Jing Yingrong maintained an ice face and chose to ignore Huan Mei's questions.
Huanmei chuckled and said, "If you didn't say anything, I would have called you 'little darling', right?"
Jing Yingrong: "Oh..." As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she suddenly realized that something was wrong, so she added: "It's just a false name, you can call me whatever you want."
What he said sounded cold and arrogant. Huan Mei clenched her fists on her chest, looking like her heart was pounding and she couldn't control herself.
She hugged Jing Yingrong from behind and whispered coaxingly: "Tell me, I want to get to know you well. I want to know your name, your origin, your purpose, your...everything."
The faint fragrance floats, and the soft words murmured between her teeth are like butterflies dancing in the night, invisibly touching people's minds and leading them into a dreamland of unconsciousness.
If he were a true Nascent Soul cultivator, he would be defenseless against the Beast King's magical powers and would immediately reveal all his information.
So, in a sense, Jing Ying Rong now faces a challenge.
It's not that Yu Xian and the others didn't expect that the Phantom Beast Emperor would have such a trick, but when they thought about it, it was impossible for Jing Yingrong to fall into the trap - and that was indeed the case. But what they didn't expect was that the problem came from another aspect.
Ji Yanzhu: "You can't deceive her if you don't lie, and you can't lie to the mirror. Oh my, it's so difficult."
Ji Sha Jian hummed: "I'll see what you do this time."
Jijie Pen: "Think carefully, if we break up now, the game will be over and you won't have to play anymore."
Jing Yingrong's eyes lowered slightly, and a look of thought flashed in his eyes.
A piece of precious jade material that had not been polished or refined appeared in her hand. With a touch of her thumb, the jade material quietly turned into a round and flat object with a smooth surface. Three characters were engraved on the surface, which looked like some kind of personal wear. Ornaments.
Jing Yingrong spread her palms and said at the same time: "Others call me Rongrong."
Ji Yanzhu: "Some people do call it that."
Huanmei picked up the jade material in her hand and read out the three words on it: "Li, Mu, Rong? Your name is Li Murong?"
Jing Yingrong did not answer. She tried her best to lower her eyes to hide her extremely clear eyes, and continued: "My life span has passed six hundred."
Ji Yanzhu: "It has indeed exceeded 600 for a long time."
Jing Yingrong: "There was no sect in the past."
Jiyanzhu: "There is now."
Jing Yingrong: "My parents...are not here."
Ji Yanzhu: "Not in every sense of the word."
Jing Yingrong: "The place of birth has been destroyed."
Jiyanzhu: "Well, the Danhua Sect is long gone."
Jing Yingrong: "I have traveled to many places."
She selected a few places she had been to with Qin Xinyao and the places she passed along the way from Taichu Temple to the Sea of Death.
Then he continued: "I came here to rescue Gu Yingxi."
Jiyanzhu: "This is true."
"I met a disciple of Shijue Mansion before, and he told me what happened."
Of course, this was not the reason for saving Gu Yingxi, but when she said this, Huanmei subconsciously took it as the reason and asked, "What's the name of that disciple?"
The mirror reflected: "He Zongtao."
Hearing this name, Huanmei's doubts caused by Jing Yingrong's slightly awkward way of speaking were completely dispelled, and she muttered: "It is indeed that little fat guy."
She asked again: "Did you come alone?"
Jing Yingrong: "I am here alone."
Ji Yanzhu: "You're the only one who got in. The three of us don't count as humans anyway."
Huan Mei: "Aren't you afraid?"
Mirror Yingrong: "What are you afraid of?"
Ji Yanzhu: "Then there's really nothing to be afraid of."
Huan Mei is very satisfied.
Jing Yingrong is also very satisfied.
Ji Yanzhu: "It's all the truth!"
Ji Sha Sword: "I really let you get through it..."
Jijie Pen: "There are loopholes, it's not that there aren't any, but the Beast King seems to be quite confident in his magical powers, so he takes it lightly."
Jing Yingrong said in the sea of consciousness: "She didn't find any flaws in my cultivation."
Ji Sha Jian: "So?"
"praise me."
Sanling: "..."
The magic charm exhales like orchid in the mirror Yingrong's ear, unlocking the magical power.
Jing Yingrong raised her eyelashes, pretending to be surprised, and snorted softly.
Huanmei picked up a strand of her black hair and played with it on her fingertips, and said with a smile: "Don't be angry, I can't bear to be rough with you, so I just use some tricks. Your name is Li Murong, um... I'll call you Xiaorong, okay?" ?”
Jing Yingrong almost said "ok" out of habit, but fortunately she reacted in time and changed the word on the tip of her tongue to the choking word "whatever".
Ji Shajian couldn't help but sigh: "How come I didn't realize before that you are capable of making fun of others?"
Mirror Reflection: "Put what you learn into practice."
Ji Sha Jian: "When did you learn... oh, the experience of participating in Xian Yan Lu last time?"
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah. Praise me."
Ji Sha Jian: "... If you have the ability to play a completely different role and save the junior named Gu without relying on your cultivation, we will praise you."
Ji Yanzhu: "A hundred compliments are not the same!"
Ji Jie Bi: "Wait a hundred sentences, isn't it a bit——"
Mirror Yingrong: "One word is settled."
Jijie Pen: "..."
Jing Yingrong—or rather casual cultivator Li Murong—pushed away Huan Mei who buried her face in his neck and sniffed the scent greedily.
Huan Mei's voice was coquettish, but Li Murong looked indifferent and said coldly: "What do you want?"
"People just want to play with you."
Huanmei seemed a little aggrieved, and her pointed ears were pitifully dropped, but her hands wandering around Li Murong's body were restless at all, from her flexible chest to her lean waist, and even tried to reach into her clothes.
Li Murong kept a straight face and said nothing.
Huanmei poked his cheek and said, "The more you behave like this, the more I like you. Xiaorong, Xiaorong, do you have something you want? I am very generous to the people I like."
Li Murong looked thoughtful and hesitant.
Huanmei said as if encouraging and tempting: "Tell me about it? Kung Fu? Magic weapon? Spiritual stone? Even if it is a grudge, I am willing to consider solving it for you."
Li Murong: "I want to see Gu Yingxi."
Huan Mei was stunned for a moment, her eyes flashed, and she immediately smiled and said, "Do you want to know how he is doing now? I treat him very well, and I will treat you well in the future, as long as you play with me obediently."
Li Murong responded with silence.
Huan Mei sighed helplessly: "Okay, okay, I will take you to see him, but there is a small condition."
She pointed to her lips and smiled coquettishly and cunningly: "Come on, kiss me."
Li Murong: "..."
The three spirits in the Consciousness Sea all looked like they were watching the fun, almost booing.
A trace of tangle flashed across Li Murong's face, and he calmed down in an instant. He took out a piece of thin cigarette tissue, pressed it lightly on his lips, and then printed the thin cigarette tissue with the warmth of his own lips on Huan Mei's pouty red lips.
Huanmei was stunned, staring blankly at the finger pressed to her lips with only a thin layer of fabric. Apart from surprise, there seemed to be something else.
She originally only wanted to see the angry and shy look of the other party, but she did not expect that the other party would agree to the so-called "conditions", nor did she expect that the other party would achieve the conditions in this way.
This is a completely new experience for her.
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