Qiu Xintong, the host of the pervert system who disappeared for a day or two, appeared again. Different from before, this time she had a very good attitude. She was harmless to humans and animals, chatting with Xu Jiarong who was cleaning in the Taoist temple to relieve his boredom.
Qiu Xintong has a lively nature, and she has endless jokes and short stories in her head. In addition, she is very eloquent. After chatting for several hours, Xu Jiarong, who originally had a dislike for her, made Xu Jiarong giggle.
As night fell, there was no Internet at Shangqingguan, so Xu Jiarong could only go to bed early.
"Sister Rong, you are tired after a day's work. Can I rub your back?"
Qiu Xintong's clear voice came from outside the door.
After cleaning for several hours, Xu Jiarong was indeed very tired, but thinking of Qiu Xintong's previous misdeeds, she shook her head and refused: "Forget it, go back to sleep."
With a creak, the wooden door opened, and Qiu Xintong walked in.
"It turns out the door is unlocked. Sister Rong, you are too careless. There are so many workers here. What if something happens?"
Xu Jiarong's heart is that everything in the Taoist temple is under the control of the Taoist priest. Even if a man does break in, it can only be the Taoist priest. I wish he did this.
Thinking of Chu Feng's warm embrace that day, thinking of Chu Feng's handsome face, and thinking of Chu Feng's invincible demeanor, Xu Jiarong's heart palpitated.
"Sister Rong, I'm coming up."
Qiu Xintong took off her shoes and got on the bed lightly.
Before Xu Jiarong responded, her delicate body was turned over by a pair of small hands, and she was lying on the bed, with her face buried in the pillow.
Qiu Xintong sat directly on Xu Jiarong's raised buttocks, and gently kneaded Xu Jiarong's shoulders with her hands.
Because the weather was very hot, neither of them wore much. The friction between their thin underwear was no different from direct skin contact.
Qiu Xintong had obviously learned massage. After seven or eight minutes, Xu Jiarong was so weak that she felt like she had no bones.
Feeling the sweat dripping from Qiu Xintong, Xu Jiarong turned her head sideways and said softly: "Sister, why don't you take a rest?"
"Sister Rong, I have studied with a top masseur for three months, and the fun is yet to come."
Qiu Xintong said as she slid her hands down to take off Xu Jiarong's upper body underwear.
"Don't"
Xu Jiarong's spirit was shaken, and she reached out to grab her underwear, her sideways face showing some vigilance.
"We are both women, what can I do to you? I have been with you for so long, and I can't even do this!"
Qiu Xintong's eyes were red and her voice was choked.
Xu Jiarong, who was originally a weak-tempered person, felt soft in her heart and said softly: "Hey, you can take it off."
Qiu Xintong put her trembling hands on Xu Jiarong's waist and rolled up the thin underwear. The latter gently lifted his upper body and the underwear was smoothly removed, revealing a body of skin that was as beautiful as frost and snow.
"Sister Rong, your skin is so good, white and smooth, just like a baby's."
Qiu Xintong put a pair of small hands on Xu Jiarong's back and stroked it gently. The latter trembled and responded: "I go to the gym three times a week, bathe with milk every day, and only wear soft satin underwear, okay. , what sound, what are you doing."
Qiu Xintong, who was taking off her shirt, chuckled and said: "When massaging, the skin must be completely connected to achieve the best effect."
Xu Jiarong felt a little uneasy, but her weak temper prevented her from saying anything.
"Take off your bra too"
Qiu Xintong didn't wait for Xu Jiarong's response, and deftly unbuttoned her bra with both hands. The black bra straps hung weakly to both sides of her body.
Xu Jiarong felt a chill on her back. Just as she was about to speak, two soft things pressed against her back, and her heart palpitated.
"Xiaotong, what are you doing? Don't you want a massage?"
Qiu Xintong breathed hot breath into Xu Jiarong's ear with a charming voice.
"Sister Rong, don't panic, this is a kind of massage."
Xu Jiarong, who had never been so close to a woman, had goosebumps all over her body and struggled to get up.
"Sister Rong, I am not a lesbian. This is a system task. You are also the system host. You should be able to understand me."
Qiu Xintong's voice suddenly became gloomy.
Xu Jiarong remembered how she almost died there when she rescued the female ghost she picked up last time, and stopped resisting.
The corners of Qiu Xintong's mouth curved and she was about to get up and move Xu Jiarong's body over. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a dark figure standing outside the door and exclaimed: "There is someone outside."
Xu Jiarong was horrified that someone had spied on her, and she frantically looked for clothes in the dark.
"Qiu Xintong, I know where you came from. Put on your clothes and get out!"
Chu Feng's cold voice came from outside.
Xu Jiarong, who was looking for clothes, felt relieved when she heard Chu Feng's voice and lay down again.
Qiu Xintong, who had randomly grabbed a piece of underwear to block the leakage of the spring sunshine, said with a twisted expression: "You leave first and let me put on clothes."
"Don't do this. If you don't get out within five numbers, I will strip you naked, seal you, and throw you on the street."
Chu Feng's voice was even colder than before.
Qiu Xintong was worried that Chu Feng was serious, so she grabbed her clothes in her hand and disappeared in a flash.
Feeling that the person behind her was gone, Xu Jiarong turned her head slightly and said softly: "Taoist Priest, she's gone."
Chu Feng, who was standing outside the window, said apologetically: "I'm too late."
When Xu Jiarong thought that she had no clothes on her upper body and that the Taoist priest was standing a few meters away, the throbbing in her heart suddenly increased and her voice became trembling.
"Taoist Priest, what else do you have to do?"
Chu Feng's expression became solemn.
"Jin Shiren, the host of the Shenhao system who left during the day, and Zhang Wei, Huihai, and Black Cat who went out at night, have all disappeared. Pindao suspects that there is someone behind the scenes who is attacking the system host."
"What"
Xu Jiarong was shocked. He supported the bed board with both hands and wanted to get up. Suddenly he remembered that his upper body was still naked, so he quickly lay down again.
"In five minutes, Sanqing Hall will come to see Pindao."
Chu Feng disappeared in a flash.
Xu Jiarong took a sneak peek outside to make sure that no one was there. She stood up slowly, looked down at the pair of plump and round girls, sighed softly, and started to put on her clothes.
Five minutes later, on the platform in front of Sanqing Hall.
Chu Feng stood facing the wind with his hands behind his back.
"Taoist Master"
Wearing a white dress without makeup, Xu Jiarong, who looked like an elf on earth under the moonlight, appeared at the bottom of the steps.
"come up"
Chu Feng is very plain.
A long-term habit, Xu Jiarong was very graceful even when climbing the steps. It took twice as long as ordinary people to come to Chu Feng's side and asked in a soft voice: "Taoist Priest, what are you going to do?"
Chu Feng glanced at Xu Jiarong and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"You are the only system host left who has not been attacked. If nothing else, they will come looking for you soon."
Xu Jiarong didn't show any nervousness when she heard this. In her heart, Chu Feng was invincible and could bring her an infinite sense of security.
"In order to lure them out, Pindao needs you to sacrifice."
Chu Feng said suddenly.
