"What? Is the little girl ready to save herself? Or do you want to grow your strength quickly? Qing Jiaren said a little narrowly, but a coldness slowly condensed in her eyes, and the smile on her lips faded.

"Humph! Disrespectful for the old! When did I say that I would save myself? Will I save my enemies with my body? Besides, it also makes me sick that I have grown rapidly in this way! Qing Yuxuan rolled up his very long sleeves.

When Qing Jiaren heard this, the coldness in her eyes slowly faded, and a dissolute smile reappeared on her lips.

"So what do you want to do, little girl? Do you still want me to ...... This old man...... The Divine Consciousness to Save People? Qing Jiaren looked at Qing Yuxuan's face full of shock, and her eyes were like copper bells.

Qing Yuxuan rolled her eyes and turned her back, completely ignoring her, an old ancestor who was disrespectful and full of strange ideas.

"Is there a silver needle or something?" Qing Yuxuan turned the face-down Feng Pavilion over, and the scorching heat almost burned her hands.

Sure enough, Feng Ge's whole person was like a boiled duck, and his whole body was still steaming, which was really terrifying.

Qing Jiaren's mind moved, and a steel needle appeared in his hand, "This is a good secret weapon, seventy-two in three rows, and the roots are all Xuanji treasures." ”

"Oh-" Qing Yuxuan didn't blink his eyelids, and smoothed the steel needle in Qing Jiaren's hand, which was as thin as a gritty steel, it felt really good, it seemed to be as thin as a weeping willow, as crisp as a reed, it seemed to be effortlessly broken, but in fact it was as hard as a rock, if the master of the Yuan Infant Stage did not make the Qi of Cultivation Truth, I am afraid it could not be easily destroyed.

"Strip him of all his clothes."

Qing Yuxuan directly called the thirty-two generations of the ancestors of the Qing family as Xiao Si of the teahouse restaurant, but Qing Meiren still felt that it was quite novel, and she was obediently a servant waiter for the thirty-second generation of little granddaughters.

With a wave of one hand, Qing Jiaren wiped off Feng Ge's clothes, and there was not even a little ash left, but because of Qing Yuxuan's gender, she finally left a pair of pants.

Feng Ge is now in a deep coma, so he naturally doesn't know that his chastity is no longer guaranteed.

The silver-white hair is scattered down, enveloping half of the body, and the exposed skin is also fair like a thousand-year-old jade, faintly shiny and slowly flowing, flawless, lubricated, and the body of the pavilion is just right, if you increase one point, you will be fat, and if you lose one point, you will be thin, hard abdominal muscles, smooth lines, slender and straight legs, wide shoulders, narrow waist and hips, and a standard super model figure.

Qing Yuxuan couldn't help but see the jealousy in his eyes, found the acupuncture point, and inserted three steel needles at the same time, ruthlessly, with a bit of anger.

"Hmm~" Feng Ge's thin lips as red as flowers actually overflowed with a light sigh of satisfaction, as if he was sighing for the beauty of the world, which aroused Qing Yuxuan and Qing Jiaren to a spirit, and there were goosebumps all over their bodies.

Qing Yuxuan looked at the disheveled person in front of him speechlessly, the steel needle in his hand was hanging and hanging, and he still didn't know where to start. Qing Jiaren was a dodge, hiding in the bamboo house, the girl started to do everything lightly, just now he saw it and felt panicked, I really don't know how that kid showed that satisfied and enjoyable expression, could it be really a masochist?