Mythological Native Species

"Is Senior Brother here? Junior Sister came to visit late at night, but she has something to discuss with Senior Brother!"

The messy memories in his mind are still surging. At this moment, Feng Linwen really has no intention to entangle with a smart woman like Situ Huiyun.

Xiuxianxiang's extraordinary ability hides more secrets than Feng Linwan imagined.

In the past, he has never had such a weird experience when integrating character templates.

This is the first time. When you encounter a skill unlock, it will be accompanied by huge, fragmented, like real memories.

Of course, Feng Linye, who has mastered the sword-fighting technique, is already half a cultivator in essence. Compared with ordinary people in the martial arts, he has already opened an incomparably huge gap. If he didn't want to be entangled with Situ Huiyun, he could use the same method of restraining Yang Xiaoyun to restrain Situ Huiyun.

Thinking of this, Feng Linye still opened the door.

Situ Huiyun outside the door was still dressed in blue clothes, but for some reason, Feng Linchen always felt that Situ Huiyun tonight, wearing this blue clothes, was different from usual.

"I changed my hairstyle, I also added some decorative tulle around the skirt, I wore earrings and necklaces, and maybe... an anklet with a silver bell? I put on some perfume and rouge, although they are very Dan, but it is indeed used... Dress up so carefully, what is she trying to do?" Feng Linxen just glanced at it, and looked at Situ Huiyun, who seemed to be the same as before, but was actually greatly transformed. Many differences are summarized.

As a qualified playboy, Feng Linxen has already reached a glance, and can tell a woman, what is the subtle difference between this time and the past. Don't underestimate this ability. If you master it, you can quickly get closer to women and improve your favorability based on this topic alone.

For the disease of straight male cancer, only super handsome and super rich can be the antidote. Otherwise, there is no saving and waiting to die. . . .

"Junior sister came to visit late at night, but I don't know why?" Feng Linwan asked nonsense.

Whether it was Yang Xiaoyun's secret attack or Situ Huiyun's visit, other than the secret book he spread during the day, what else could it be for?

Like a nimble little fox, Situ Huiyun turned around lightly and walked into the house like a young girl. Then, instead of sitting on a good chair, she sat down on Feng Linwen's bed, leaning slightly. Dressed up, she looked at Feng Linye playfully and blinked her eyes.

The mature style and the naivety of a girl have reached a perfect balance on her body.

This is a woman who is easy to fall in love with.

"Yang Xiaoyun of the dog days, really good luck!" Feng Linxen couldn't help but scolded in his stomach.

Yang Xiaoyun, who was thrown under the bed by Feng Linxuan, looked at the familiar pair of embroidered shoes hanging by the bed through the seam of the bed, his mind was a little confused.

He was implying that Situ Huiyun came to contact Feng Linye to obtain the secrets of magic. But... just let her act normally, never said to let her "pay" like this!

Thinking of his wife, sitting on someone else's bed at the moment, even if he didn't do anything, Yang Xiaoyun was still so jealous that he wanted to lift the bed and jump out to vent.

It's a pity that Feng Linwen's innate qi was already strong, and there was another strand of sword qi entangled in it. Even if Yang Xiaoyun mustered up his inner strength, he couldn't open the acupuncture point.

"Senior brother! What are you still doing? Why don't you... sit over?" Situ Huiyun bowed her head shyly, but she still stretched out her plain hand and patted the vacant seat beside her.

Feng Linwen looked at Situ Huiyun, who was so charming at the moment, and couldn't believe his eyes.

"What am I doing?"

"What's wrong with her now? Did she take the wrong medicine?"

"Now, are heroes so willing to write down books for the sake of magic tricks?"

Doubts also swirled in Feng Linwan's heart. Even if he knew Situ Huiyun far less than Yang Xiaoyun, he knew at this moment that Situ Huiyun was wrong.

"She... seems to be seducing me on purpose?" Feng Linxen stared at Situ Huiyun.

When he saw an embroidered shoe suddenly fall to the ground, the silver-white anklet swayed gently on the little snow-white foot without socks, making a pleasant bell, Feng Linwen was even more convinced of this.

