Don’t Pretend To Be the Heroine

"Master." Wen Jing stood tall and straight, standing in front of Mozun's bathing pool.

- Meng pillow stopped -

"Master." Wen Jing stood tall and straight, standing in front of Mozun's bathing pool.

Meng Zhen stopped his hand to lift the water and wondered, "Why are the children here?"

[She is not Lin Zixuan now...]

"What's more true? Ask the mirror, is it okay to ask the mirror?" Meng Zhen whispered, and then said to the door, "Huh?" His tone was enticing.

Asking the mirror to hear this vague answer, hesitant for a moment, but pushed the door open and went in.

The moment Wenjing entered the door, Meng Zhen was a little stunned: "System, why did she come in?"

[Uh, do you know that Demon Venerable is a good woman? 】

Meng pillow petrochemical.

ah?

Looking at the memory, it seems to be something like that...

Wen Jing came to the bath pool, where the smoke filled the bath pool, and she couldn't see Meng Zhen's expression.

She was in a bit of trouble. In the past, it was the master who summoned her. Today, when the time came, she didn't see the news of the master and asked the mirror to come over on her own.

So what does the master mean now?

Thinking of the master's bad taste, Wen Jing felt that the master was watching his own joke now. He was like an abandoned puppy, begging for the owner's touch.

Meng Zhen was just stunned, she was completely stunned by Shi Yexing's previous memories.

This guy... can really play.

But apart from teasing the heroine, she didn't even touch her.

Wen Jing lightly loosened his belt, and the thin clothes on his body slid down his arms.

The graceful body under the clothes was suddenly revealed in front of Meng Zhen.

Meng Zhen swallowed his saliva, his eyes straightened.

"Host..." The system reminded helplessly.

"Cough, cough." Meng pillow coughed to cover up, and rigidly tore his eyes from Wen Jing's body.

This question mirror has a better figure than the heroines of the previous two worlds.

"Wow." Wen Jing took off her mask and dived into the water, swam over consciously, and hesitantly stretched out her hand to hug Meng pillow and put Meng pillow on her lap.

This was the first time that Wen Jing did such a behavior without being ordered by Shi Yexing.

Maybe the current master is particularly dazzling, even though he is filthy, he can't help but want to get close to the master.

The peach blossom eyes are full of friendship, the ends of the eyes are slightly red and shy and cute, the lips are full and shiny, and there are a few drops of water on the face when they are dropped. Asking the mirror is very charming now.

Asking Jing blushed a little, she felt a strange feeling now that she was touching her master's skin: "Master, do you want me to start?"

Meng Zhen avoided Wen Jing's gaze without a trace, and leaned on Wen Jing's body.

Wen Jing's body is so soft, Meng Zhen is a little sinking, and she wants to move her hands and feet.

"Yeah." Taking a deep breath, Meng pillow closed his eyes and let the mirror start to operate.

Wen Jing gave Meng pillow a back massage.

Meng Zhen's entire limbs, which were only comfortable, seemed to be stretched out.

Encouraged by the expression Meng Zhen enjoyed, Wen Jing became more and more diligent.

"Shoulder, shoulder." Meng Zhen commanded.

"Okay." Wen Jing's voice was lingering, and following Meng Zhen's command, she moved her hand to her shoulder to help Meng pillow carefully knead her shoulder.

I have to say that the heroine is worthy of being a heroine, and this massage technique is great. Meng Zhendu called out an expert.

Because Wen Jing was massaged with spiritual power, it didn't take long for his spiritual power to enter Meng Zhen's body.

Feeling that the hands behind her were a little weak, Meng pillow stopped the heroine.

Unexpectedly, asked the mirror to be sad.

Meng pillow: "?" What's the matter, just let her stop, why is she sad?

Asking the mirror tremblingly asked, "Does the master hate his subordinates because I didn't use them to let those monks escape?"

In the past, I obviously liked massage to the point where I couldn't draw out my spiritual power and didn't want to let me go.

