Collapse, world modulation mode

Ye Feng let go of his hand and admired the beautiful sight of the beauty with her legs raised high and her delicate face pressed against the alloy door.

"What a beautiful day and beautiful scenery!"

"..."

Jingliu was wearing a clean white dress. With this movement, the hem of the dress spread out like a peacock's tail, like a fan.

The moon-white hair fell silently, and the disciple's voice was heard outside the door again.

"Master? Are you in there?"

Ye Feng chuckled and said, "Master, why don't you answer him?"

"Why answer?"

Anyway, it’s not in the script.

"Oh? I see. Master feels ashamed. Yeah, that's true. After all, it happened in front of his own disciples."

Jing Liu's voice was still clear and cold, without any fluctuations in his voice.

"Don't even think he's just a simulated fantasy. Even if the real person were right outside, it wouldn't make a ripple in my mind."

"Eh? That's it."

Ye Feng raised his hand, grabbed Jing Liu's ankle, and pulled it down like a laurel branch. "Jing Yuanyuan will definitely be sad to hear what you said. Oh, what a pity, what a pity."

"What's a pity?"

"Huh? Master actually took the initiative to ask questions. That's really great."

Ye Feng put the laurel branch in his mouth and licked it, a trace of intoxication flashed in his eyes, and said:

"It would be great if you accepted a female disciple. Then we could play the game of master and disciple. Master, why didn't you choose a beauty as stunning as you?"

"..."

Jingliu's eyes flickered. She was really tired and didn't want to answer this kind of question.

Ye Feng continued, "However, your master seems to be a woman. Find an opportunity to see if she can be resurrected. It's great, Master, that you can be reunited with the master who raised and educated you. Look how much I care about you."

Jingliu held up her beautiful legs, with no expression on her beautiful face.

Jing Yuan outside the door did not leave.

I don’t know if this door has good sound insulation or if it’s not mentioned in the [script].

Jingyuan couldn't hear any sound from inside the door, so the plot of "Master, why are there strange sounds in your room" was not triggered.

Jing Yuan was guarding the door, and he seemed to be sure that Jing Liu was not there.

"If you thought I wasn't here, why were you still waiting outside?"

Jing Liu spoke coldly, thinking that this was another of Ye Feng's bad taste.

She sneered in her heart, this was just a slight irritation to her mood.

Ye Feng said, "I didn't put so much thought into arranging a [script] for the male character. I just put his personality into it and let him act according to the underlying logic. The reason he waited here was probably because he wanted to tell you the news of winning the championship as soon as possible."

"Oh."

Jing Liu said lightly, "Oh."

Jing Yuan seems to have participated in the [Martial Arts Ceremony]?

It seems not?

The memory is a little blurry.

But not important.

Because at this time Ye Feng came up again.

The female sword fairy was very flexible, and Ye Feng pressed her knees down on her shoulders!

"Master is such a shameless woman! You don't even have any reaction to this?"

"Haha, you just want to shake my state of mind. Do you think I will be fooled?"

"No, no, no, I feel that I have gained a lot from the fact that Master has said so much to me. If it were in the past, Master would just put on a cool expression and say nothing."

"......"

"Then the question is, Master, do you really not care?"

"......"

Jingliu turned his head away and said nothing.

"You're ignoring me? Then I'm going to bring Master to the [Martial Arts Ceremony] arena and put on a special show for everyone in the audience."

"—!"

Jingliu's body suddenly tensed up.

A hint of angry glow flashed across the snow-white neck.

But Jing Liu simply bit her lip, her body trembling slightly. On the [Martial Arts Ceremony] stage, surrounded by the Cloud Cavalry, the Immortal Boatmen, her disciples, and her friends... she was indeed somewhat shaken.

Even if they are all fake.

Jingliu closed her beautiful eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, and her body twisted slightly involuntarily. Her shoulders twitched slightly.

Seeing Jing Liu's expression, Ye Feng patted his master's head and said, "Don't worry, I was just joking. I can't bear to do that. Even if they were just data, I wouldn't do that."

Chapter 226 Let’s Role Play

This time the [script] is very simple, only lasting one short night.

This is the story of the cold and extraordinary peerless swordsman, who was coerced by Ye Feng, an alien demon, to do a lot of things in order to protect the immortal boat.

Outside the window, the people on the fairy boat were celebrating, while inside the house, the goddess guarding this world was being humiliated.

When the clock points to the moment of morning dew, this short and intense stage slowly draws to a close.

