Douluo Jueshi, world modulation mode

Chapter 14 Good brother, touch your legs

Cute girls are sweet and soft.

As someone who has experienced it firsthand, An Zhen is very qualified to say this.

Xiao Yutong's ice cream is softer and more comfortable to touch than the softest fabric. In addition, because of her low qualifications in the past, Huo Yutong had put in more effort than others and exercised regularly, so the muscles in her feet are quite elastic.

Being rubbed and massaged is a complete pleasure.

As for Wang Donger.

A beautiful girl is a standard beautiful girl.

Each arc is a reflection of youth and beauty blended together. The two ice creams are like exquisite works of art. You’re afraid of dropping them if you hold them in your hands, and you’re afraid of melting them if you hold them in your mouth.

"Brother An Zhen, do you know why Yu Tong came to school in men's clothing?" The little cutie lying in An Zhen's arms changed the way he addressed him according to An Zhen's request. Her cute cheeks were flushed, and the soles of her little feet in white socks, which had changed into a new outfit, were tickled.

"Generally speaking, there are three types of situations like this. First, the young lady's curiosity. Second, because men are more suitable for doing certain things. Third, in order to avoid certain people, they disguise themselves. In addition to changing their own species, changing their gender is naturally the best disguise."

"Ah."

The girl tilted her head back, the attachment in her eyes almost overflowing.

She wanted to tell him her secret.

"Actually, my enemy..."

It was pretty much the same as An Zhen remembered.

The Duchess of White Tiger, that vicious woman.

Fearing of being discovered, the cautious Loli has been dressing as a man ever since she left the Duke's Mansion.

"Cry if you want to. Xiao Yutong still has me. I am Xiao Yutong's family."

"Brother An Zhen..."

After hugging the little girl and comforting her for a while, he waited for Huo Yutong to calm down.

"Didn't Xiao Yutong tell Beibei and the others?"

"No." Loli shook her head slightly. What she said at the time was that she had something to hide.

"Like This."

With a change of mind, the white socks on the small feet disappeared, and a pair of white tights that were white and transparent wrapped around Huo Yutong's two slender calves. A finger slid along a graceful arc from the heel and moved towards the slender calf.

"It's a good idea to be careful with your disguise, but it's still safe inside Shrek Academy."

If we follow the plot in the original book.

Dai Huabin and his mother originally regarded them as ants, constantly bullying them when they were around, and building their own happiness on their pain. When the ant escaped, they would not look for it, because she didn't care about Huo Yutong. In the original novel, even if Huo Yuhao crushed Dai Huabin, he didn't recognize that the person who stepped on his head was the ant he crushed in the past.

Moreover, when Dai Huabin, the angry idiot, wanted to kill Huo Yuhao, the assassins only took action outside the school.

"Okay, let's start today's training."

"Ah."

Huo Yutong was very curious. Wang Dong said that the Xuanshui Pill could improve the innate first-level soul power. So, has her current cultivation speed become faster?

An Zhen's fingers were reluctant to leave the fragrant and soft skin.

After all, we have guests, so we have to entertain them well.

The boy and girl sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate.

The next moment, an invisible barrier enveloped the two of them. A figure appeared beside Wang Dong'er, who looked like a sleeping beauty.

The figure was naturally An Zhen.

And the one who practiced with Huo Yutong was also An Zhen.

It's like a clone.

But there is only one consciousness.

An Zhen was able to use rubbings to create multiple copies of Ma Xiaotao, so naturally he could also create multiple copies of himself.

This clone has only one mission: to practice.

Then, you can use the first soul skill, reflection, to reflect the cultivation level of this body onto the original body.

How could cultivation be such an inconvenient thing?

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and a lively look appeared on her originally calm and gentle face. Her dreamy eyes slowly opened, and the beautiful girl looked confused.

"Is this... An Zhen's dormitory?"

Seeing the same scene as the one she saw when she woke up this morning, the girl was stunned for a moment, then jumped up excitedly in an instant.

Why is she here?

Originally, when she saw Huo Yutong start to meditate, she also began to practice.

but now……

The girl's beautiful eyes saw the people around her.

"An Zhen!"

"ah!"

The two little white silk feet subconsciously stepped back and accidentally fell, and the hips wrapped in the dress fell directly onto the bed. Wang Dong then noticed that the clothes she was wearing were different from the original ones. This was a shoulder-exposed dress, and she had a pair of knee-length white silk stockings on her feet.

"what happened?"

Slender fingers gently stroked his cheek, and Wang Dong realized that the disguise on his face was gone, and why he still had long and smooth hair.

"You can think of this as a dream, a dream dominated by me."

The young man sitting on the bed spoke slowly.

