Chapter 85 This place is waxed! The lord is planted

 Immediately afterwards, there was another "plop".

  Then, there was a long silence.

  "!"

  Outside the door, Baili Changsheng was stunned. After a few seconds, his fair and handsome face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  He immediately covered his ears, turned around quickly, murmured in his mouth, and began to chant: "See no evil, hear no evil, say no evil, do no evil...Eh?" Shu Wei looked at the young man in front of him inexplicably

  , I saw the blush on his face spread from his cheeks to the roots of his ears.

  Yanshi Meixing, a word that can only describe women, is very suitable for Baili Changsheng at this moment.

  Shy and unnatural.

  Shu Wei paused and said hesitantly: "You..."

  "I wanted to take a peek alone." Baili Changsheng put down his hand, pretended to be calm, and said with his head held high, "But since you are here Well, let's all take a peek."

  Shu Wei looked at him with pity in his eyes: "You are sick."

  Sure enough, just like Sister Ji Le said, there is something wrong with this junior brother's brain.

  Baili Changsheng: "..."

  Gossip is human nature, okay?

  He just wants to know what the pavilion master and the man are doing, can't he just imagine?

  Thinking of this, his face suddenly turned red again.

  "Senior Shu, Senior Sister." Baili Changsheng tightened his face and struggled to call out the title, "Is the Pavilion Master's profession a human trafficker?" He felt very aggrieved because he was obviously several years older than

  Shu Wei. However, he came in late, so according to the tradition, he had to call Shu Wei as Senior Sister.

  Shu Wei glanced at him, stood up, and hooked his hands.

  Baili Changsheng was stunned: "Sister Shu, what does this mean?"

  "Try a move." Shu Wei spat out two words, "The pavilion master said, we must improve our strength as soon as possible."

  Baili Changsheng: "..."

  Fall!

  During this time, every time he made gestures with Shu Wei, he had to worry about not hurting her and at the same time protect himself, it was really too difficult.

  Often every time he forced himself to stop, his senior sister would punch him.

  That fist was really painful and had a cool aura.

  In fact, this was equivalent to him being beaten unilaterally. After all, his killing skills were better than Shu Wei's, but he couldn't really kill her because it was just a competition.

  Fortunately, he has been in the blood field for so many years, and he can be regarded as rough-skinned and thick-skinned.

  But if it goes on for a long time, he will really become a sandbag!

  Moreover, his little senior sister is really a magical existence.

  Other practitioners can only advance to the next level in a year. The little senior sister broke through with a "swish" every two days, and then broke through with a "bang" every two days.

  Abnormal!

  But the most perverted one is the pavilion master. He is a fifth-level spiritual master, but he can't beat the pavilion master who is a fourth-level spiritual master.

  Alas... Baili's little brother looked up at the sky sadly.

  Except for him, everyone in this sect is perverted, what should I do?

  As soon as he thought of this, Baili Changsheng sneezed suddenly, uncontrollably.

  After the beating, he felt very strange. Could it be that someone scolded him?

  "You don't want to?" Seeing Baili Changsheng's silence, Shu Wei frowned, "Then I..."

  "No, I do!" Baili Changsheng cried bitterly in his heart for a while, wiped his face, and said With a heroic look, he said, "Come on, senior sister! You fight, and I won't say another word!"

  Then I practiced in front of the wooden stake... Shu Wei didn't say the last sentence.

  Baili Changsheng didn't know that he could have escaped. He thought for a while, covered his head, felt aggrieved, and his eyes were misty: "Little senior sister, can you be gentler when you hit me later?" "...

  "

  **

  Inside the house.

  Jun Muzhen looked at herself, her expression a little confused.

  How did it get to this point?

  Rewinding the time to a few minutes ago -

  after entering the room, Rong Qing coughed a few more times. The color of her lips became lighter and paler with the coughing. She really looked like a frail and sick beauty.

  "Take some medicine quickly." Jun Muqian frowned and took out a few pills to strengthen the body and strengthen the body. "Then, let me see what's going on with your body." Rong Qing just glanced at her, and

  then Slowly sat on the bed, with a leisurely posture and a slender back.

  "You can't be willful." Jun Muqian took a step forward and called him by name for the first time, "Rong Qing, rest quickly!" As a result, perhaps because she didn't control her strength well, her foot slipped and she fell straight down

  . He fell down and fell.

  Fortunately, someone helped me.

  "..."

  This place is waxed!

  Out of the corner of her eye, Jun Muqian glanced at the somewhat reflective floor and couldn't help but hold her forehead and sigh.

  commit a sin.

  She really didn't think about anything this time.

  Accident, purely accidental.

  "A sprained foot?"

  Finally, Rong Qing broke the silence first.

  Jun Muqian looked calm and stood up calmly. She frowned: "Are you injured?" Rong Qing shook her head and said

  calmly, "It's not an injury."

  "What is that?" Jun Muqian picked up a teacup and held it in the air. After shaking for a moment, he handed it over and said, "Drink."

  And Rong Qing lay on the bed, not moving.

  He coughed a few times, and his voice became a little weaker.

  The charcoal fire was burning in the room, so Rong Qing's face finally had some color, it was no longer dead white.

  Jun Muqian looked at him and was silent, and after a while, he seemed to realize: "Oh, I forgot that you can't drink like this." So, he helped him up again

  .

  Rong Qing didn't look at what it was, so he took a sip lightly.

  The moment he entered the sweet spring, his eyes flickered: "Spring of Creation?" "You know

  the goods." Jun Muqian nodded, and then said, "Drink up."

  Rong Qing refused this time, with a faint look on his face. : "You're too weak, keep it for yourself."

  "I have plenty of this thing, don't change the subject." Jun Muqian snorted softly, "You haven't said yet, what is it." Rong Qianqian raised his eyes to look at

  her .