Chihiro looked at Jing Wusheng and smiled mischievously, "For example, the membrane under a woman's body, even if Mr. breaks it for me once in the future, it will grow back the next day, if there is a next time, it will be broken again, there will be trouble!"

When Jing Wuming did it with the patriarch of the undead clan back then, that membrane was indeed still there, but he never thought that Qianhe, who was an undead clan, would always be a perfect body.

"In this way, you undead women are not very suitable for me?"

Chihiro nodded seriously, "Does Mr. think so too?" Although the membrane is reborn, it hurts every time, but at least, Mr. can use me to purify the murderous aura a few more times, and if you think about it this way, it is quite useful to have a little pain. ”

"The first time I saw a woman, I talked about myself like a tool. Jing Wuming raised his eyebrows and asked, "That's how Qianhe taught you?"

"Grandma told me that my husband's eyes are like torches, and nothing can escape his eyes. So let me be honest with everything. ”

"Hehe, you're honest enough. Jing Wuming hadn't spoken so much to anyone for many years, and seeing that Chihiro was still washing, "Don't wash, lunch is ready, come down and eat." ”

As soon as Chihiro heard that there was something to eat, her eyes lit up, the water was not turned off, and she rushed out with her bare feet, and the bathroom tiles were stained with water, wet and slippery, and Chihiro slipped and fell immediately.

Jing Wuming dodged to him and caught Chihiro by the waist.

Ying Ying's waist fell into Jing Wusheng's hand, as if it could be broken with a slight twist, and the craggy hip bone hurt downstream, and Jing Wusheng felt that it was not a woman who fell into his arms, but a skeleton.

"Thank you, sir, you saved me again. Chihiro smiled with crooked eyebrows.

Jing Wuming looked at the shower that was still spraying water on his head, and his face was gloomy: "You took a bath with cold water, and you took a bath for five hours?"

"Well, it's a little cold, but after a long wash, I think it's quite comfortable. Chihiro touched her hot flushed cheeks: "I still feel a little hot now!"

Jing Wuming reached out and touched Chihiro's forehead, looking like an idiot, glaring at Chihiro: "You have a fever, you don't even know it yourself?"

"Fever?" Chihiro was stunned for a moment: "Oh, sir, do you mean my face is hot? It's okay, when the fever lasts a little longer, the nervous system of the temporal lobe of the brain burns out, and a new one will grow out, and then it won't burn." ”

"This is how you undead cure fever?" Jing Wuming is a god who does not get sick, but he has been in the human world for tens of millions of years and knows everything about human beings, even the undead who are the rulers of human beings will also get sick.

"No, grandma and the people go to the doctor to take medicine. Chihiro pursed her lips and explained a little embarrassedly: "The medicine is too bitter, I'm afraid of bitterness, so I don't take medicine." ”

After listening to this, Jing Wuming felt a little funny: "You woman is really different, she thinks the prison food is unpalatable, she starves herself for a century, she thinks the medicine is bitter, and she waits to burn her brain to reduce the fever." I'm really curious and curious, let you live a little longer, what else will you do, it must be something I haven't seen before!"

Chihiro knew that what she was doing was wrong, and Chizuru used to reprimand her for taking medicine to cure her illness, so after listening to Jing Wuming's words, Chihiro felt ashamed and pressed her head very low.

"You're still shy, and I don't think it's easy for your grandmother. After Jing Wuming laughed, he inexplicably felt in a good mood, and took the initiative to help Qianhiro cure his cold: "Okay, I've cured you of your illness, go down and eat." ”

Chihiro touched her cheeks, which were still hot before, and now they weren't hot at all, thinking that this time her brain didn't need to burn out, let alone take medicine, she was as excited as a child, turned around and threw herself into Jing Wusheng's arms, hugged Jing Wusheng's waist and said, "Sir, you are really a good person! I will definitely repay you well in the future!"

Jing Wuming felt a little funny: "If I am a good person, there will be no bad people in this world." ”

"And what bad things have you done?" asked Chihiro, tilting her head curiously.

Jing Wuming thought for a while, "It's nothing, it's just that I have destroyed all mankind a few times." ”

"Wow! It turns out that the person who scolded my grandmother and the elders of the clan every day is Mr.!"

"Qianhe will still scold his mother?" Jing Wuming thought of the immortal patriarch Youyou Qianhe, charming and moving, and the demeanor of the mother in the world, I couldn't imagine what it was like for her to scold her mother.

"In addition to scolding, grandma will also be a nymphomaniac in front of your portrait. After Chihiro finished speaking, she winked playfully at Jing Wuming.

Jing Wuming remembered the past when he met Qianhe before he fell asleep, and then looked up at Chihiro and said, "For Chizuru's sake, I will save your sacrifice until the end, so you still have plenty of time to enjoy life." ”

"Thank you, sir, you are indeed a good person. Chihiro didn't care about the sacrifice, she happily held her hands and looked at Jing Wuming like a devout believer.

Jing Wuming waited for Chihiro to get dressed, and the two went downstairs to have lunch together in the restaurant.

Chihiro sat at the table and asked Jing Wuming, "Sir, can I start eating?"

Although the panda eyes on Hu Meng's face have not disappeared, his spirit is obviously much better. It's just that after hearing Chihiro's words, I felt a sense of fear.

Jing Wuming had heard about Chihiro's Eating Crying Chef, but he wasn't surprised.

After all, such a thing as eating to death does not exist for the undead!

What's more, if it was possible, Jing Wusheng really hoped that Chihiro would be able to eat fat in one go, so that he could use her to purify the murderous aura in his body as soon as possible.

Chef and Tiger Fierce are ready to fight for another night.

But after an hour, the meal ended normally.

Jing Wuming asked, "You don't have to eat any more?"

Chihiro smiled embarrassedly, "I ate a little too much last night." ”

Jing Wuming remembered that Hu Meng had said that Qianxun had eaten twelve tables yesterday, and the amount of food for ten people at each table was equal to the meal of 120 people.

This woman is the most ancient and modern thing, it's really a bit much.

After eating, Jing Wuming left Chihiro in the villa and went to Huaxin Art School alone to look for prey.

Sheng Lingxiao sent a special car to take Jing Wuming to school, Jing Wuming didn't want to meet Zhuo Junran, and listened to Sheng Lingxiao's advice that the lower the grade, the more virgins, so he asked Sheng Lingxiao to contact the school and change to Class 3 of the first grade.

Coincidentally, Gu Liangxue and Gu Nuanchun happened to be in the third class of the first grade.

Jingle Bell –

Jing Wuming stepped on the class bell and walked into the classroom door.

The classroom was silent for two seconds, and then the girls erupted in a scream of surprise.

"So handsome!"

"When I saw him, I realized that the school grass in our school was just. ”

Jing Wuming changed into black casual clothes and walked slowly to the podium, his voice was calm and calm, like a waveless Gu Tan: "I'm a new acting teacher, Jing Wusheng." ”

There was another commotion in the audience, and the girls raised their faces one after another, their eyes full of little stars.

This man even has a heart-warming name!

What to do, I want to marry him on the spot!

"Now, I'll take the roll call. "When Jing Wuming was substitute in Zhuo Junran's class before, he had already gained a lot of common sense in teaching from the memory of other teachers. Therefore, I want to use the roll call to preliminarily screen the girls in this class, so as to lock the prey to be selected.

"Gu Liangxue. ”