Male God Please Lie Down

I am really naive.

This Han Yingze looked mild and harmless, but what he was actually doing was clearly revealed.

What should I do now! ?

Ji Qingming tore off a quilt from the bed and threw it on the ground.

When I first cultivated, it's no wonder that I always felt that the speed of cultivation was very fast and the absorption of spiritual energy was also a lot.

However, physically, there is a feeling of weakness.

This feeling of weakness makes people feel a little powerless.

Cultivating on the ground at this time, but there is no such feeling.

After cultivating for a long time, the feeling of emptiness in the body was thrown out of his head, and it was quickly replaced by a kind of filling.

After she didn't feel comfortable in her body, she stopped cultivating. In this temple, it was really weird.

She didn't know if she would feel that way again.

Opened the door of the temple and walked out, empty, without a single person.

She walked outside, there was no one, she stood on the porch.

Looking at the snow scene outside.

Probably there is white snow. At this time, the moonlight casts down, and it feels that the whole world has become brighter.

Seeing this kind of thing, her heart gradually calmed down.

Coming into this plot, the heart seems to have been holding it all the time, and has never let it go.

This ghost place is full of crises.

It seems that everyone has a purpose.

She doesn't know, who can she trust?

Fortunately, she didn't believe anyone.

Although she didn't know anything, she felt it deeply that the original owner must have been very sad at first.

After all, he has these abilities, if he is a simpler person, he will be completely controlled.

Everything that can only happen is imaginable.

Thinking of this, Ji Qingming's heart felt cold.

"Why are you out alone!?"

A gentle voice came from behind.

Ji Qingming didn't look back, he already guessed who it was.

At this moment, the person who can appear quietly is out of Han Yingze, so who else is there?

"In the temple, there is some unpleasant smell, just come out to breathe!"

Ji Qingming smiled slightly, and there was no extra expression in his eyes.

She glanced at Han Yingze, her expression was normal, her face was ruddy and shiny, and nothing happened.

He had already broken that formation, he couldn't have been backlashed, and he was really pretending to be quiet.

"Smell? What's wrong?"

Han Yingze asked with concern.

"I accidentally lost a soft couch! My own reason!"

Ji Qingming lowered his head, a little embarrassed, with a hint of shame on his face.

Han Yingze looked at Ji Qingming's expression, his eyes burst out with a sharp light.

However, this kind of light faded suddenly, and disappeared without a shadow in a blink of an eye.

"I'll let you change into a soft bed again!"

Han Yingze said that the temperature was mild, and he was going to find someone.

"No need, please give me a new room!"

Ji Qingming said.

When she heard that she wanted to change the room, Han Yingze, who had just turned angrily, flashed a faint expression on her face.

But in a blink of an eye, it disappeared.

"It's better to change the soft couch, you are a goddess, and only this room will suit you better."