I'm not really a gold saint

Chapter 38 Magic Bell, stay away from me!
The plane flew across the sky, shuttled through the white clouds, and came to the sky above Sicily.

The sky is sunset and the western mountains are in the sky, and the sky is orange red.

Rows of circular airplane windows exude the hazy sunset light, illuminating everyone's faces.

For the convenience of Ding Li, he temporarily wore a T-shirt to cover his muscular body. He chose to close his eyes slightly as if he was sleeping.

The surrounding Silver Saints are also resting.

The magic bell also leaned against the seat, breathing steadily, as if resting.

Seiya was sitting opposite Ding Li, looking out the window, the two had no communication from beginning to end.

Ding Li was actually in a state of dozing, his mental power enveloped the surrounding area, and if someone moved, he could react immediately.

This is alertness.

In his eyes, this expedition is not as simple as imagined.

With the magic bell aside, the ghost knows what arrangements Saga will have.

After all, that's a crazy and smart psycho.

Suddenly, a slender hand patted Ding Li's shoulder from behind.

Turning around, Ding Li saw Mo Ling's face wearing a white mask, and asked, "...what's the matter?"

"Shh, come with me..."

Mo Ling hooked her white jade-like fingers, lifted a corner of her skirt, revealing her plump and powerful legs, and walked slowly towards the bathroom.

I have to say that Mo Ling actually wore a sailor skirt today, which added a strong femininity and highlighted the almost perfect body proportions, making it even more eye-catching.

This luxurious special-purpose large aircraft has multiple rooms. After passing through two doors, the two entered the bathroom, and the magic bell closed the door of the bathroom with a click.

The bathroom is not only large, but also very luxurious. It is divided into inner and outer layers. Inside, there is a soft leather sofa for two people for resting, and there is even a dimly lit neon light.

Why does it feel that the outside of the bathroom is more like a small bedroom, a little bit unscrupulous.

Mo Ling stopped in her tracks and suddenly asked, "Ding Li, have you offended His Majesty the Pope?"

"Forget it, I asked His Majesty for the Gemini Golden Saint Cloth, the old man must be unhappy, I guess this is the reason!"

Ding Li nodded slightly, staring at the graceful and plump female saint in front of him.

The other party and Sharna have very different personalities, and they behave very calmly, holding back their emotions.

I have seen the real face of the magic bell, and the other party will definitely kill me, so I have to guard against it.

"Ugh……"

The magic bell sighed, the skirt fluttered slightly, and the graceful body against the neon lights looked fascinating.

Ding Li wondered, "Why did you call me here..."

"By the way, what's the matter with your muscles?"

Mo Ling turned her head and looked at Ding Li's chest: "I remember that your training performance was not good before, your body may be weak, your arms and legs are thin...how can you practice now that you are full of muscles? Could it be that Sharna asked you to practice some secret method?" ?”

"Although you relied on your muscles to defeat Seiya, the battle between us made me feel a special power fluctuation in your body. Check it for me to see what's going on."

Ding Li frowned suddenly, what did Mo Ling want?

Because there are too many small universes in the cemetery, I injected all the small universes into the muscles, bones, and even blood, which greatly strengthened the body. It can be said that his true strength is hidden in the muscles.

If the other party uses the small universe to probe carefully at close range, his hidden small universe will definitely be exposed.

This is not a good thing.

Mo Ling's white jade hand stretched out, Ding Li slid a step back to avoid the other's white hand, then he shook his head slightly: "Mo Ling, you are so charming, I'm afraid I can't help it."

"You've seen my face, why are you afraid you can't help it?"

Mo Ling took off her mask, revealing that pretty face that was as cold as ice.

What a beautiful baby face, matched with this domineering figure.

Four words once again appeared in Ding Li's mind, "Tong Yanju, what kind of tits..."

I saw an imperceptible smile on the corner of Mo Ling's mouth: "It's really strange. When you took off my mask a few days ago, you were very courageous. Why are you afraid now?"

"Don't talk so much."

"Come here, let me check your body for you."

The magic bell stretched out her slender hand again.

"Moling, wait a minute, to tell you the truth, I'm actually an evil person, I can't get close to women, maybe I will lose my mind and turn into a werewolf, and you will be miserable."

Ding Li's footsteps turned, and he took a step back suddenly. The speed was a bit fast, almost leaving an afterimage in midair.

Almost knocked a hole in the rear toilet square door.

Mo Ling narrowed her eyes slightly, her footwork was so fast.

"Is your strength really only Bronze Saint Seiya?"

Mo Ling's pure and lustful expression became a little strange: "Why are you so afraid of me? This is not like you."

"I'm really practicing Tong Zi Gong, so I've been working hard to cultivate my physical body... Please don't touch me."

But the magic bell didn't listen, and approached step by step.

After retreating to the sofa, there was no way to retreat. Ding Li lowered his head to look at the white palm of the magic bell that struck him without warning. Those five green fingers and pink nails were lightly tapped on his chest muscles. Wu rubbed something on his chest muscles.

Looking at Mo Ling's innocent doll's face, there was a blush, her rose-like red lips were slightly parted, her breath was blue, and her black shiny eyes were full of curiosity.

Magic Bell!

What are you touching me for?
I have a mental illness, do you want to see me sick.

Ding Li's eyes twitched, and he made a quick decision.

Immediately, he was transported to his dantian, his muscles swelled, and a ferocious clothes exploded. After the clothes burst, his face twisted, his mouth watered, and he stared lewdly at Mo Ling's beautiful and pure face, and shouted loudly: "... Sister Moling, here I come!"

After finishing speaking, he spread his limbs and was about to be eaten by a hungry tiger.

Aren't you going to kill me?
I treat you like a tigress, but you want to wrestle with me?
Then I, Ding Li, will fight with you today!
"Shhh, don't yell, or you will be heard outside..."

Mo Ling didn't take it seriously, there was a strange smile on the corner of her mouth, her face was a little flushed, and there seemed to be some anticipation in those beautiful eyes.

Ding Li: ...

Not right!

Mo Ling, why do you still look expectant?

What the hell!

let me out! ! !

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what sound?
It sounds quite intense, is it the sound of fighting?
Someone fighting in the toilet?
All the people in the cabin are saints, and they naturally have psychic eyes and ears. Although they are separated by two thick doors, everyone can still clearly hear Ding Li's loud voice.

"Magic Ling, don't, don't!"

"I would rather die than obey!"

"Try to touch me again... Believe it or not, I'm going to be a werewolf right now."

Everyone was even more confused after hearing this.

Seiya was the first to stand up and listen carefully, trying to hear what happened.

"Who did Mo Ling go to the bathroom with just now?"

Moses asked.

Adrian of the Canes constellation smiled: "It's the gravekeeper who has a problem with his brain."

"Ding Li?"

"It sounded like he was fighting. He's just a grave guard, so he won't be the opponent of the magic bell."

Moxis curled his lips: "It should be the magic bell that is repairing him."

Adrian suddenly laughed: "If these two people weren't fighting in the toilet?"

Moxis asked strangely: "It's not fighting, what are they doing?"

As soon as these words came out, Seiya was the first to blush, his neck was thick, his fists were clenched tightly, and he was about to rush into the toilet, but was pushed down by Aljedi in Hercules behind him.

All the holy fighters looked at each other with inexplicable expressions. They got up one by one, and finally rushed to the door of the toilet to listen, and there were expressions on their faces that men could understand...

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