Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

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The goblin didn't even care what he said.

She was looking down at the mirror, and her face was extremely perfunctory.

"I see, whatever you want."

Ning Chen felt relieved when she saw her original point.

I thought she was really empty ...

Didn't you just want her to think of him here?

How could she be pleased ... how bad was it?

For the first time, Ning Chen had an unwillingness to delve deeper. He pursed his lips and closed his eyes to meditate on the scriptures.

Suddenly a hand, soft and fragrant, touched his face.

"Monk, you want me."

She murmured.

Ning Chen's eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes immediately, but saw that he had returned to Lingchi.

In the lotus of the sky, the girl turned his back to him, bare back, smiled back, and could charm all beings.

She reached out her fingertips and seemed to touch him.

As soon as Ning Chen's face was cold, he waved the beads immediately, crushing the fantasy.

Sure enough, he returned to the Zen Master, and he slowly relaxed.

But when she saw Xiaowei Bai lying on the bed, she asked him with a doubt, "Monk, what's wrong with you? You shouldn't even tell you to fall asleep?"

Ning Chen stared at her quietly for a while before determining the truth.

He shook his head slightly, just about to say something.

But she saw Bai Weiwei frown. "Monk, will your dark air run out?"

Ning Chen pressed her thin lips lightly before nodding, "Occasionally, I will try my best to suppress."

The little fairy held her jaw in her hands, and she was curious on her face and asked, "Will your dark air reflect your inner thoughts?"

As soon as Ning Chen looked dignified, did she just call her name?

No, he was not born.

After he was silent, he slowly said, "Occasionally, I will reflect my inner thoughts, and then zoom into a hallucination."

The little goblin nodded, and then pointed behind him, "Is that your scent of darkness, too?"

Ning Chen's pupils shrink, behind?

He turned back immediately, but saw a beautiful back sitting on the table.

Beautiful smooth back, white and greasy skin, the woman turned her head gently, silently twirling her sarcastic lips.

Then she whispered, "Monk, the gap in your heart has become bigger. When you break us, you can miss something, hahaha."

That woman's face was Bai Weiwei's face.

Ning Chen immediately responded. Just now he even shivered, shattering the fantasy, but leaked a little bit of darkness.

Let it escape outside.

As soon as Ning Chen's fingertips moved, the undressed woman broke.

Then he dared not turn back, suppressing his breath.

Finally, he heard the last question he wanted to hear.

"Monk, your illusion ... is it like I'm not wearing clothes?"

The goblin's voice was soft, with naive doubts, as if she didn't understand anything.

Ning Chen: "..."

He bowed his head nervously without explaining anything.

After all, this is the case, the obsession in his heart, the illusion of something.

That's it.

He suddenly heard Bai Weiwei lazily saying, "Monk, I want to sleep, but my body is too small, and the quilt is too big to sleep. It is inconvenient for you to lift me, and give me the beads.

Ning Chen never thought about deducting her beads.

It was just suppressing her for a while, not letting her be too arbitrary.

He didn't hesitate, throwing out the beads, not even turning back.

Fearing that Bai Weiwei remembered again, what he imagined.

He meditated silently, reading the scriptures of his heart and suppressing the darkness in his heart.

Suddenly, he clasped his waist with both hands, and the girl pressed her face to his shoulder, and whispered, "Monk, you should look at me instead of such a bad ugly product."

Ning Chen thought she really wanted to cultivate and her temper was depressed.

I did not expect that after passing the beads, she was still ... so sticky.

Ning Chen bowed her head silently, pinching the beads of her beads, slightly pale.

He was about to leave her.

However, he found that the surrounding air was clear, and the dark air surrounding him was absorbed and purified by the girl behind him.

She was having difficulty breathing, holding his hand, pushing harder, and her fingers were shaking.

After purifying all the overflowing dark air at one time.

The young girl behind him slowly released him, her voice indifferent, "Don't hold on so strong in the future, just say uncomfortable, I'll help you."

After speaking, she left and returned to bed.

Ning Chen looked down at the beads on his fingers. After a long time, he turned his head gently.

But she saw that the girl had been curled up, her face was hiding in the quilt pale, her eyes closed to sleep quietly.

She was exhausted and slept heavily, not at all trying to trouble him as she usually did.

Ning Chen stared at her for a while.

Then he got up and walked to the bed, stretched out his white fingers, and tried to touch her.

But the fingertips stopped at the last moment, and hesitated again, and then held her quilt to cover her tighter.

[Ding, the male lead is sixty. 】

One last change.

good night

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