Hearing Rong Zixian say this, Wen Ling thought about it, and then slowly spoke: "It should be quite crispy." ”

After all, I'm still young, even if it's a young and pink little face, and my skin is solid.

So, after lifting it off, it may be quite crisp to make it into a fan.

The little girl's voice was very soft, and she spoke very slowly, and there was even a little coquettish in the end note.

In his voice, he didn't tremble for a minute, and he didn't seem to know what it meant to be afraid.

The hand that pinched the other person's neck himself......

At this time, Rong Zixian reacted, his hand did not tighten anymore, no wonder he couldn't see the little thing's scared expression.

"I forgot." Seeing this scene, Rong Zixian felt a little indescribable annoyance in his heart, and always felt that his hands seemed to be extremely disobedient today.

And after hearing the voice of Wen Ling, his heart was not very calm.

The original irritable mood goes up and down, sometimes cold, sometimes hot.

It's that even he can't control himself.

Such a chaotic mind disturbed him very uncomfortably, and his hands subconsciously tightened.

"Oops, suffocation." Wen Ling felt that Rong Zixian's hand holding his neck was tightening, and he was busy opening his mouth softly.

This voice, in Rong Zixian's opinion, is a dagger wrapped in honey.

It smells delicious, and it's delicious to take a bite of.

But in the end, it is a knife that can pierce your heart.

But because of this voice, my mind was in a trance for a moment, and I couldn't bear it for a moment.

This shouldn't be the emotion he should have.

Since this little thing poisoned himself in the morning, this life was doomed, and he had to get it back.

Rong Zixian has a task in his body, how can he easily because of a waste material female cultivator, and what about it?

People who are useless left and right, and it is a waste of resources on the mountain to keep them.

He was kind, helped Changping Sect get rid of a waste material, and let the demons take the blame, isn't it very kind?

Thinking of this, Rong Zixian smiled lowly, and his hoarse voice sounded like it would make people's hearts tingle and uncomfortable.

But Wen Ling felt that whether it was perfect or incomplete, the benefactor would always be the best in her eyes.

It's a bad voice, but it doesn't matter, she just listens to it.

When other female cultivators hear this, they will come over and rob people.

Raising his soft and boneless, little hand with a little warmth, he gently put it on Rong Zixian's wrist, and the sound of Ling Ling opening his mouth was still soft.

Rong Zixian didn't even understand why the neck that was pinched by himself was about to be deformed, and how did the little thing that was about to break make such a clear and beautiful sound?

"I'll fan your face and you'll be able to let me sleep with you?" At this time, Wen Ling can be said to be a real warrior.

In the eyes of the little ginseng essence, the way to deal with perverts is actually very simple.

It's better to be more perverted than him.

Isn't Rong Zixian going to turn people into fans and drums at every turn?

That's even more excessive, and I still have a last wish to say before I die.

For example......

Sleep on him!!

Rong Zixian didn't expect that this little thing would dare to provoke him before he died.

I subconsciously wanted to tighten my hand, but my heart didn't think so.

Or rather, his hands and heart, which cannot reach a unified opinion at this time.

Obviously wanting to tighten it, he directly twisted Wen Ling's neck, but there was no further movement in his hand.

(End of chapter)