But to be honest, Wenjing had never dared to say such things to Mozun a few days ago. Although she didn't know why she said it on impulse, Wenjing inexplicably believed that Meng Zhen would not blame her.

Okay, I'm still a little scared...

asked the mirror, shivering.

When she mentioned Meng pillow, she remembered that she had to get rid of it. In the original book, these few monks who escaped remembered the location of the Demon Domain, which led to the fact that Zhengdao was able to come to encircle and suppress the master at night.

Since you have come, you can't leave trouble for yourself, right?

Raising his hand to caress Wen Jing's face, Meng Zhen's body/the man below shook uncontrollably. With water in his eyes, he seemed to be looking forward to Meng Zhen's next move.

That hand slowly traced Wen Jing's face, feeling that when Wen Jing was confused, she pinched the soft flesh on the side of her face.

The mirror instantly trembled like a sieve. painful…

After twisting it, Meng Zhen said indifferently, "It's time to go down the mountain and walk."

Asking mirror knocked his teeth: "Yes, master."

Meng pillow got up and didn't plan to wash. She is afraid of an accident...

Although strictly speaking, since the female protagonist is the same person, he has already touched her, Jing Anran that time.

But at that time, I thought that the heroine was an NPC, but now, knowing the truth, my tears fell.

If the world ends, what if the heroine finds herself in trouble.

Using magic to dry her hair, Meng pillow went straight to the bed.

Meng Zhen was shocked by the two-meter-eight bed.

Luxurious atmosphere without noise. It must be comfortable to sleep on.

If you don't look at the unknown object protruding from the bed, it feels okay.

Meng pillow lifted the quilt, wanting to see who dared to climb onto his bed, meow meow, to commit an assassination? Don't you count yourself?

On the bed, Wen Jingguo was lying on top of her body, she looked at Meng Zhen in confusion, as if she didn't know why the master wanted to lift the quilt.

Forgot to put down the hand holding the quilt, Meng Zhen hurriedly closed her eyes and said in a light tone, "Get off."

Yes, this is Shi Yexing's bad taste, and he even does this thing to warm the bed. Seeing that **** scene, Meng Zhen almost didn't stop the nosebleed. Fortunately, I closed my eyes in time.

"Yes." Qiaojing answered succinctly, rolling over once or two before rolling to the floor and didn't move.

Surprised, what does this do?

When Meng Zhen approached, the hostess didn't dislike the cold, so she just lay down without wearing any clothes, didn't she panic?

Seeing the person lying on the ground, Meng pillow couldn't control her feet, and she stepped on Wen Jing's warm belly with one foot. Use a little force.

Seemingly stimulated by Meng Zhen's cold feet, the heroine contracted her stomach slightly.

Think about what she would do if it was Shi Yexing herself.

I feel like I'll just kick her out...

Forget it, Meng Zhen would not be so rude, she threw the heroine out with her spiritual power.

face down...

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

The next day Meng woke up and found Wen Jing standing respectfully outside the door.

Tall and straight as loose, dressed in white.

She had already put on the mask, and she also carried Kujue behind her back. A look ready to go.

The efficiency is really high, and the preparations have been completed. Meng pillow opened her arms to her.

Wen Jing skillfully picked up Meng Pillow, asked her to wrap her neck around her, and sat on one of her arms, ready to set off.

That's right, this is also the evil taste of Shi Yexing. Shi Yexing has feet, can walk, can fly with swords, and can control beasts, but she doesn't do it, she will sit on Wenjing's arm and let her carry herself.

Think about it, the pillar of the righteous path, the first sword cultivator, such an arrogant person, turned out to be his own mount, it makes people happy to think about it.

Of course, it would be more interesting to ask Jingjing to restore his memory one day and know that he was a bull and a horse for Demon Venerable.

Meng Zhen looked at the mirror and asked. She was wearing a mask, so she couldn't see her expression. She didn't know if she hated herself for instructing her like this.

Of course, Meng Zhen also asked what she meant. As for whether the hostess hated her or not, and how she cursed Meng pillow in her heart, she didn't care about that.

