My Simping System

　　 waning moon.

　　 The night wind howls.

　　 A young man dressed in black, flexibly shuttled through the Chen family compound.

　　 He passed by the guards of the Chen family, but the other party couldn't notice the young man's breath at all.

　　 This is the concealment technique that Chen Lao is proud of.

　　 can not only hide the figure and face, but even eliminate the breath, so that no one will notice.

　　 "Little Chenzi, stop here."

　　 Chen Lao's voice sounded in Chen Che's heart.

　　 The latter frowned, and was about to move closer to the last room in the depths.

　　 was stunned by the scolding sound in the divine consciousness.

　　 "You are not allowed to go any further," Chen Lao said sharply.

　　 "Master... It's still far away."

　　 Chen Che stopped, hesitated a little, and finally found a hiding place to hide.

　　 But I heard Chen Lao said solemnly: "That room, I think it is the guest room of Zhongzhou Shengzi."

　　 "But the strange thing is that the teacher can always feel a terrible pressure. It only appears for a moment, but it quickly disappears."

　　 Chen Che frowned, and said in doubt: "Opress...?"

　　 Chen Chen has a mysterious background. Although Chen Che does not know his background, he also knows its depth.

　　 Bei Sheng, who is huge, does not pay attention to the old Chen, and is extremely arrogant and domineering.

　　Ran in the North Sage at this moment, he was obviously a little panicked.

　　 "Are you scared even Master?" Chen Che asked again.

　　 Chen Chen thought for a moment.

　　Before he fell asleep, he still didn't put the desolate place like Beisheng in his eyes.

　　 Even in Zhongzhou on the mainland, he has a place.

　　 But Chen Lao, who was always leisurely and calm in the past, also cautiously said: "Wait, wait..."

　　 "That is the guest room of the Zhongzhou Shengzi. According to reason, nothing unexpected should happen."

　　 "Anyway, if you are not at ease, just stay here, but you must never act rashly."

　　 Chen Che listened quietly, without speaking.

　　 He stared at the guest room far away, so nervous that he even held his breath.

　　...

　　In the house.

　　 Mu Qingxue changed into a single tulle dress, his brows were calm.

　　 "Remember all the punishments for me..."

　　 "Holy Son, he doesn't know whether he should be stupid or unrequited love."

　　 "However, if you can instigate him, with the treasures in the temple treasury, everything will be much simpler."

　　 She let out a long sigh of relief.

　　 The situation right now is extremely dangerous, and she can't help but think of Chen Che again in her mind.

　　 Although he warned Chen Che not to follow.

　　 But Mu Qingxue was not sure whether the passionate and reckless teenager would listen to the advice.

　　 If you accidentally annoy the empress, nothing can be said at that time.

　　 "I thought that the price of gaining the trust of the Son was to be severely punished by the Empress. Unexpectedly, she didn't bother to care about it anymore. Maybe it was disappointment, or maybe the Son had already convinced her."

　　 "Or, is there any other reason?"

　　 Mu Qingxue hesitated a bit.

　　 Soon, she still laughed at herself and shook her head, denying several inner guesses.

　　With the identity and strength of the Temple Empress, she is what she wants to do. No one can stop her, and she doesn't need to make any plans.

　　 "That's it."

After sighing slightly, she opened the curtain and went to the living room inside the house.

　　 What catches the eye is still a weird and coquettish scene.

　　 The room is still pitch black.

　　 There are only cold moonlight and a few faint candlelights.

　　The slender fingers of the Empress of the Temple were gently pinching Ye An's chin.

　　 Mu Qingxue's appearance immediately attracted the attention of the two.

"what…?"

　　 Mu Qingxue frowned slightly.

　　 She always feels that the Empress and the Son seem to be too close?

　　 "Have you washed, today is much faster than usual."

　　 saw the female emperor let go, her voice lazily: "Just expel the coldness here, it's seventeenth, if you delay any longer, it will only affect the spiritual veins."

"Yes."

　　 Mu Qingxue nodded slightly.

　　 then turned around and took off his thin clothes.

　　 At that time, Ye An turned around wittily, and his eyes fell on the moonlight scenery outside the window.

　　 The welfare plot of the Twilight Saintess is far inferior to that of the Empress’s prayer.

　　 Ye'an can't lift interest either.

　　 At this moment, it is just a game to trap the son of luck.

　　 Although he has forgotten the specific plot of the novel in his memory, he still knows the rules of routines.

　　The woman who dares to be the son of luck...will definitely die.

　　 But if the son of luck is still extremely weak at this time, and the opponent is the leader of the big villain in the later stage, what will happen?

　　 Ye waited quietly, secretly preparing.

　　 "The cold air has penetrated into the spiritual veins, and the skin has condensed into frost..."

　　 Qixi chuckled and said, "Little girl, you are quite patient."

　　 Mu Qingxue turned her back to Qixi.

　　 On her back, large expanses of frost condensed.

　　 The mottled spiritual veins hidden under the skin are also full of cold air.

　　 "Sorry, Your Majesty." Mu Qingxue was expressionless.

　　 "Sorry? Who do you apologize to?"

　　 Qixi said coldly: "If you later, if you use the aura at will, it will leave irreversible serious injuries."

　　 "Be careful next time."

　　 Mu Qingxue nodded gently, and replied: "Yes."

　　 "Be prepared." Qi Xi whispered.

　　 finished speaking.

　　 Pray for Xi's heart to move, and a golden glow of fireworks rises from the palm of his hand.

　　 Before expelling the chill, she turned her head and glanced at Ye An. The latter is still watching the moon and seems to have no idea of ​​peeping. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 She was relieved immediately.

　　 Then, he shot the golden fireworks in his hand into Mu Qingxue's body.

　　 This alone is not enough.

　　 still need to continue to operate the divine power, in order to expel the endless excess cold.

　　 "Uh, uh..."

"Well…"

"Well!"

　　 Mu Qingxue's eyes closed tightly, and a touch of ruddy rose on her profile.

　　 A little sweat leaked out of her forehead, and mists of mist rose from her body.

　　 These are the chills that have accumulated in her body.

　　 Only the pure yang breath condensed by divine art can be temporarily expelled, but it cannot be completely cured.

　　 After all, if it were to be cured, it was almost equivalent to obliterating her spiritual veins. How different was it from death.

　　 "How do you feel? Do you need to exert more effort."

　　 Qixi whispered: "The cold has accumulated too deep, and it may have spread to the depths of the flesh and bones, and it will be a little painful."

　　 Mu Qingxue bit her lip tightly and hummed from time to time, and said, "Also, or be lighter..."

　　 "Hmm!!"

　　 She couldn't help screaming.

　　 Qixi sighed and said, "Alright, then be lighter and take your time."

　　 In the process of expelling the cold, Mu Qingxue’s cry...

　　 is really scary.

　　 will always be reminiscent of a bad scene.

　　 When he was in the Temple of Zhongzhou before, as the person closest to the empress of the temple, Ye An had some impression of expelling the chill.

　　 "I wonder if the son of luck will follow."

　　 "If he followed, he probably mistakenly thought that something indescribable would happen..."

　　 Ye An pinched his chin and murmured: "I don't know whether those novel routines and laws are applicable."

　　 "Forget it, it's all ready, try it."