Artifact Spirit: [I think only you will feel this way…]

Zhenjun Yang Jing is upright and has a hot temper. If he provokes him, he will be like seeking death.

Pei Ye probably didn't know how many monsters and monsters died at his hands, and he actually thought they were fun.

Pei Ye raised his eyebrows: [Isn't it?]

She always felt that Yang Jing Zhenjun had a bit of a paper tiger.

No matter how he teased him, he would give in a little or show a pitiful look, his momentum would be extinguished.

For example, just now, I had already reached this point. If it were others who had been tense and even torn apart, Pei Ye just felt very sorry for his performance. Yang Jing Zhenjun, who was still aggressive the previous second, actually began to surrender???

It's really fun!

Pei Ye was still obedient when he got the advantage and joked hypocritically: [Junior Brother Yang Jing has such a temper. If he finds a Taoist partner who can play one day, he will not be controlled so hard? I will help him preview in advance and be more careful so as not to lose his vigor in the future.]

When the spirit of the artifact heard Pei Ye laughing arrogantly, he couldn't help but say a fair word.

[I hope you can be an individual occasionally. It will be of no benefit to you if you bully him fiercely.]

Pei Ye raised his eyebrows: [Haha, can he still beat me?]

Spirit of the weapon:【In a sense, yes.】

Pei Ye said: [But he can't beat me.]

It is true that Yang Jing Zhenjun is a Nascent Soul monk, but he cannot resist the fierce firepower in Pei Ye's hands, and his all-round bombing tactics are invincible.

The weapon spirit said quietly: [You are still young, you don’t understand. You don’t know that the effects of power are mutual.]

Pei Ye: "???"

Why did she have the illusion of driving a car?

With a question mark on his forehead, Pei Ye went to wash his face, changed into a clean bedcloth and prepared to fall asleep.

He lifted the quilt and lay in, and pulled it to his chin.

"Sleep and get up early tomorrow."

Artifact Spirit: [Well, (|3[▓▓]Good night.]

The cold quilt was soon warmed by Pei Ye's hot stove.

As her sleepiness became stronger, Pei Ye began to let herself go. From the beginning, her hands were placed on her lower abdomen, gradually becoming wide open and her limbs were raised. This would give her a sense of satisfaction of occupying the territory. Often she would fall asleep and wake up again and then dawn.

I thought today was no exception, but when I was sleeping, I touched a piece of fair, smooth and slightly cool unfamiliar skin.

Pei Ye: "!!!"

The nerves suddenly tensed up and the sleepiness disappeared.

A light and quick kite flipped over and flicked to the edge of the bed.

But on the inside of the bed, "Yang Jing Zhenjun" was holding the face of "Yang Xiao Yuanjun", with slender hands on his forehead, and smiling at him.

Pei Ye kicked him without thinking.

"True Lord Yanghua is really ruthless. He can even take such a stunning beauty."

The beauty who kicked her hard and lying on the side fell on the collapse turned into a wisp of blue smoke and dissipated, and then condensed at the end of the bed the next moment.

This person was half lying at the end of the bed, with a graceful and enchanting look. His upper body was only half covered with a bedding, revealing his smooth and thin snow shoulders.

The candlelight in the room is dark, the beautiful woman's mouth is slightly opened, her tongue is lightly vomited, and her beautiful eyes are blurred.

"Can you-a little more normal?"

Pei Ye covered the collar of his bed clothes and looked at the "Yang Jing Zhenjun" in front of him and his face turned green.

"The True Lord~~~ I don't like this to my slave family?"

A simple title, this person said it in a twists and turns, and the waves were added to it, and the slight tremor rushed straight from the back of his head like an electric current on his back.

"Brother, let's discuss something. You can use the beauty trick, but can you change your face?"

The woman's smile froze, she stood up and closed her long hair, exuding a mature, charming and lazy aura: "Why? Are you not happy? But I clearly see that you like this face and this body very much, so she transformed into a good night for you."

Charming and charming, demonic sentient beings.

Pei Ye: “…”

At this moment, she had ten thousand national curses in her heart and wanted to hit this person in the face.

No matter how good the vest of "Yangxiao Yuanjun" looks, it cannot conceal the fact that it is essentially "Yangjing Zhenjun".

Pei Ye's face became darker and darker, and he was about to develop into the bottom of the pot.

The woman's slender and smooth legs overlap gracefully, with her slender fingers slid across her collarbone and neck, and raised her eyebrows: "Do you really not be moved by Zhenjun Yanghua?"

"No, thank you, I won't lift it."

Pei Ye simply refused with three consecutive rules.

Now it was the turn of the woman's smile on her face, her charming aura dissipated, and her face added a bit of trembling depressingness.

"True Lord Yanghua, you-" Before he finished speaking, the woman's eyes shone, and she grabbed the bedding and turned around. The next moment, a red knife energy from the next door split the fragile wall, and the ground cracked more than one meter wide, separating Pei Ye from the strange woman.

The howling wind blows, making people's long hair messy and the corners of their clothes fly randomly.

Pei Ye could only cover his collar, leaned his upper body slightly back, avoiding the sword energy that was flying by the side.

Looking at the living yard that was chopped in half, Pei Yemu turned his head blankly to look at the source of the knife energy.

Yang Jingzhenjun, wearing a red bedcloth, held a knife and looked at him with a cold face.

That look—

The weapon spirit said with a tsk: [That was the look that I wished I could pull you out and slander...]

Pei Ye's face turned dark: [I am a woman, I don't have this organ if I want to be scolded. If you have a slaughter, don't just jump out and complain.]

The spirit of weapon: [Is this the point? The point is not that his eyes look at you are very, very dangerous?]

Pei Ye said: [No, the look of that woman is more fierce!]

If the look of Yang Jingzhenjun looking at Pei Ye was to criticize her, then the look of looking at that woman was to cut her into 18,000 yuan, and finally throw it into the meat grinder to stir it up, then take it to make dumplings and feed the dogs... After thinking about this, Pei Ye instantly felt psychologically balanced.

Yang Jingzhenjun said coldly: "If you don't sleep at night, what shameful things are you doing?"

Pei Ye: “…”

The woman's mouth twitched, but she won't lose.

"This Yuanjun is too polite. The harmony of yin and yang, the love between men and women, and the natural joy. Why did Yuanjun say that it was a 'shameful thing'?" The moment the wall was split, the woman wiped off the illusion and disguised her deity.

She is actually a woman with a pure appearance and pure temperament, like a beautiful and blooming white lotus, and can be pity for light eyebrows and frowning.

It's completely different from her behavior of being shining in the middle of the night and running to someone's bed, and having half of it tough.

Yang Jingzhenjun glanced at the woman with his eyes squinted, and his nose overflowed for a lifetime of disdain and sneering.

"I don't know shame!"

The woman grabbed the bedding with one hand and took the hair rope with the other hand and simply fixed it to make a simple close-fitting long skirt.

Although it is rough, it has a more simple and simple beauty against the backdrop of the woman's face.
Chapter completed!