Villain: I am wronged, Master, I am really not a scumbag

The bellyband slid down like clouds. Lin Xingyun held it in his hand, and after smelling the girl's body fragrance, he put it into the Qiankun Ring.

But when he looked down, he found that Zhao Binglan, who was originally very anxious, was now covering her heart with one hand and her face with the other, her face as red as the sunset.

"What? Weren't you very anxious just now? Are you feeling shy now?"

Lin Xingyun found it interesting, so he leaned into Zhao Binglan's ear and teased.

"me……"

"I can't compare to...Sister Luoluo and the others..."

Zhao Binglan's face was as red as blood and she muttered softly, still protecting her body with her slender arms.

"It's ok."

Lin Xingyun teased and said, reaching out to move her little arm away.

There was no trace of disdain, but full of pity and love.

But when the two of them separated, Zhao Binglan couldn't help but grabbed his shoulders and spoke extremely seriously.

"Actually...I know...I'm not your favorite..."

"Compared to Sister Luoluo and the others, you...don't love me that much...right?"

"But...it doesn't matter, as long as I can be with you."

"I am willing to be with them, even accompany them to serve..."

While she was expressing her affection, Lin Xingyun pecked her forehead again.

"Binglan, don't be like this, you are also a good girl, and you deserve to be loved."

"You are the same as them, there will be no difference..."

"Everyone is my wings!"

Lin Xingyun raised his eyebrows and kissed her thin lips again.

"Star...Nebula..."

Zhao Binglan called out vaguely, and two lines of hot tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

Although she didn't understand what the so-called "wings" meant, she still felt the other party's sincere love.

Not long after, a few drops of blood dripped on the bed, turning into plum blossom shapes.

Two hours later.

Over the outside inn, the boundless and familiar pink clouds also cover the sky and the moon, almost covering half of the deserted city!

But this time it was no longer hundreds of goddesses scattering flowers, but a figure in pink clothes vaguely emerged from the vast clouds.

The phantom was dressed solemnly and noble, but its appearance was exactly the same as that of Zhao Binglan. It was radiating seven-color divine glow and holding a seven-color treasure tree. It was like a god descending from the sky and should not be blasphemed.

After a moment, the phantom waved the treasure tree, and pieces of seven-color light rained down, as if God had shown mercy, allowing all the creatures below to bathe in the grace, or extend their lives, or eliminate all diseases.

And the core of the light rain was inside the inn room.

Although Lin Xingyun was still immersed in experiencing the great harmony of life, he also noticed that with the influx of immeasurable seven-color light rain, his physique, cultivation, and soul were once again greatly nourished!

"Since the physique was upgraded to red, the effect of this vision has become countless times more powerful!"

"Proving the truth and becoming an emperor is just around the corner!"

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The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

The pink clouds in the sky still shrouded the sky.

This caused countless people in the deserted city to gather here, bathe in the light and rain, and watch the inn.

A large number of people even spontaneously gathered there to worship, taking the light and rain as a blessing from the appearance of the immortal master!

At this time, Han Feiyu and Chu Wujie had returned. Following Lin Xingyun's instructions, they set up a high platform on the street in front of the inn, preparing to act according to the plan.