General Martial Artist: I Am A Very Bad Person, Let's Start With The Teacher!

Lin Pingzhi just looked at Wang Yuyan like this and didn't speak.

He knew that at this time, only when Wang Yuyan came out by herself could he completely get out of this experience.

Time passed so slowly, for a whole hour, Wang Yuyan went from crying loudly to sobbing softly, and finally stopped her tears and returned to her former elegant and demure appearance.

"Miss Wang, can we have a good chat now?" Wang

Yuyan looked up and saw the blood marks on Lin Pingzhi's face.

"Childe, your face, I'm sorry! I...... Not intentionally.

Lin Pingzhi waved his hand lightly, and said in a light tone:

"It's not in the way, it's just some skin trauma, and it is not a good story to be scratched by a fairy like a girl."

Being praised as a fairy, Wang Yuyan was also a little embarrassed, and hurriedly lowered her head, and there was already a trace of blush on her face.

"Childe, what do you want to say? My cousin, I have seen through it, and in this life and this life, he has nothing to do with me.

After a pause, Wang Yuyan raised her head again, looked at Lin Pingzhi, and suddenly said something that Lin Pingzhi did not expect.

"Childe, can I borrow your shoulder to lean on? At this time, my heart is empty, and my heart is very uncomfortable!" "

How can the beauties refuse?"

Lin Pingzhi stretched out his arms, grabbed Wang Yuyan's head, and gently leaned it on his shoulder.

A faint virgin fragrance rushed into Lin Pingzhi's mouth and nose, and he couldn't help but take a greedy breath of air.

At this time, nephrite jade is in the arms, soft as boneless, charming as a girl, and extremely comfortable.

And Wang Yuyan's feeling is different, although she has also had some intimate contact with her cousin, but there has never been a time that makes her feel so safe and fulfilling.

The time of half-burnt incense passed, Wang Yuyan broke free, and Lin Pingzhi still had some love to put it down.

She lightly pursed her lips and spoke again:

"Childe, please speak... Yu Yan must know everything, and she must say everything.

However, at this time, Wang Yuyan aroused Lin Pingzhi's desire to learn martial arts, he looked at the person in front of him, and his heart had already prepared the moves.

It's really rude to directly ask someone to learn skills just for the first time, and you have to think of some way.

So, Lin Pingzhi opened his mouth and said, "Miss Wang, I want to ask, what martial arts and mental methods do you know, can you write them down silently, and it will be of great use in the next!"

In fact, Lin Pingzhi

had already scattered the two yin and yang grains and secretly threw them into the teacup in front of Wang Yuyan.

As an ordinary person, how could Wang Yuyan discover the small movements of Lin Pingzhi, an innate grandmaster?

"Childe, I only know these moves, and I can find moves to restrain them, but I don't know how to cultivate these moves, and I may disappoint Childe."

However, Wang Yuyan still introduced Lin Pingzhi to a large number of martial arts of the Jianghu sect, which are innumerable.

So much so that after Lin Pingzhi heard it, he seemed to have opened a new horizon, and it turned out that the rivers and lakes were much bigger than he imagined.

Xu was tired and thirsty, Wang Yuyan picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea gently.

Lin Pingzhi saw that Wang Yuyan's snow-white neck and throat moved slightly, which couldn't help but make him even more itchy.

The reason why two Yin Yang Powder was used was precisely to allow Wang Yuyan to quickly enter the state.

Sure enough, in less than a stick of incense, Wang Yuyan's cheeks began to turn crimson, and her eyes were like mist, looking beautiful and moving.

"Childe, I... I...... How can the body be so hot?"

Wang Yuyan's consciousness had already begun to be a little confused.

Lin Pingzhi was overjoyed, it seemed that the effect of Yin Yang San had begun to attack.

It's just that Lin Pingzhi never thought that the tea turned into two grains of yin and yang powder, how could Wang Yuyan, a powerless woman, bear it?