"Senior brother, is he here? Junior sister came to visit unexpectedly late at night, but she has something to discuss with senior brother!"
The extra messy memories in his mind are still flooding. At this moment, Feng Linwen really has no intention of getting entangled with a smart woman like Situ Huiyun.
The extraordinary ability of cultivating immortals hides far more secrets than Feng Linyi imagined.
In the past, he had integrated character templates, but he had never had such a weird experience.
This is the first time that unlocking skills will be accompanied by huge, fragmented, and real memories.
Of course, Feng Linwen, who has mastered the art of sword control, is already half a cultivator in essence. Compared with ordinary martial arts people, there is a huge gap. If he didn't want to get entangled with Situ Huiyun, he could have used the same method to control Yang Xiaoyun to control Situ Huiyun.
Thinking of this, Feng Linwen still opened the door.
Situ Huiyun outside the door was still wearing Tsing Yi, but for some reason, Feng Linwen always felt that Situ Huiyun was wearing Tsing Yi this night, but it was different from usual.
"I changed my hairstyle, added some decorative tulle to the skirt, put on earrings and necklaces, maybe... and an anklet with a silver bell? I put on some powder and rouge, although it was very It's light, but it's true...she dressed up so carefully, what is she trying to do?" Feng Linwen just glanced at Situ Huiyun, who looked the same as before, but was actually greatly transformed. Summed up many differences.
As a qualified playboy, Feng Linwen has already reached the stage where he can tell the difference between a woman and the past at a glance. Don't underestimate this ability. If you master it, you can quickly get closer to women and increase your favorability by just relying on this topic.
For straight men's cancer, only the super handsome and super rich can be the antidote. Otherwise, there is no way to save him and he will die...
"Junior sister came to visit late at night, but I don't know why?" Feng Linwen asked nonsense.
Whether it was Yang Xiaoyun's secret attack or Situ Huiyun's visit, what could be the reason other than the secret book he spread out during the day?
Like a nimble little fox, Situ Huiyun turned around lightly and walked into the room like a young girl. Then, instead of sitting on a good chair, she sat down on Feng Linyi's bed, leaning slightly. He stood up and looked at Feng Linyi and winked playfully.
The mature style and girlish naivety actually reached a perfect balance in her body.
This is a woman who is easy to like from the bottom of her heart.
"Yang Xiaoyun is so lucky!" Feng Linwen couldn't help but cursed in his stomach.
Yang Xiaoyun, who was thrown under the bed by Feng Linwen, looked at the familiar pair of embroidered shoes hanging by the bed through the seam of the bed, feeling a little confused.
He was hinting that Situ Huiyun came to contact Feng Linmo to obtain the magic secrets. But... I just let her behave normally, I never asked her to 'pay' like this!
Thinking of his wife, sitting on someone else's bed at this moment, even if she did nothing, Yang Xiaoyun was still filled with jealousy and wanted to lift up the bed board and jump out to vent.
It's a pity that Feng Linwen's innate true energy was already strong, and with a ray of sword energy entangled in it, even if Yang Xiaoyun summoned up all his internal strength, he couldn't open the acupuncture points.
"Senior Brother! What are you doing standing still? Why don't you come over and sit down?" Situ Huiyun lowered his head shyly, but still stretched out his bare hand and patted the vacant seat next to him.
Feng Linwen looked at the charming Situ Huiyun and couldn't believe his eyes.
"Did I do too much?"
"What's wrong with her now? Did she take the wrong medicine?"
"Are all the heroes now so willing to pay for magical secrets?"
Doubts also swirled in Feng Linyi's mind. Even though he knew Situ Huiyun far less than Yang Xiaoyun, he knew at this moment that something was wrong with Situ Huiyun.
"She... seems to be deliberately seducing me?" Feng Linwen stared at Situ Huiyun.
Feng Linwen was even more convinced of this when he saw an embroidered shoe suddenly fall to the ground, and a silver-white anklet swaying gently on the snow-white feet without stockings, making a pleasant ringing sound.
