Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

That night, Yan Qingning was lying alone on the hard stone bed, sighing uncontrollably.

Xiaobai thought it was because of the pain of the wound, and immediately blamed himself and spurned himself for not having the pain shielding function: It's all your fault!If it weren't for you being such a loser, the host wouldn't be in such pain!

Probably because he felt too guilty, Xiaobai really couldn't stand Yan Qingning's sighing look, so he racked his brains to make Yan Qingning happy.

Taking advantage of his authority, he searched for "How to coax people?" and got a variety of results. I don't know if they have any reference value.

Xiaobai chose a method based on his feeling and asked Yan Qingning in a low voice: [Host, sir, should we switch the perspective to the mission target? My database shows... He is currently bathing in the mountain behind Luohua Peak. 】

When Yan Qingning heard that Jiang Zhuoan was taking a bath, his eyes suddenly lit up, but his face remained calm: [Since you want to take a look, I will reluctantly take a look! 】

Xiaobai felt even more lonely after hearing this.

It thought that the host would like the handsome face of the mission target, but in the end, it thought too much. How could an absolutely rational person like the host be attracted to a simple mission target in a small plane world? What's up? !

Yan Qingning waited for a long time. Seeing that Xiaobai still didn't show up, he coughed twice and said impatiently: "Didn't you say you let him take a bath?"You should let it go!Don’t just talk but don’t do it! 】

Xiaobai silently switched the perspective in the consciousness space to Jiang Zhuo'an, and said seriously: It takes back the words that the host is not interested in the mission goal.

Yan Qing would rather not care what Xiaobai thinks about him, all he can think about is the stunning beauty with half-undressed clothes immersed in the spiritual pool.

The beauty was leaning on the edge of the pool, as if she had encountered something distressing. Her brows were knitted together in deep thought, making her look painfully tight.

After a long time, the beauty seemed to have thought about it, and her frowning eyebrows relaxed unconsciously, and the aura around her became peaceful, making him more like a cold and indifferent immortal in the nine heavens.

The spiritual mist lingered in the pool, and it cleverly covered his eyelashes with white frost, and then turned into water droplets, sliding down along the movement of his lowered eyes, extremely beautiful, extremely charming...

Yan Qingning was so excited watching here that he wished he could fly over now and have sex with the extremely evil person in the system image in the spiritual pool, so that he could appreciate the beautiful woman's instinctive impulse at close range. Charming.

He licked his lips dryly: [Xiaobai, you chose this mission target so well for me!Just this face, this waist, these legs... Just let me work for you for free and sleep with him all day long! ! ! 】

Xiaobai's head was covered with black lines: [...Host, please be more reserved. 】

Jiang Zhuo'an here has finished bathing, got up from the spiritual spring, and is ready to change clothes.

then……

From the angle provided by the system, Yan Qingning could clearly see his compatriots from Jiang Zhuo'an.

Yan Qingning's pupils shrank suddenly, excitement flashed in his eyes: Hold the grass!This thing is so big!

Suddenly, two streams of heat gushed out from his nose. Yan Qingning raised his hand and touched it, and a stream of sticky blood appeared clearly in his palm, as if mocking his idiotic appearance.

Yan Qingning:...

[Xiaobai, help me stop the bleeding. 】

Although Xiaobai disliked his host for being such a crazy person, he still tried his best to stop his nosebleeds, but the ones at the beginning could not be removed.

Xiaobai's face was filled with disgust: [Host, please control your lsp attributes and not affect the progress of the mission. 】

Yan Qingning covered her nose, raised her head and said perfunctorily: "I know, I know."

After reluctantly wiping away his nosebleed, Yan Qingning still kept replaying the fragrant scene in his mind, and he was tossing and turning on the stone bed but couldn't fall asleep.

In the end, he simply stopped sleeping. He scratched his hair, got up from the stone bed, and climbed out of the window furtively.

The Flower Demon, who was having a good rest, saw someone suddenly come out of his room. He was so frightened that he almost screamed, but was stopped by Yan Qingning in time.

Yan Qingning leaned close to her, blinked her watery peach blossom eyes, and said coquettishly to the flower demon: "Beautiful and beautiful sister flower demon, I just want to give Master a surprise, don't expose me! "

The flower demon had been coaxed into submission by his little mouth when he first arrived, and she was happy to help him cover up: "The Immortal Lord went to the back mountain spiritual pool to bathe earlier. If you want to find him, you might as well Wait under the peach tree in the back hill, where you planted platycodon flowers before."

Yan Qingning curved her lips and thanked the Flower Demon obediently: "Thank you for your beautiful and kind-hearted sister, the Flower Demon!"

After he finished speaking, he happily ran in the direction the flower demon said, until he disappeared from the flower demon's sight, then he slowed down and moved slowly to the peach tree.

The white platycodon flowers behind the peach tree were swaying, and he was leaning against the peach tree, his face pale and cold sweat on his forehead.

The injury on his foot was torn back and forth and had not been treated. It was obviously infected at this time, and there were even signs of decay around it.

Yan Qingning stuffed a pill into his mouth, took off his shoes that were stained with flesh and blood, and sprinkled the special powder on the bloody soles of his feet.

The sole of the foot, which was originally bloody and bloody, healed instantly the moment the powder was sprinkled on it, leaving no trace of the original miserable appearance.

[Isn’t the host going to use this wound to make a living? 】 Xiaobai didn't understand why Yan Qingning walked to Tianshu Sect holding on to the wound, but after arriving, he didn't do anything to the mission target and just let the wound heal.

This is completely inconsistent with its host’s goal of maximizing profits, right? !

