Wearing a book: I conquer the male protagonist with my beauty

That night, Qing Chenxu fell into a drowsy sleep and was woken up by the system——

[Host, it's time to wake up and pee——]

"Don't be noisy...it's not yet dawn..."

[Host, go out and walk through the mission process! 】

The dragon roared: "Wow, woof, woof!!"

[Okay, I can only use that trick! 】

"Stab!"

There was a burst of electricity, and Qing Chenxu jumped up, "Fuck me, where is the leakage?! Damn, the system is out of your mind!"

[Don't sleep, let's go through a mission process! 】

Qing Chenxu was still in a daze, looking at Duan Mu who was lying beside him: "He didn't wake up after I bombarded him like this?"

[With me here, he can't wake up. 】

Qing Chenxu yawned while putting on his clothes: "It's late at night, why can't we wait for dawn?!"

[Can't wait for dawn, let's go and say hello to the heroine! 】

When Qing Chenxu thought of An Rongrong, his scalp became numb: "Didn't they leave before dark? Where can I find them?!"

At the same time, in the woods a hundred meters away from Xixi Fishing Village, disciples of Fencheng were entrenched here.

An Rongrong sat on the side with a solemn expression, while several disciples were chattering non-stop——

"If it wasn't for you during the day, I would have controlled that evil creature long ago, and the result was good. If someone else took the lead, I would lose all face in burning the city!"

"You still have the face to criticize me. When I was attacked, you still shrank back and acted as the Eighth Prince. Why are you calling me now?"

"What the hell, I fuck you!!"

"Come on, who is afraid of whom! Whoever does not have grandson!!"

An Rongrong was already annoyed, but now she was even more annoyed, she yelled, "Stop making noise! ​​Don't forget the purpose of our stay here!"

Several disciples let go angrily: "Sister, do we really want to recruit that surnamed Duan? But he is no longer Senior Brother Duan! Besides, he also has a Master Demon Cultivator, two men living in the same room, I'm afraid there will be no good things... "

"Shut up!!" An Rongrong stopped.

"Senior sister, are you sure that the kid named Duan will come to Linzi?"

An Rongrong said: "Of course, he went here to practice swords last night, but it's a pity that when I found out, he had already gone back to rest."

"Tonight, I must persuade him to come into my burning city!"

At this moment, footsteps were heard not far away, and several people immediately extinguished the fire and hid behind the trees.

Qing Chenxu carried a small lantern and followed the system's instructions to find Lin Zi. Looking at the dark night, he muttered, "Where is anyone? They must have left, I'd better go back to sleep!"

As soon as he turned around, he bumped into a cold face, which scared him half to death!

An Rongrong looked at him with a gloomy face: "It's already here, let's sit for a while before leaving..."

Qing Chenxu retreated reflexively, and smiled sarcastically: "No, no, no... don't sit down, I'd better go back!"

He bypassed the people and ran, and a few disciples rushed out from behind, blocking his way with their hands open.

"Sure enough, she is as beautiful as a flower, but it's a pity that she is a magician, otherwise..."

With a thought in An Rongrong's mind, ferocity appeared in her eyes, she shook her hand, and dropped a golden object.

Seeing her turn around and throw it, the thing opened immediately and grabbed Qing Chenxu's neck in the next second.

It was an iron object, but it had a strange luster. There were dozens of steel needles inside the iron ring. When Qing Chen Xu was clasped tightly, those steel needles pierced into his neck!

Qing Chenxu only felt that the strength in his whole body was quickly sealed, and he couldn't use any spells. The steel needle was hollow, and some kind of medicine was put in it, which continuously tortured his nerves.

"Does it hurt? Is it uncomfortable?" An Rongrong paced to his side, "This is the latest magic weapon that I, Burning City, developed for the demon cultivator. If you have such a great ability, it is like a waste."

She stretched out her hand to push, and Qing Chenxu immediately collapsed to the ground, his bloodless face was filled with disbelief, and he tried to break free, but this thing took his strength, bit him to death, and he couldn't pull it away no matter what.

"An Rongrong, I have no grievances with you, why are you targeting me like this?"

An Rongrong smiled slantingly: "I don't want to discuss the grievances of the past with you again. Right now, I am only acting on behalf of Fencheng for the purpose of doing things - all demons who cultivate evil, would rather kill the wrong than let them go!"

She turned to smile cruelly: "Aren't you bored? This beauty has been delivered to your door automatically, why don't you do it?"

After being reminded by An Rongrong, a smirk gradually appeared on the faces of all the disciples: "Yeah, it's a pity to kill such a beautiful demon cultivator like this."

"As long as you take care of the young masters comfortably, you will be left with a dead body!"

"Brothers, don't compete with me, I will be the first!"

Qing Chenxu turned pale with fright, his feet and hands were grabbed, his clothes were torn into a mess: "You bastards, I will never let you go!"

An Rongrong sneered: "You reminded me, so I can only crush you afterwards—"

Qing Chenxu was tossed around like a ball, and his clothes slowly lost their position in a burst of "sigh--", revealing his alluring skin...

He screamed in his heart: "System! Help!! Help me!!"

[Host don't be afraid, the hero will be there in three seconds! 】

Just after finishing speaking, a powerful sword energy descended from the sky, and all the disciples were immediately blown away.

Just as Qing Chenxu was about to turn his head, a white robe was wrapped around him, and his forehead was pressed against a familiar chest.

Duan Mu's canthus were about to burst, he glared at An Rongrong fiercely, and using his saber, stabbed at the crowd fiercely: "All, all, damn it, die!"

An Rongrong was scratched in many places, and she yelled anxiously: "Duan Mu, you are crazy! How dare you fight against Fencheng?! How dare you fight against the Hundred Schools of Immortals?! You are dying!!"

Duan Mu's voice has changed: "My master has no grievances or enmity with you, you can bully if you say you want to, he is my master, I am his apprentice, today I will kill all of you!"

"Duan Mu! How long will you be fooled by him? There are so many beautiful men and women in Fencheng, why do you give up the whole forest for this tree? Duan..."

Duan Mu flew towards An Rongrong with a flash of sword energy, and yelled angrily: "Don't call me by my name again! Burning the city is nothing, no matter how good it is, it can't compare to a single hair of my master. I, Duan Mu, are here today!" I swear here that I will live forever and ever, and I will never stand with Xianmen, nor with Burning City!"

"I disdain to enter your fairy gate, I practice the immortal way, but I entered the demon gate, none of you are worthy to teach me how to do things!!"

Qing Chenxu grabbed Duan Mu's clothes and huddled into a ball: "Duan Mu, forget it, Xianmen can't afford to provoke you, let's go... let's get out of here immediately!!"

Duan Mu hugged the person in his arms tightly, his sword eyebrows frowned, and the surrounding screamed again and again, countless severed hands fell all over the ground: "Death is too cheap for you, you have touched my master's hand, so stay here!"

"I would like to see how tolerant Xianmen treats disabled children!"

An Rongrong was the only one who kept both hands, but Duan Mu's hatred for her was the most obvious: "An Rongrong, right? I checked you, and you were also one of Duan Mu's suitors back then, but it's ridiculous Yes, you seem to have been abandoned by him without ever winning his favor..."

"How can a woman have the face to teach others a lesson when she's messed up like this? If you're a good stubble, why won't anyone want you?"

"I'll keep you today, you go back and think about it, why did that Duan Mu suddenly—don't want you!"

An Rongrong's tightly clenched fists ooze blood, and the pain in her heart is comparable to a knife being cut. The scar was ruthlessly lifted up, and the pain is still so obvious...