"It's you who did it!" "I thought the young lady had guessed it herself."

"What do you want to do?" The girl shrank into the corner with a vigilant look on her face.

"you."

Wang Dong:?
After a while, an alluring blush climbed up the girl's cheek from her snow-white neck.

"An Zhen, I misjudged you!"

The girl pointed her white finger at An Zhen and accused loudly:

"Are you doing this to Yutong?"

"You scumbag!"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't talk nonsense without any evidence." An Zhen looked at the angry and embarrassed girl helplessly. If he had to say sorry, he should apologize to Meng Hongchen first.

"Then tell me, why am I here and where did the clothes I'm wearing come from?"

With his arms folded across his chest, a mist lingered in his dreamy eyes, and a sour feeling welled up in his heart.

She had felt sorry for him before and wanted to make it up to him. But now, it was clear that this guy had had intentions towards her and had even changed her clothes. Woohoo, her innocence was gone.

"Is there a possibility that the body you are in now is not your body?"

"Hey?!"

The silent crying stopped, and the dreamy eyes looked at An Zhen dully.

"Snapped!"

An Zhen snapped her fingers, and a beautiful figure appeared beside Wang Dong, with pink-blue hair and eyes. It was her, with short hair and men's clothing.

"To be precise, everything here, except your own will, all other people and objects belong to me. I created them."

"Snapped!"

There was another snap of fingers.

Under the surprised gaze of those pink and blue eyes, her dress turned into a white short-sleeved shirt and white shorts, revealing her fair and strong thighs. Her white socks and small feet were wearing a pair of sneakers, and the young girl was full of energy.

"This is how you change your clothes. As for why you are here, it must be because you are special."

For example, Huo Yutong, the girl of luck.

As the daughter of the God King, to be precise, she should be half of Tang Wutong, so Wang Dong'er is undoubtedly special.

To put it another way, things that are good for this world have been "swallowed" by the virtual world, which has begun to gradually unlock the corresponding authority.

"This lady is naturally special!"

The girl in sportswear raised her head proudly, without any trace of the sobbing look she had just shown.

"So, you mean that only my consciousness is here, and my body is still on the bed in the dormitory?"

"Yeah, so I said this is a dream world." An Zhen nodded gently. Unless reflected, everything that happened here was as illusory as the moon in the water or the flowers in the mirror, except for the memory.

"Will it affect reality?" Wang Dong'er asked.

"If I use my first soul skill, I can selectively turn this place into reality, otherwise it will have no effect."

"So that's how you defeated the giant turtle?"

"Ah."

The pretty girl came forward with the look of a curious baby.

"Ms. Wang, please keep a proper distance. You have to be worthy of your friend."

An Zhen silently took a step back.

"Of course I am worthy of Yutong!" said the rosy-cheeked girl, "But why do I feel that this body is exactly the same as mine?"

"A one-to-one replica, even the internal organs."

"Then you still say you didn't act like a hooligan." This was different from seeing her naked. Her long and powerful legs stomped hard on the bed under her feet, as if she was stepping on someone.

"No."

Wang Dong'er shook her little head, and her dreamy hair swayed gently.

"Put me back to reality, and then let me beat you up. For Yutong's sake, I will definitely leave you a breath."

I just cried, but now Wang Donger can't cry anymore. She had some good feelings towards him because of his previous behavior, and felt that he was a good person. But now, although it was not her body, it was exactly the same as hers, and she was treated like a puppet by this guy.

An Zhen did not answer, but looked at Wang Dong who had no will on the side.

"Practice meditation."

The short-haired girl sat cross-legged on the bed, her soul power flowing.

"I will practice in this world. After I get out, I can use my first soul skill to project my cultivation onto the corresponding person." Holding his cheeks with both hands, the young man looked at the surprised Wang Dong'er with a smile, "Okay, let me send Miss Wang out now. I will go and apologize later."

"Wait a moment."

The slender white legs took a step forward, and the big blue eyes looked at the boy expectantly, "An Zhen, I have always regarded you as a good friend."

Take it easy.

What does Wang Donger like?
Like to play.

With twin martial spirits and the resources of the Haotian Sect, if she had worked hard to cultivate, she would never have reached the second ring at this age. Dai Huabin and Ning Tianke were both at the third ring, and Wang Dong's qualifications and the treasures he usually enjoyed were all above them. But this child didn't like to cultivate, and whale glue, a treasure that improved physical fitness, could only be regarded as so unpalatable that she wanted to vomit.

"So, my good friend, can you let me touch your thigh?"

The dark eyes cast their gaze on the delicate white skin. For some reason, the words "good brother, touch my leg" suddenly came to my mind.

(End of this chapter)