The light of morning shines from the end of the dark blue horizon.

VIP seats on the top floor of the Jingfeng ship.

A woman in a white dress was sitting on the edge of the bed, her delicate feet bare and her dress disheveled, not even covering her pretty shoulders as sharp as a cliff knife.

Although her skirt was half-undone, her jade hairpin was tilted sideways, and the hem of her white skirt was even torn, revealing her snow-white, slender thighs, her face remained dignified and cold, and her long, moon-white hair flowed freely down her shoulders and onto her chest.

She gently pulled the collar of her clothes over to block out the sudden spring light.

How could the white dress with its buttons torn contain such surging breasts? The tight curves pushed the fabric so hard that it was almost tearing through.

"Is it that exaggerated?"

Ye Feng muttered to himself.

In the still brilliantly lit, luxurious and fairy-boat-style interior, Jing Liu, in her white dress, looked like a half-open lotus, quiet and pure, perfectly integrating holiness and charm into one body.

Although the lights inside were bright, they couldn't compare to the sunlight outside. So when a slender figure appeared at the door, it still looked like a dark figure.

The figure walked into the room, like a holy light flowing into the world to cleanse the darkness.

Although walking on flat ground, it feels as if you are on a high place, with a golden light of pure mercy hanging down.

"Aponia..."

Jingliu spoke, called out the name of the person who came out, and then just looked at her quietly.

Ye Feng said that she was the referee of this game.

The nun, who always had a compassionate look on her face, walked slowly towards them, her beautiful white legs faintly visible through her black monastic robe.

She stood in front of Jingliu, looking down from a high vantage point, but Jingliu did not seem unhappy at all.

The two just stared at each other.

Because of the excessive intake of nutrients before, Jingliu felt dry in the mouth and licked his lips subconsciously.

The half-open eyes are as clear as water, and the movement of the tongue licking the lips is even more charming.

"Ms. Jingliu, you win."

"?"

Jing Liu was slightly stunned.

She did persevere to the end, but she didn't expect to get a "fair" result.

The number on her belly is still 99.

However, Jingliu never naively believed Ye Feng.

"That's great, Master. I won't bother you for the next three days."

"Yeah."

Jingliu did not comment.

Each time she came in, there was a three-day gap between them, and the next time she came in, the timing was just right.

It's really calculated.

However, there is nothing to complain about.

Growing up in the deep space of the universe, Jingliu has long understood the cruel truth of the survival of the fittest.

"No, I mean, you stay here for three days and I won't disturb Master. The time spent outside doesn't count."

"?"

Jing Liu raised his head unexpectedly, a hint of surprise flashing in his beautiful eyes.

Staring at Ye Feng in a daze.

"What's with that look? Master, you don't believe me. You really deserve a beating... Never mind. I'll do it in three days. I'll teach you that I'm a man of my words."

"...So can I leave now?"

"of course."

Ye Feng flicked his finger, and a white moon countdown appeared above Jing Liu's head.

【71:59:59】

"When Master is outside, the counting will stop. Only when your consciousness is here will it start moving."

Jingliu stood up with difficulty. Her stomach seemed to be full of water, and she could even feel a slight "swaying" when she moved.

Jingliu walked towards the door, sweat running down his thighs in streams, and every step he took left a delicate footprint.

Ye Feng watched Jing Liu leave with a smile. Aponiya folded her hands in front of her skirt and waited quietly by the side.

Until Jing Liu's figure disappeared, Aponiya looked at Ye Feng with doubt.

"Xiao Feng..."

The nun seemed confused as to why Ye Feng lost.

You know, on that thundering night, Ye Feng made her wet the entire church.

Ye Feng smiled lightly, "Aponya, since Master is willing to play role-playing with me, I have already won."

The so-called "stick to the sword heart and prohibit high ○" is just an "anchor point" given by Ye Feng to Jing Liu.

While she focused her attention here, she didn't notice that the other directions were severely damaged.

"Besides, games are only interesting when there are winners and losers. Master will definitely be happy to play games with me in the future."

Ye Feng touched his chin and thought: "Should I cultivate Master's self-confidence?"

Aponia was slightly stunned.

"Xiao Feng, you are so bad."

Besides, when Xiao Feng made a bet with me... she wasn't so gentle.

"Even Aponya said so? Humph, it seems that Miss Sister also needs to be educated."

Ye Feng stared at Aponya's Madonna-like face and asked, "Do you know what to do?"

Aponia sighed, knelt on the ground devoutly, and clasped her fingers together as if praying.