Yan Qingning did not answer Xiao Bai's question, threw the medicine bottle aside, and turned to Xiao Bai: [The dignified Supreme Being of the Demon Realm, his cultivation level decreased after being seriously injured, but in order to pursue the figure of his sweetheart, he endured the injury on the sole of his foot and walked on foot. It lasted for three days. In the end, because I didn't want to ruin my foot, I reluctantly used inferior medicinal powder to force the wound to heal quickly, but I had to endure the pain of decay inside with every step. 】

[Such a plot...] Yan Qingning rolled his eyes, and when he glanced at the disappeared medicine bottle, he smiled without trace, his eyes dark and unpredictable: [...Isn't it the most suitable for a deep sadomasochistic love? ? 】

noob:【! ! ! 】

Yan Qingning suddenly lost all strength and collapsed under the peach tree from exhaustion. He closed his eyes and waited quietly for Jiang Zhuoan's arrival.

The vine spirit who had been hiding aside rubbed the porcelain bottle he picked up in his hand, looking at the sleeping Yan Qingning, and was a little confused about his identity.

Although he had received news from the Immortal Lord that his new disciple was a demon, he didn't know anything about the rest of this demon.

The vine spirit stared at Yan Qingning, who was already semi-conscious, with dark eyes, and whispered to the vine next to him: "Go and spread the news now, and investigate this demon with unknown origins."

The vine nodded, knowing it, and then quickly retreated.

Yan Qingning nestled in the space of consciousness, seeing all this clearly, and said with regret: "I originally wanted to expose these things in front of the little beauty, but now..."

Although he did not continue speaking, his attitude was obvious——

He was gloating.

Jiang Zhuo'an's natural constitution is biased towards coldness, and the exercises he practices are also of cold nature, so he does not show any signs of being afraid of the cold.

Therefore, he had never had the habit of blow-drying his hair. He was wearing a white slut and dripping black hair, and he just came out of the back mountain without any hesitation.

The night breeze was slightly cool, randomly lifting the petals under the peach blossom tree, and also delivered the vague smell of blood to the tip of his nose.

Jiang Zhuo'an frowned and keenly captured the source of the bloody smell——

It was the peach tree he planted a long time ago.

He turned his attention to the peach tree, but saw a figure under the peach tree that he didn't want to see.

The man's eyes were closed tightly, large beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his whole body was shaking slightly, as if he was enduring great pain.

Jiang Zhuo'an paused in his steps. He wanted to avoid him, but he unknowingly came closer to him.

Looking closer, the color between his eyebrows is even worse, and at this moment, his face is pale, which neutralizes the strong attack power between his eyebrows, making the whole person look beautiful and fragile.

Not sure what he thought of, he summoned the Xing Yan Sword and took away the sword energy remaining on Yan Qingning's body.

However, just when he was about to leave after doing this, Yan Qingning, who had fallen asleep, suddenly woke up, tremblingly pulled his sleeves, and whispered: "Master..."

Jiang Zhuo'an was startled, half of his body froze and he turned around: "What's the matter?"

Yan Qingning pretended to be casual and tugged off his sleeves, and tore off his loose clothes with satisfaction, revealing his lean figure underneath.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhuo'an's figure, desperately suppressing the anger in his heart to avoid nosebleeds in front of the mission target.

He had a pale face, obviously seriously injured, but he was still concerned about Jiang Zhuoan's undried hair: "Master, why didn't you blow-dry your hair?"

After that, he forced himself to stand up and moved step by step behind Jiang Zhuo'an. His weak hands were placed on his shoulders, and his whole body was almost pressed against Jiang Zhuo'an's back.

His eyes lit up, as if he was happy for this closeness to Jiang Zhuo'an: "Master, I will help you blow dry your hair..."

He has not practiced immortality, but still uses demonic energy.

The dark purple demonic energy flickered on and off in his palm, which was a precursor to the exhaustion of the demonic energy.

But he didn't care. He held Jiang Zhuo'an's long hair and used his demonic energy to dry it inch by inch. His movements were delicate and gentle, as if he was treating his life-long treasure.

Jiang Zhuoan did not recall the Xingyan Sword in his hand, but just held it in his hand instead of mercilessly piercing the sword into his body like before.

Xiaobai: [The mission target's love value is +10, the mission target's love value is -5, and the current love value is: 15. 】

After Xiaobai reported, he was puzzled: [Master, how come his love value increases and decreases? 】

[He is struggling! ] Yan Qingning smiled: [He was touched by my kindness to him, but also struggled with my identity as a demon, so... he would not let down his guard against me easily. 】

The feeling of overdraft of demonic energy is definitely not a good one, especially Yan Qingning's overdraft this time is still too much.

His feet were weak and he was about to fall to the ground as soon as his vision went dark.

The body's reaction was always more honest than what the words said. Jiang Zhuoan's mind was still debating whether to hold him, but his hands had already brought him into his arms, who was dizzy.

The dizziness subsided a little. Yan Qingning stretched out his hand to rub his dizzy head. He looked up at Jiang Zhuoan's chin and was a little surprised: "...Master actually doesn't hate me that much, right?"

Jiang Zhuoan's body stiffened, and he held his arm and didn't know how to put it down for a moment.After a long while, he said firmly: "I don't like demons."

He rarely said this loudly. He didn't know whether he was talking to Yan Qingning or admonishing his inexplicably throbbing heart.

Yan Qingning nestled in his arms obediently, rolled her eyes, rubbed her neck and said coquettishly: "Yes! Master doesn't like demons, Master only likes me!"

Xiaobai: [Task target love value +5, current love value is: 20. 】