Chapter 27: Fresh Water Burns Like a Flame [5]

Time passed in a flash, Yan Feng finally raised his head, put down the completed accounts, his face was still indifferent, and his cold and indifferent voice sounded: "Something?" ”

Jiu Ling almost vomited blood, "You can't come here to play if it's okay?" This time, I will come here to play for a while, and by the way, I will see if my charm has grown again. ”

"Pretending."

After he finished speaking, two words that hit the nail on the head floated out.

Burst! Yan Feng, can you not say a word to pierce him? And can you not say such sarcastic words with a serious face, which almost made Jiuling feel that he was wrong and should not pretend to be forced.

Jiu Ling glared at Yan Feng and hummed.

Pick up the fallen festival exercises, and switch modes in an instant: the whole body exudes a faint coercion of the superior, cold and arrogant, expressionless, handsome face with clear water chestnuts, smooth and perfect lines, and those eyes have become unfathomable deep and cold.

Facts have proved that if you want to change your temperament or aura, you have to be like Jiuling, you have to raise your head and chest confidently, adjust your facial micro-expressions, and the emotions that your eyes want to express.

It's the other you.

Obviously, Jiuling has mastered these things so that he can switch so freely.

Jiuling snorted happily.

But you can't change the fact that it's funny.

One leg flew over.

Your friend Yao Ting has gone offline.

Ahem, back to business.

This surprised Han Yu for a while, but he quickly set his eyes on Yan Feng again.

Jiu Ling smacked his lips, hey, bullying the single Wang.

"Feng, where is the woman who chased you here? Master, I'm going to play tricks, so as to solve the cold embarrassment you gave me......"

"Inspection."

It's really a treasure of words, look at people, this is the real iceberg god.

As smart as he is, he knows Yan Feng very well, so he also knows what it means, and waved his hand out with interest.

From beginning to end, Han Yu's attention has always been on Yan Feng, and for Jiuling, he can't feel the taste of his rival, well, he doesn't care.

So he has been acting as a background wall, looking at Yan Feng silently.

And over there, Jiu Ling looked at the scene below, smacking her lips, upright, like a standard judge, the heroine is worthy of being the heroine, all of them are delicate and charming, soft and delicate, and her appearance is like a fairy descending to earth, and she always has an aura of being loved by all kinds of excellent men.

Jiuling disdains this kind of person.

If all kinds of accidents can be bound to the system, then wouldn't everyone be able to be a beautiful woman hugged by the rich, handsome, white, rich, and beautiful?

Jiuling despises this kind of system.

What the? Don't you say Jiuling himself is too?

Nonono, this is the tourism system, it is a place to serve people to travel and relax and experience life, it will not die, and the system is not so high-end and atmospheric, but it is a useless cute thing. As for causing the original plot to be changed, that's nothing, and it will be refreshed to the original plot immediately after traveling.

However, there will also be people who take advantage of this loophole to be reborn and bind the system to cross the Shenma, all of which are the heirs of Yan Feng. [irresponsible stalls]

Jiuling lacks interest, and he is about to stand up after washing.

Well, it's the same beauty of all the system stream hosts, and if it weren't for the same face, it would be a complete person, exactly the same bumpy and convex, and the country and the city.

I was bored and sighed, and waited for the heroine to come out and talk about life.

followed behind Mu Lian's shuang, strolling leisurely, and not deliberately restraining his breath, to see when the heroine could find out.

Alas, it was so boring.

It wasn't until Mu Lianshuang returned to the camp tent to prepare for sleep that he realized, "Come out!" What's the purpose of following for so long? ”

Look, I just realized that I said that I seemed to know that you were following me, but it didn't break.

This is a scene that often occurs in the crossing, dog blood.

But Jiu Ling won't show himself like a stupid fork. Isn't that exposing yourself.

Jiuling didn't make any answer.

In this quiet and empty camp, the whole atmosphere became strange, and Mu Lian vigilantly perceived the surroundings, looking for all suspicious points.

And then the eggs.

Jiu Ling looked like a clown, looking around with Mu Lian's eyes below, isn't it a funny harlequin.

In this way, ten minutes or twenty minutes passed, and Mu Lianshuang slowly relaxed his vigilance, and it was not until another few minutes passed that he lay down to sleep, but his whole body was tense and vigilant, as if there was a slight strange sound, and he immediately woke up and entered the fighting state.

Well, most of the heroines of the crossing are like this, Jiu Ling touched his chin and pondered.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up, right! Jiuling now thought of a fun game, but although it was dirty.

Stop time first, and then cast a spell on the ink, the kind that can't be washed off.

Jiu Ling conjured a brush dipped in the ink and began his grand undertaking - painting.

Draw on Mu Lianshuang! If you want to draw, don't let the heroine see the place, that is, the back.

Jiu Lingmian did not change his color, and used a spell to peel off Mu Lianshuang's clothes, and used a spell to lift the pen, and the smooth and skillful brushwork lines were obviously not the first time, and they had been accumulated many times.

After about a minute, Jiu Ling nodded and smiled with satisfaction.

On the back, the painting is an animal that we are all familiar with, and Jiuling also intimately wrote what this animal is called - Wang Ba.

But Jiu Ling is very serious about drawing, this animal is very realistic! [serious face]

After the ink dried, Jiu Ling used a spell to change back to Mu Lianshuang's previous clothes and temperature state, which was exactly the same.

Time returns to normal flow, and everything returns to normal, as if nothing had happened just now, just a dream.