Xuan Mei was stunned, and her face turned pale instantly:

"Then we will not be in danger!"

The voice on the TV was as cold as usual:

"If it were as you described, if we were in danger, we wouldn't have had a chance to speak here now......"

Xuan Mei froze, and his brows furrowed:

"If it's not for you, then ......?"

......

Isn't it the AI in the TV?

When Xuanmei realized Songming, she suddenly screamed and hurriedly ran back to the bathroom. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At this time, Song Ming had been "pressed" underwater for half an hour, which had already exceeded his limit.

The system forcibly puts his body into a dormant state.

His consciousness was unconscious, but his heart was still beating faintly, and his skin was like a vacuum cleaner, absorbing the meager oxygen in the water through the pores on the surface.

But this meager oxygen was not enough to wake up Songming's brain, and unexpectedly, this meager oxygen caused his cerebellum to move frequently, so much so that he had a sacred and grotesque dream:

Songming dreamed that he was floating in the vast expanse of space.

His body was filled with hot steam, which was hot but refreshing, and this steam was rampaging through his body, constantly bubbling out of his mouth, ears, nostrils, and even chrysanthemums.

He was a little anxious, and he was reluctant to let the refreshing steam fly away, so he decided to cover his body.

When he covered his mouth, his body flew forward.

When he covered the chrysanthemum, his body flew backwards.

When he covered his left ear, his body flew to the left.

When he covered his right ear, his body flew to the right.

Interesting!

It's really fun!

The steam was draining, but it was a lot of fun, and he tested it back and forth, trying to make a space dance move similar to Michael Jackson, and the classic "Billie-Jean" sounded in his ears, rubbing his feet together, rubbing, like devilish steps......

Song Ming continued to be unconscious like this, until Xuan Mei dragged him out of the bathtub with one hand, he was no longer breathing, his head was hanging on his shoulders, and his whole body was like a wilted cabbage.

Xuan Mei didn't say a word, pinched Songming's mouth, opened his mouth and kissed it, and performed artificial respiration.

After a bitter kiss, Songming's consciousness was pulled back to the real world from the vast expanse of space—back to the soft and slippery touch on his lips.

It was Mr. Xuanmei's sexy, plump thick lips.

"It's so warm, it's so wet......"

Songming was like a dream, enjoying it unconsciously and freely, and subconsciously suddenly remembered the ocean of meat, opened his eyes suddenly, and pushed away the teacher's rich body, tears and anger in his eyes were intertwined:

"Fiya, come and kill me!"

Xuan Mei was stunned for a second, and in the blink of an eye, he was furious:

"I'm going to kill you!"

After the talk――

A mouthful of salt soda sprayed at Songming!

This is not a joke, Xuan Mei really squirted at Song Ming with a mouthful of water.

At first, it seemed that this was just a clear stream of women, but after a closer look, it had become a large dose of water baby's spray, and in the blink of an eye, it had turned into a vast ocean, a vast soup, flooding the world and the world, and even the entire mini planet, all covered by seawater!

"This Nima ......"

Song Ming looked confused, and he couldn't extricate himself from the deep seawater.

Because this is not ordinary seawater at all, especially the seawater around Songming, it is Xuanmei's super natal water, which has ultra-high water pressure, ultra-high binding power, and ultra-high disturbance spiritual power...... and lethal toxicity.

After Songming was flooded, let alone struggling, he couldn't even summon the Xuan Yan Spirit Armor and Amber Capsule.

Not only that, but the sea water quickly formed a small whirlpool around Songming, dragging Songming straight underwater.

This feeling is terrifying.

Song Ming shaved his feet, just about to leave the water, and was dragged down by the whirlpool, only to shave his feet continuously, treading back and forth in the water, to maintain his body floating on the water, barely pulled in, but still unable to leave the whirlpool.

While treading water frantically, he looked at the ocean in front of him, and was speechless in surprise:

"O sea, you are all water...... Anyway, is there such a hanging in the 200-level originally?"

Then he shouted into the distance:

"Fia, come and save me!"

......

Soon, not far away, a figure gradually revealed the horizontal line and walked briskly on the water.

Song Ming raised his eyes and looked-

Sure enough, it's Fiya!

"Great. ”

Then he was overjoyed, and when he looked at it again, something was slightly wrong:

"Wait—this Fiya is a little old!"

"I'm sorry, I look like I'm thirty years old. ”

"This product is not Fiya, this product is not Fiya, this product is ...... What the hell is Fiya?"

Song Ming rubbed his eyes and looked carefully.

This woman's figure is obviously plumper than Feiya, and her posture is graceful, mixed with a trace of imperceptible enchantment, which is much more bloody than Feiya.

Looking at its facial features again, it is almost exactly the same as Fiya.

The small straight nose, the lovely indifferent mouth, and the pale blue pupils were like sunlight shining through the tall trees on the middle of the lake in the middle of the jungle, and the breeze blew rippling light waves.

But the temperament is completely different from Fei Ya, the complexion is ruddy, not as pale as Fei Ya, and there is less of a butterfly-shaped purple birthmark on the face, less of that gentle smile, and the whole person looks much more mature and vicissitudes.

I saw the woman quickly approaching Songming, her feet firmly on the edge of the whirlpool, her eyes seemed to be full of the king's contempt, and she said in a cold tone:

"No one will come to your rescue. ”

When Song Ming heard this, he stared at the familiar face, only to feel a little disillusioned:

"Are you Fiya's mother, or Fiya...... Buddha-figures?"

At this time-

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the system:

[Ding - System Prompt: Successfully conquered the level 200 Qingshui Dao female cultivator Xuanmei, the 'Flower Picking Bridge' has been built, and the system space is connected, you can irrigate, fertilize, pick spiritual power or borrow equipment at any time. 】

"Wait, Xuanmei...... Is it because of the artificial respiration just now...... I'm sorry, I chose to die!"

Song Ming only felt that the chrysanthemums were tight, and he couldn't believe his ears, so he quickly opened the flower picking column of the system.

Sure enough, a new avatar has appeared on the third flower bed.

"Wait...... This avatar isn't Teacher Xuanmei, it's clearly Feiya! Zai Nima, wait, I'll wipe it, won't it?!...... This old woman turned out to be ...... Teacher Xuanmei?!"

Song Ming looked shocked and confused.

[Ding - system prompt: exactly.] In order to enhance the effect of bathing, Xuan Mei usually puts the natal water in her body, so that she will show an obese figure and appearance, once she puts the natal water in the space ring or releases, she will return to her current appearance. 】

"This ...... Okay, since he looks the same as Feiya, the strategy is a strategy, after all, level 200 is not a joke, etc...... Why do Teacher Xuanmei and Fei Ya look exactly the same?!"

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Preview: Chapter 0105, the back garden of the buried corpse

ps1: Thank you for the reward of "Hei Qiqi's hehe"~ I found that it is not good for a book to be exposed too early, 15,000 of the 20,000 collections are accumulated in the early stage, and these readers began to raise books because they couldn't stand the slow update of the new book period...... Raise it and forget it.,Pit.,No. 1 on the shelves.,Ask for genuine support.,Everyone!!

ps2: Recommend an urban Wanding God book "Rebirth of the Foot-Picking Man Becomes a Male God": As a successful foot-picking man, he was reborn back to his student days, and it was miserable enough to go through the college entrance examination again, why didn't even the chest and leg hair that he was proud of disappear, and he became a weak chicken with a little white face, and he couldn't live this day. (In addition, the author is a cute girl.,Don't ask me why I know.,It's a romantic night of moonlight...... ）