"Where are you going?" Meng Zhen felt a little strange when he saw Wen Jing who was on his way, "Do you know where those monks are going?"

The question mirror replied: "Going to Yancheng, those monks were seriously injured by me, and I don't think they could go very far. In addition, Yancheng is the closest central city to the Demon Realm. I guess they will stop and rest for a while."

It turned out to be so.

Seeing how diligently she works, Meng Zhen couldn't help but want to tease her. She lifted her collar with one hand, put her palm against Wenjing's skin, and stroked her beautiful collarbone back and forth, "Wangjing... If that cultivator runs away, do you know your fate?"

Asking the mirror is calm and calm on the surface, but the heart is excited, what should I do, how can I make the master stop touching me, and if I touch it, I will lose my stability! Online waiting, very urgent!

Seeing that Wenjing didn't speak, Meng pillow continued to make trouble. She rubbed up and grabbed Wenjing's neck with her teeth.

"Master..." asked Jing murmured. She couldn't take it anymore, and if Meng Zhen teased herself again, she would definitely fall from the air.

"Hey!" Wen Jing tightly hugged Meng Zhen's arm, and then slowly loosened it, still not saying a word, but the pace of leaping in the air was a little unsteady.

Meng Zhen pierced Wen Jing's fragile neck with his small fangs, and the bright blood continued to flow down.

Meng pillow could feel her neck muscles suddenly stiffen, and then quickly put down her defenses and let Meng pillow bite at will. In short, the mirror is silent.

Damn, it's a stuffy wood. Meng pillow licked the wound with her tongue, and kissed her intimately.

Originally flying well in the sky, the mirror suddenly couldn't grasp the strength, and it swayed and fell from the air in an instant.

The wind violently scraped the exposed skin on the outside of the clothes, knowing that this would not bring any harm to Meng pillow, Wen Jing still hugged Meng pillow subconsciously and buried her in his arms.

The back of the mirror hit a hard rock and rolled down for a few laps before stopping.

Letting go of her hand, Meng pillow climbed up from her.

Everyone is a cultivator, and it doesn't hurt or itch to fall from this height, but it's just a little embarrassing.

Wen Jing rolled on the ground two or three times, not only his clothes were soiled, but also a few grasses on his head.

Tsk tsk tsk, I really can't see that she is the famous first sword cultivator.

At this time, it is time to take out the momentum of the Demon Venerable.

Meng Zhen's face was gloomy for a moment, his eyes stared gloomily at the mirror, and his clothes floated slightly without wind.

Meng pillow kicked the mask off Wen Jing's face, exposing her face to the air.

Then Meng pillow raised his foot again and stomped on Wen Jing's face.

This step took 30% of brute force, causing Wen Jing's head to sink directly into the ground.

After being crushed, Meng Zhen took his foot away from Wen Jing's side face and said viciously, "Wen Jing, you dare to drop this seat? Are you impatient?"

Wen Jing took a lot of energy to get her head out of the dirt and rocks, but now her head is buzzing.

Even so, she fell to the ground unequivocally, with her forehead pressed against the ground: "This subordinate knows his fault, please punish the master."

Meng pillow poked her shoulder with her foot and motioned her to get up: "Okay, get up for this seat, if there is another time, I will chop you up."

Wen Jing got up respectfully, applied the dust removal technique to himself, and turned back to a clean Wen Jing again.

Meng pillow fell back into Wen Jing's arms, this time she was not making trouble, but was obediently nesting there.

Wen Jing's embrace was very warm, and there was a kind of reassuring magic in the nest, which made Meng Zhen drowsy.

When Meng Zhen woke up naturally, Yancheng had already arrived.

The author says:

It's numb, it turned out to be really locked... I will delete the massage details about a hundred words. cough…

emmm this is the third edition ha... uh, it won't hurt to pinch your face, at least it won't shake into a sieve—

I also believe that everyone reads novels to watch the plot, not to watch...cough;