Fighting Starts From Capturing The Goddess

It was raining a day today.

The sky is gloomy.

Song Qingjun was born in that kind of small mountain village, and the small mountain village is very particular about suspense.

So in the middle of the night, there is nothing more frightening than this scene.

And she was very courageous. She was afraid of the ghosts and gods in the story. Seeing the shadow outside the door, Song Qingjun directly frightened and cried.

With a scream of "Yeah", he shrank under the bed abruptly, the whole person curled up together, the big white balls squeezed together, bulging.

If it wasn't for the lack of space at the bottom of the bed, Song Qingjun would have to get under the bed.

He took off the embroidered shoes under his feet, grabbed it and slammed it towards the door of the room, and there was a crackling noise.

Chen Mo said in secret, knocked on the door and said, "Miss Song, it's me."

"Lou...Landlord, why are you...playing a ghost?" Song Qingjun felt a little relieved when he heard the familiar voice, but said timidly.

"Well, I'll come to find Miss Song for something, I didn't...want to scare you."

Something?

Do I have to look for something at night?

Alone...

Song Qingjun flattened her mouth. She originally planned to say these things, but her temper was obviously not going to talk back, so she swallowed it back. She didn't dare to refuse Chen Mo, so she said: "Then... ...come in."

"okay."

Chen Mo pushed the door and walked in, just in time for Song Qingjun to stand up, standing on one foot, carrying an undressed foot.

She wore a light black nightdress, probably because she was about to go to bed, and the clothes were half untied at this time, and some flesh-colored colors were faintly visible, as well as the courage that was about to pop out of the clothes.

Seeing the look in Chen Mo's eyes, Song Qingjun's face flushed, and her voice trembled and said, "Lou...Lord, what are you looking for?"

Chen Mo looked at Song Qingjun's white jade-like feet, and immediately saw a white embroidered shoe with clouds and birds under his feet, bent over to pick it up, walked over, and handed it to Song Qingjun.

Song Qingjun panicked ashamed, bit her lower lip to take the shoes, and vomited like a mosquito, "Thank you."

"Where, I should have disturbed you. It should be better to come during the day tomorrow."

Although this is the case, it is here, and I must finish the matter. Chen Mo sat down at the table next to him, first took out a few refined Foundation Building spiritual liquids, and a Qi Gathering Dispersion. To Song Qingjun:

"This is the Foundation Building spiritual liquid refined for you, as well as the Qi Gathering Dispersion. The former can be used now, and the latter can be used when you reach the nine-stage fighting spirit. When you are promoted to the fighter, I will According to your attributes, I selected a Cultivation Technique."

Then, Chen Mo took out white paper and brushes from Na Jie, and drew flight attendant outfits, student skirts, white-collar professional outfits, and suits.

Benefiting from his previous experience, Chen Mo also has obvious ascension in his painting skills.

Song Qingjun put on the embroidered shoes, and looked at the Foundation Building spirits and Qi dispersion that Chen Mo handed over. Each of them was something that he couldn't afford to sell himself, but he just gave it to himself.

Let’s listen to him. Late stage still has to find cultivation Cultivation Technique for himself.

Except for Grandpa, he is the best person to himself.

Looking at Chen Mo who was painting, Song Qingjun's eyes were inexplicably silly.

"By the way, what are your attributes?"

As he drew and painted, Chen Mo suddenly remembered an important thing, tilted his head and raised his eyes.

At this moment, the two eyes met each other.

Song Qingjun lowered his head for the first time, and said in a panic, "Water...attribute."

"Oh."

Chen Mo said, remembering it in his heart, and then continued to paint.

Song Qingjun stood still, his legs were a little sore, so he sat down opposite Chen Mo.

Bored, she peeked at Chen Mo.

Maybe because he was afraid of being discovered by the other party, he kept his head down and scanned Chen Mo from the corner of his eye. After scanning for a while, he would retract it, and then after a while, he would continue to peek.

Which girl does not cherish spring.

Song Qingjun is the same, not to mention that she is still an ordinary girl.

Chen Mochang's handsome, temperament and extremely attractive to girls, no girl dislikes.

He is a twenty-year-old sixth-rank alchemist, and a strong man in Douzong, who is worshipped and admired by thousands of people.

It is the ideal type in Song Qingjun's heart.

But when I think about my own family background and have been married twice, I feel even more inferior.

But it’s good to see him often.

"Okay, the drawing is done, can you see if you can make it?"

After half an hour, Chen Mo gave Song Qingjun the sketched hand-drawn drawings.

"Ah good..."

Song Qingjun hurriedly took it, for fear that Chen Mo would find her, and then looked at it one by one.

To be honest, Chen Mo's paintings are still quite ugly in Song Qingjun's eyes, but from her eyes, you can still see the kind of dress Chen Mo wants to express.

He immediately nodded his head: "But... so, when do you want it."

"When can you do it well?"

"...Three weeks."

Song Qingjun originally wanted to talk about five weeks, but after thinking about it, if he rushed, four weeks would be fine, but the answer was three weeks.

If you stay up late to catch up, you can reach it in three weeks.

"Then one month, no hurry." Chen Mo smiled.

"Okay." Song Qingjun Zhishou lightly said.

"I'm leaving."

"Um."

...

The next two days.

Chen Mo slept by himself.

While conditioning the body, he also has the Insight Big Star technique.

The heavy rain in the summer also stopped for one day.

Sunny weather.

Chen Mo took advantage of Nalan Yanran's absence, and dragged Concubine Ya and Yun Yun out to swim in the lake.

There is a wider lake in Lingxuan City.

It is also a summer resort.

Chen Mo took the two women with him just as the sun was going down.

After all, if the sun is shining, it will greatly affect the mood.

Chen Mo came out of the Mountain Resort and came to "Lingxuan Lake" to find a small boat.

The small painting boats on the lake are entertaining, with small red lights and red sand tents.

The people of Noire Domain can play better than people in other places. Generally, if you go to the lake, you will prepare a few singers in the painting boat to compensate for the music, or bring out a few half-dressed prostitutes from the hooks, and so on.

Chen Mo has no hobbies in this area, and directly enters the painting boat with Concubine Ya and Yun Yun.

Chen Mo drove the boatman who painted the boat off the boat, mobilized his vindictiveness, and sailed in the Lingxuan Lake.

Chen Mo wants to drive the painting boat to the center of the lake.

At that time, the night came, and the red light of the boat was turned on and the lights feasted.

After drinking the small wine, the next thing will come naturally.

But the weather also changes when it changes.

As soon as Huafang came to the center of the lake, it started to rain again.

Fortunately, it was not rainstorm, not accompanied by lightning and thunder.

Otherwise, all interest will be destroyed.

"Horse, what the hell it is."

"Daddy also chartered the boat, lost, lost."

"Man, you brought so much out of the hook, let alone you really just came to swim in the lake, it's raining now, isn't it right?"

The sound of scolding and laughing came from the painting boat next to it.

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