Fairy, things are really not what you think!

The only way to crack it is to brute force it, or to be proficient in talisman formations and hack it.

But...Meng Ruohuan is an exception.

Her root bones are "ever-changing", allowing her to easily simulate the soul aura of anyone she meets.

Unlocking the restriction by hooking the Lingbao is nothing more than an easy task.

Spiritual consciousness rummaged through the ring, and soon——

Meng Ruohuan found what she was looking for.

She reached out to the ring on the girl's finger.

A picture scroll that was about the same size as the one she found in the sachet of the true disciple of Zhenwu Pavilion yesterday appeared in Meng Ruohuan's hands.

The witch sitting on the pine branch with her legs crossed smiled coldly.

Beside her... was a Zhenwu Pavilion girl who was hanging on a pine branch like a salted fish, her legs trembling and twitching from time to time.

Meng Ruohuan slowly opened the scroll.

She wanted to see...what the 'God of God' actually painted her like.

The picture scroll of "Guranshen" is not very easy to buy.

There are many rules to ask for a purchase.

What is the first thing to join is the 'Original God Support Team'.

It has to be a young and beautiful girl.

The most important and most important thing is! ! !

They are not sold to young girls who have not yet reached their prime.

If you want to buy picture scrolls, you must show proof of immortality over [-] years old.

It’s true that Qi is evil and Meng Ruohuan is the same.

It made her have to make such a bad move.

Look down on minors!

Minors are Nascent Souls! ! !

what about you! ! !

Meng Ruohuan slowly opened the scroll, and then...she froze there.

Swah——

The girl directly closed the scroll, then lowered her head and pressed her red cheek against the cold scroll.

So... so good.

part.15 Thank you for the invitation - I was tempted by myself [Second update]

The girl sitting on the branch of the ancient pine tilted her head slightly.

While covering her red face with her right hand, her left hand tightly held the picture scroll in her arms, and the cold picture scroll was pressed against the other side of the girl's small face.

The startled girl in a white dress has a pair of cute little feet hooked up at this moment, her legs are twisted together, how can she see a generation of Tianjiao who is rare in the ages, who is not yet double ten The elegant demeanor of a Nascent Soul Realm monk in his prime.

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"How...how can you be so attractive..."

Meng Ruohuan's clear, trance-like crimson eyes seemed a little hazy.

In fact... yesterday, when I saw the painting of the Cave Saint crouching beside the hot spring pool with her head raised, her plain skirt blooming like an epiphyllum in the rippling water, Meng Ruohuan was fascinated by the painting of the guy named Gu Ran. Gong, in fact, there is a bit of expectation.

"but..."

"but..."

The girl's white and soft little feet twisted cutely in the air.

The bells tied around the girl's ankles jingled, echoing crisply in the valley.

As a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm, he can walk on the wind even without the help of any spiritual treasures.

Walking on the ground, the body is also supported by the breeze.

For Meng Ruohuan, whether to wear shoes or not does not seem to be a big problem.

Since the world has slandered her for being unrestrained, she is not bound by secular etiquette.

Then she will break the worldly etiquette.

She, Meng Ruohuan, was also the one who dared to step on the book of the Hollow Saintess.

But at this moment...Meng Ruohuan, who used to boast that she was fearless, wanted to twist on this ancient pine branch.

"How...how can you be so awesome."

"..."

"Thank you, I was caught by myself."

Obviously, the person who got the dream-making technique should be the Zhenwu Pavilion girl next to her who twitches from time to time, but Meng Ruohuan felt that the person who got the dream-making technique was herself.

The beautiful eyes that were crimson like butterfly wings fluttered, and the eyes seemed a bit blurred to some extent.

Covering her face with the scroll, after cooling down for a long time, Meng Ruohuan took a deep breath, and slowly unfolded the scroll again.

Just as the Zhenwu Pavilion girl said, the picture scroll she holds is the "Picture of the Emotional Witch Emerging from the Bath".

The girl on the scroll is sitting sideways by the bathtub, with her back facing the direction of the painter.

She seemed to have just come out of the bath, and she turned her head slightly.

The black hair, smooth as a waterfall, completely falls from the girl's left shoulder and neck, and hangs around the neck and on the chest.

And the girl's right hand seems to be ashamed to grab the soft white silk and hold it in front of her body.

