"Heh... She is a mortal whose spiritual roots have not been opened, why should she fight with me? Chicken demon, just because you're weak doesn't mean I'm weak. ”

The chicken demon snorted with disdain and continued to rub his nails.

Zhao Xinya continued to step forward, her strange expression was almost imprinted on the glass, "I know about you and the immortal cultivator, you fell in love with someone you shouldn't love, why shouldn't I?" ”

The action of rubbing his nails stopped suddenly, that person was a taboo and a dead hole for the chicken demon.

The chicken demon paused for a long time, and the sound of rubbing his nails sounded again, "I... It's not like you. ”

"I like Gu Jersey, for him... I'm willing to give everything. ”

The chicken demon looked up at her, and the most irresistible force in the world was resonance.

"I know the truth that the Immortal Cultivator sealed you... You help me, you want to know... I'll tell you all. ”

Zhao Xinya pushed open the window that separated the two, her body was empty, and a strange head hung in front of the chicken demon...

…

School Day

Jinggao is a provincial key high school and an institution with a strong history and culture.

Not only the school, but even the city leaders paid special attention to this school celebration.

It is said that not only teachers and students of the school will participate in the school celebration, but also those celebrities who have graduated will also be invited to participate.

The principal arranged for someone to receive him at the door early in the morning.

The welcome area was grand and lively, celebrities from all walks of life, wave after wave, and many students took advantage of their free time to sneak away to the school gate to squat at their favorite idols.

Wen Qian is the starring role of the second and third classes of high school, and she was supposed to rehearse in the auditorium, but at the most critical time, she pulled Feng Qingning and occupied the school security room.

No matter how dissatisfied the classmates are, they dare not speak out, after what happened last time, they vaguely felt that the little fool around Wen Qian was not easy to mess with.

I can't say what's wrong, I just instinctively feel that I can't be provoked.

Wen Qian hid behind the desk in the security room, putting on her own makeup while stretching her neck to look out the door.

My neck is sore, so I will continue to look at it slowly.

The uncle who was guarding the door on one side couldn't stand it, so he took the thermos cup and went out to pour tea.

Feng Qingning played with the bottles and cans on her desktop, and learned to smear Wen Qian on her face.

Don't look at Feng Qingning's five fingers, people are also beautiful and well-behaved, but in the face of cosmetics... She's really not talented!

A quarter of an hour later, Wen Qian pointed at Feng Qingning on the monkey's butt and laughed mercilessly.

"Little lemon, hahaha... Are you still a woman? That's not how you use blush! ”

Feng Qingning stopped blushing against her face and looked at Wen Qian in a daze, as if asking, isn't the old lady beautiful?

"It's really...", Wen Qian still picked up a tissue and wiped off the excess color on Feng Qingning's face little by little.

"It's good enough to look good without makeup, but you have to toss around like this, what misunderstanding do you have about your prosperous beauty?"

Feng Qingning picked up the mirror and looked at it, how Wen Qian painted, she painted it, it couldn't be her problem, it must be the fault of the cosmetics!

"What if the Lord God comes in a while, if he sees a big face next to me and is scared away?"

Feng Qingning raised his head, still looking harmless to humans and animals, "Lard residue won't run... I'm his fiancée. ”

Wen Qian grew up in a rigid family, and most yearns for the unbridled world of rivers and lakes.

Since she knew that her identity was special, she longed for a scene she had never seen before.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the first thing she knew was the main god of the demon god, and the one she knew best was also the main god of the demon god, for her, the main god of the demon god was her destiny, and it was the mysterious scene she longed for.

Feng Qingning can tolerate anything Wen Qian unconditionally, but if she makes fun of the main god five times, no matter how good her temper is, she will have a little emotion.