obviously crying, he listened coldly and ignored his Ling Chen's footsteps, looked back at him with a cold expression, and cast a spell to lift him up and throw him back on the couch.

Afterwards, Ling Chen left without saying a word.

Shen Feng'an sat on the couch in a dizzy state, finally regained his composure, and twisted around trying to see what he had become.

A white dog with such a big tail, can't it be a Samoyed?

Shen Feng'an looked at his big fluffy tail and thought that Samoyed is also good.

But being a dog is really inconvenient.

Shen Feng'an was not suitable for walking on all fours at all, and the height of his eyes was different, so he was not used to it.

But if you are not used to it, you are not used to it. You have become a dog. After all, you have to learn how to walk.

Shen Feng'an tried to jump down, and then tried to take two steps, always feeling very strange.

He walked around the house twice in a strange way, and finally got used to it before he went to observe the furnishings in the house.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, it seems a bit familiar, and it looks somewhat similar to Ling Chen's room.

It can be said to be very cold, with Ling Chen's style.

Shen Feng'an went to observe the things on the table again, wanting to see what Ling Chen had just brought.

Looking at it, he found a few books in front of the dressing table, wondering if this is the exercise that Ling Chen gave him?

Unsure in his heart, Shen Feng'an tried to jump onto the dressing table, wanting to see what those books were.

As a result, he had just jumped up, when he looked at the snow fox in the mirror, he fell down again with a snap.

Fox... Fox? ? ?

He turned into a fox? !

The author says:

I went to Baidu, what is the name of the fox, the sand sculpture netizen told me about Da Chu Xing Chen Shengwang

Just be forewarned, the attribute of receiving is a cowardly, spoiled, coquettish and beautiful woman, and the attribute of attacking is a swordsman who has a strong desire to control, is ruthless to his apprentices, and is especially ruthless to himself.

In fact, he also likes furry, hidden attributes or something

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The copywriting of the old saying "Saving the Paranoid and Deposed Prince":

Song Qinghe was born with a charming beauty, and he was the most prominent among the maids who entered the palace together.

But the other maids either climbed up to become female officials, or happily went out of the palace after being married by the master, but she was the only one who was pointed out to serve the deposed prince in Nangong.

Song Qinghe remembered that the honored imperial concubine only glanced at her that day, and the place she was going to was changed to Nangong.

At first, everyone thought that she would be tortured to death by the legendary devil-like deposed prince, but someone passing by saw the deposed prince who usually had cold and ruthless eyebrows hugging Song Qinghe, his eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness.

Later, the deposed prince and his cronies rebelled. When everyone thought that Song Qinghe, who had witnessed his most desolate appearance, would be silenced, they saw that the new emperor issued an imperial edict, and one of them was Song Qinghe.

Shen Ming was established as the crown prince since he was born, he thought that his life would be smooth and smooth, but he never thought that King Yan would usurp the throne and become a great treasure, and since then he was imprisoned in Nangong for six full years.

In the past, he Zhilan Yushu was praised by everyone as a gentleman like jade.

But the six years of bullying made him gradually distort. The former gentleman like jade is no longer there, only the cold and cruel eyes are left.

He hated the usurping King Yan to the core, and killed his parents to make him fall into this situation.

He also hated the palace servants who came and went, they all bullied him, wishing they could step him into the mud.

So when he first met Song Qinghe, his eyes were full of hostility, but he got stuck in it as he got along day by day.

On the night when he regained the throne, Shen Ming put his arms around Song Qinghe, stretched out his hand to touch the red mark on the side of his neck, and felt Song Qinghe's trembling.

"Are you still going?" Shen Ming smiled dangerously.

"No...not leaving." Song Qinghe's ears were reddish, and he gave him a nonchalant glance.