Chapter 2 [Spring Heart Rippling]

Ye Ling, who came to the bathroom, was still a little confused by the bizarre experience, and he was still in a dream, until he looked at the face in the mirror and realized that it was really not a dream.

It was a face that was completely different from his previous life, although he had black hair and black eyes, he was a little younger, because he knew from Weiwei that he was only sixteen years old now.

This face is not handsome and chic, it looks like Pan An, but it is much more pleasing to the eye than in the previous life. However, in the astral realm, where the appearance of the human race is generally much more beautiful than that of the earth, Ye Ling can only be called an ordinary individual at best.

Wei Wei also said that her body was very weak, but Ye Ling looked at her height of 1.75 meters, her well-proportioned figure, and even a little chest muscles and abdominal muscles, so she didn't look like she was related to "weakness".

With a punch, Ye Ling only felt that his strength surged, and he actually brought out a sound of breaking the wind.

He was sure that if this punch hit the sandbag, it would be able to knock the sandbag far away, which made Ye Ling even more suspicious of Weiwei's words.

Is there any mistake, if the current body is weak, wouldn't the self in the previous life be powerless?

This second life experience, the background is not very good, he still has no father and mother, and his family is poor, but Ye Ling is already content, at least he is still alive and has a healthy body, maybe others feel weak, but Ye Ling doesn't think so.

By the way, I don't have nothing now, at least, I also own an elf slave!

Thinking that a girl who was more beautiful than a big star was his slave, Ye Ling's heart warmed up, and he said to himself: "Slave, that means that if I let her go east, she has to go east, I let her go west, she has to go west, I want her to warm the bed, she has to ......"

A melodious female voice suddenly came from behind him: "Young master, what is a warm bed?"

Ye Ling turned his head and found that Wei Wei had entered the bathroom at some point, and then the two of them screamed almost at the same time, each covering something.

Ye Ling covered it, needless to say that it was his little brother, and Wei Wei covered her eyes.

Jumping into the bathtub with a "bang", Ye Ling said in the middle of the day: "Weiwei, what are you doing here?"

"Young, young master, I, I'll wipe your back, isn't it like this every day?" This is what a slave should do, but when he wiped Ye Ling's back before, he was used to wearing a pair of underwear, not as stripped as he is today, Weiwei was also taken aback, her heart fluttered, and she muttered vigorously in her heart: I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything......

Ye Ling coughed dryly and said, "This, I forgot!"

Wei Wei tentatively opened her eyes and saw that Ye Ling had already entered the bathtub, so she breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm sorry, young master, I didn't save you that you have lost your memory, didn't scare you?"

As he spoke, he picked up soap and a towel, wiped it behind Ye Ling, and twisted his neck and back muscles from time to time: "Young Master, you have been practicing in the academy all day today, you should be tired, I will press it for you." ”

Enjoying the massage that Wei Wei's pair of little hands knocked on to the benefit, Ye Ling felt comfortable, only to feel that all the pores were dilated, and he didn't know where he was, and after a while, he remembered to respond: "Academy, what academy?"