"I'm not a foot fetishist, I'm not a foot fetishist, I'm not a foot fetishist..." I kept repeating in my heart, but my eyes still couldn't help but greedily lick the picture at this moment. Feng Linyi is not the kind of idiot who can't walk when he sees a woman. In fact, although his eyes are constantly following her, the hands behind him are already condensing sword energy.
It doesn't matter if you take a look, don't tighten your belt and accidentally lose your head.
The consequence of having a happy little head is usually that the big head cannot be saved.
"Ha! There's no need, junior sister... Although you and I are close to each other, you are already a woman and have no fate in this life, so why mess with the rules!" There was a painful expression on Feng Linhu's face... He was really in pain.
The current situation is not right, memories are flooding in the mind, and the whole person may be disconnected at any time. This is not the time to cause trouble.
Otherwise, his dragon would have gone to sea long ago.
What's more... Yang Xiaoyun is still under the bed, and his taste is not that strong.
A trace of resentment and bitterness flashed in Situ Huiyun's eyes, but a bright red flashed across his face. He lowered his head shyly and stopped making any sound. It was just that the candlelight flickered, and the graceful figure, the peerless face, and the dazzling snow-white lotus were revealed. The foot, the bells that ring from time to time, are like a beautiful picture, which makes people want to cherish it, and they can't help but want to leave their own seal on the most beautiful place in this picture.
Her palms tapped the bed gently, like the rhythm of a slang song.
Yang Xiaoyun under the bed remembered clearly that this was the "Fishermen's Song" that Situ Huiyun sang to him when they first met. She specially learned it from a fisher girl. In just half an hour, she sang it better than all the fisher girls. Nice to hear.
Yang Xiaoyun's face suddenly turned pale... He seemed to know why.
Feng Linwen felt that it was really time for him to leave.
If he didn't leave, he was afraid that he might be in big trouble if he couldn't help but drive.
But the next moment, a rather complicated memory suddenly came to Feng Linye.
The complexity of this wave of memories was not as good as the previous one, but the two unsteady thoughts merged together, making Feng Lin's mind feel like a mess.
Unfortunately!
The third skill of Feng Lin's character 'Shang Liang' has also been unlocked.
Moreover, the change happened quietly without Feng Linyi even noticing it.
The third skill, 'Change Fate Against Heaven', permanently consumes half of the current skill, or one-third of one's lifespan, to change one's life for oneself or others whose realm is lower than one's own, changing some inevitable unexpected outcomes, and stopping foundation building. .
This is the third skill that Feng Linhui set for Shang Liang's template. There is no doubt that it also involves the realm of real monks, and is no longer the method of a fortune teller.
Stumbling, Feng Linwen fell to the bed and accidentally knocked down Situ Huiyun.
Situ Huiyun looked at Feng Linmo, whose face was full of pain and trembling with his head in his hands. There was a lot of struggle and endless entanglement on his face.
Suddenly he gritted his teeth, and the delicate tiger teeth bit his lip, and dark red blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, just like crushed self-esteem...
She turned over, pressed Feng Linwen under her, and pulled him...
Poof!
Yang Xiaoyun turned his head and saw two pairs of trousers, one white and one green, flying to the ground and entangled together.
The long skirt billows, the white snow disappears and appears, and there are tears in the corners of the eyes, but it is like a green lotus pressing a white lotus root, rising and falling in order with the long wind, dancing with the trend.
The sound of tinkling bells, the bed that was quite old and slightly heaving and making a heavy sound, the occasional gasping and low-pitched screams, accompanied the playing of the overture...
Under the bed, Yang Xiaoyun's eyes were red, his energy and blood were surging, and he was mad with hatred. His hair stood on end, but he still couldn't break through the acupuncture points. Big mouthfuls of bruises overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his whole body fell into a tense and crazy state.
After a long time... a long time... a long time... a long time later, finally a charming breath came to an end, ending the entire movement.
Along with the emptiness in his body, Feng Linwen finally broke out of the chaotic memory entanglement. Looking at the soul-stunning picture in front of him, he suddenly... felt at a loss what to do?
