My Master is Lin Zhengying

Nan Chen had no choice but to smile wryly, this literary talent is really ink stains:

"Do not worry!"

Hearing this, Wen Cai lay down and pretended to sleep.

Nan Chen hid under the wooden bed.

While holding the mirror, staring outside the house.

He remembered it in the original book.

This mirror was trampled to pieces by the careless "Afang".

As a result, the plantain spirit was alarmed, and she almost escaped in the end.

Later, because of Uncle Jiu's strong Taoism, he chased him out.

Only then was he killed in the plantain grove.

But now, it's him, Nan Chen.

Of course, this kind of thing will not be allowed to happen.

As long as the plantain banshee dares to enter this room.

He has the confidence to use this mirror to block it in the house.

As long as the primordial spirit of this banshee is destroyed, the plantain essence will be over.

Nan Chen thought silently, the literary talent above was also suffering second by second.

About half an hour later, there was a sudden movement outside the house.

I saw a breath, approaching along the red line.

The withered grass on the ground also scattered.

Wrinkles appeared on the taut red rope.

It was as if someone was pulling the red string and approaching step by step.

Nan Chen, who was always ready, naturally saw this scene.

His face froze, and he knew that the plantain essence was coming.

But it's not suitable to make a move yet, because the plantain essence hasn't entered the house yet.

About ten more seconds passed.

Then I saw the folds of the red rope, which had already appeared in the house.

The next moment, the banshee primordial spirit suddenly appeared.

Suspended directly above Wen Cai.

At this time, he was looking at Wen Cai with a charming face.

With that enchanting and seductive appearance, the exposed long white legs were slightly swayed apart.

Wen Cai was stunned, his heart beat faster, it was simply too seductive.

For a while, I forgot to shout.

But when he reacted, he found that the plantain banshee suddenly cast a demonic spell.

The red cloth on his body wrapped around him in an instant.

Let the literary talent be unable to speak, and the body cannot move.

Then she herself wanted to unbutton her shirt.

Lift it up little by little.

I want to blend with Wencai and absorb his yang energy.

Wen Cai is lustful, but he also knows that this is a poisonous rose with thorns.

If you touch it, you will die.

Seeing himself being mentioned by Xuankong, he was also frightened half to death.

He kept struggling, but he couldn't make a sound when he wanted to shout.

At the same time, he was still blaming Nan Chen for why he didn't make a move.

And Nan Chen, in fact, is always ready.

He watched everything closely through the mirror.

Instead of flustered and nervous, he was looking for the most suitable time to make a move.

Seeing that the plantain spirit was about to succeed, it was the most relaxing moment.

Nan Chen hugged the mirror, rolled over, and rolled out from under the bed.

Hold up that mirror at the same time.

Take a photo of the scantily clad banshee in red.