But...it is precisely because of the girl's right hand that the soft white silk clings to the girl's body, slightly outlining a little line.

The hazy mist of the bath shrouded everything, covering everything.

But the more hazy it is, the more moving it is.

On the picture scroll, the girl's snowy back looks like a piece of brocade.

She turned her head and looked back. Her watery dark red eyes were like butterflies with wings spread. There was no trace of the bohemian witch's demeanor as rumored.

Those watery eyes made Ruo Mengmeng even feel that his soul was going to be aroused.

Obviously there is no degree of exposure, it is a normal picture scroll.

"but..."

"But..." Meng Ruohuan took a few quick glances, then covered the scroll with a slam, her little head was also calm, and her cheek was pressed against the cold scroll.

"How can it be so beautiful?"

This time, Meng Ruohuan had a deep understanding of what the girl from Zhenwu Pavilion meant by "easy to use".

"This, this, this..."

"Who can handle this."

"But sure enough—" Meng Ruohuan's competitive spirit was unexpectedly aroused on the other hand, "I am better than that sanctimonious guy in Dongxu Shengfu..."

"Eleven thousand times better!"

"Not only me, but even Setu!"

That's right—

Meng Ruohuan has already affirmed that the person on the picture scroll of "The Witch of the Love Sect Coming Out of the Bath" is herself.

My own body shape——

own appearance.

own eyes.

I... will never admit my mistake.

But the gaze of those eyes in the picture scroll...Meng Ruohuan even subconsciously imitated her own posture on that picture scroll.

Meng Ruohuan, who was sitting on the branch of the ancient pine with her legs crossed, turned her head subconsciously. Her beautiful eyes, which were glistening because of the picture scroll, seemed to be looking for somewhere behind the ancient pine, as if there was a person , with a pair of eyes, right there.

Watching her seriously, describing her.

Use the paintbrush in your hand to paint everything.

"Myself on the scroll..."

"Even... more seductive than the real self."

Those water-colored eyes clearly showed a lovely expression of deep love.

Meng Ruohuan on the scroll knew that the man was there, holding a paintbrush.

But she was willing to let that person draw everything.

But in reality, who can make herself, the number one witch in nine heavens and ten places, bow her head?

Meng Ruohuan traced the picture scroll with her fingertips.

She doesn't understand—

The man with the pen...when did he see himself.

And how...to draw himself so vividly.

It seems to jump off the paper.

The picture scroll resting on the fingertips seems to have some special magic power.

Let Meng Ruohuan keep unfolding the picture scroll, and she is so ashamed by herself that her white and soft feet are about to bend into cute crescent moons.

Empty valley.

The dignified Yuanyingjing generation Tianjiao twisted around on the ancient pine branches, pressing the cold scroll to her cheek to cool her face.

Jingle bell--

The bell tied around the girl's ankle rang in the empty valley.

After finally slowing down a little bit.The picture scroll, which contains wonderful magical power, is like some kind of maze, which seduces Meng Ruohuan's heart, making her slowly...slowly draw the picture scroll away.

Then she was so ashamed again, twisting and twisting, the girl seemed to have opened the door to a new world deep in her heart.

Fengyue, it seems that it is not so romantic.

Tasting it carefully, it even seems to be called elegant.

Until the picture scroll has been covered by Meng Ruohuan's hot arms and chest.

In the distance... the setting sun is gradually setting, rendering the vast expanse of sky sunset into a magnificent rose red appearance.

The girl crouched on the branch of the ancient pine, with her cute little feet up, holding the picture scroll in her arms, as if she had just turned around from that charming situation.

Meng Ruohuan finally realized something was wrong.

This time... She tried her best to suppress the thoughts deep in her heart about unfolding the picture scroll and observing and experiencing it carefully.The girl swallowed hard, and stored the scroll in the deepest part of the jade pendant Lingbao space around her neck.

The girl who was panting slightly held the oblique branch of the ancient pine tightly with her almost exhausted right hand.

That scroll——

Something was a little too much wrong.

There seems to be some kind of mysterious formation hidden above.

It will only be hooked under some special opportunities, and then... a series of unexpected effects will be triggered.

and--

Meng Ruohuan closed her eyes and could even feel the sea of ​​qi surging in her Zifu.

The aura is condensed.

But it was just a short afternoon, which was worth a small retreat before.

"Therefore—"