"I'm not a foot fetish, I'm not a foot fetish, I'm not a foot fetish..." I kept reiterating in my heart, but my eyes couldn't help greedily licking the picture at the moment. Feng Linwen is not the kind of idiot who can't walk when he sees a woman. In fact, although his eyes are constantly following, the hands behind him are already condensing sword energy.

It doesn't matter if you take a look, don't tighten your waistband and accidentally lose your head.

The consequence of being happy with the small head is usually that the big head cannot be kept.

"Ha! No need, Junior Sister... Although you and I are in the same heart, you are already a married woman, and you have no chance in this life, so why mess with the rules!" Feng Linwen showed a painful expression on his face... He was really in pain.

The current state is not right, the memories are surging in my mind, and the whole person may be disconnected at any time. This is not the time to make waves.

Otherwise, his Flood Dragon would have already gone to sea.

What's more... Yang Xiaoyun is still under the bed, his taste is not that serious.

Situ Huiyun's eyes flashed with resentment and bitterness, but her face was blushing, she bowed her head shyly, she didn't make a sound, but the candle was shaking, her graceful figure, peerless face, snow-white dazzling lotus The foot, the bell music that rings from time to time, is like a beautiful picture, which makes people want to cherish, and can't help but want to leave their stamp on the most beautiful place on this picture.

Her palm gently tapped the bed, like the rhythm of a slang song.

Yang Xiaoyun, who was under the bed, remembered clearly that this was the 'Fisherman's Song' that Situ Huiyun sang to him when they first met. She specially learned it from a fisherwoman, but within half an hour, it was better than all the fishermen sang. nice.

Yang Xiaoyun's face suddenly turned pale... He seemed to know why.

Feng Linxen felt that he really should go.

If he didn't leave, he was afraid that he couldn't help but drive, and there might be some big trouble at that time.

But the next moment, a rather complicated memory suddenly rushed towards Feng Linye.

The complexity of this wave of memories is not comparable to that of the previous wave, but the confluence of two unsettled distractions made Feng Linxen's mind stir like a paste.

Unfortunately!

The third skill of the character "Shang Liang" was also unlocked.

And it was a change that happened quietly without Feng Linchen even noticing it.

The third skill, 'Fate against the sky', permanently consumes half of the current skill, or one-third of the lifespan, to change one's life for oneself or others whose realm is lower than one's own, change some inevitable The unexpected ending, stop building the foundation.

This is the third skill that Feng Linxen set for Shang Liang's template, and it undoubtedly involves the real cultivator's field, and is no longer the means of fortune-tellers.

Stumbled, Feng Linwen fell to the bed and accidentally knocked down Situ Huiyun.

Situ Huiyun looked at Feng Linye, who was in pain and trembling with his head in his arms. There were countless struggles and endless entanglements on his face.

Suddenly, when he gritted his teeth, the delicate tiger teeth bit his lips, and red blood stains dripped from the corners of his mouth, like crushed self-esteem...

She actually turned over, and in turn pressed Feng Linmen under her body, and pulled it...

Pfft!

Yang Xiaoyun turned his head to the side and saw one white and one green, two trousers flying to the ground, entangled together.

The long skirt is surging, the snow white disappears and appears, and there are tears in the corners of the eyes, but it is like a green lotus pressing a white lotus root. With the long wind, it rises and falls in an orderly manner, and dances according to the trend.

The sound of the bells ringing, the bed that was quite old, slightly undulating and made a heavy sound, the occasional panting and low-pitched screams, matched the prelude. . .

Under the bed, Yang Xiaoyun, his eyes were red, his blood was surging, he was mad with hatred, his hair was standing on end, but he still couldn't break through the acupoints. A big mouthful of bruises overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and the whole person fell into a tense state of madness.

After a long time... a long time... a long time... After a long time, a coquettish gasp finally ended the entire movement.

And with the emptiness of his body, Feng Linxen finally broke out of the chaotic memory entanglement. Looking at the beautiful picture in front of him, he was suddenly... at a loss?

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