The vicious villain is in luck again

An Ran gritted his teeth and glared at "Wen Feiran" angrily.

"Wen Feiran" licked the blood carefully and raised his head from her neck. He was even more excited by such a glare. He raised his eyebrows and said, "You appear again, and your temperament has changed a lot."

"A little lamb turned into a little wild cat?"

He rubbed and caressed every part of An Ran's body without any scruples, from the tender flesh of her cheeks to her earlobes, from the tip of her nose to her lips, from the flesh of her waist to her lower abdomen. There was no sluggish feeling at all with that touching technique

, very familiar with the roads.

It was as if he was extremely familiar with her body.

No, it should be because he is extremely familiar with women's bodies.

And every time his hands lingered on her body, An Ran became angrier.

What a shame! She has never been teased so frivolously by a man.

What a bullshit little lamb, what a bullshit little wild cat, she is the incarnation of heaven, and she is treated as an animal in a man's mouth, just like a plaything.

An Ran felt like the roots of her teeth were getting sore.

If she had not been replaced by a false incarnation of heaven, if she was still the original incarnation of heaven, she would not be as immobile as she is now.

It's just like people are using the knife and the fish as meat.

I'm so angry, I'm so angry, I'm so angry.

I really want to chop off this dog man's hand.

Perhaps Anran's resentment was too strong, and the look she stared at "Wen Feiran" became more and more cruel.

Dog man, don't let her catch him in the future, she will definitely get back the humiliation she suffered today.

"Wen Feiran" said Yun Danfengqing, his eyes passing over her frivolously, "What, do you want to talk?"

Isn't this nonsense?

An Ran rolled her eyes unceremoniously.

"Wen Feiran" was looking at her, and he directly received An Ran's disgusted and angry eyes. He was stunned for a moment, and his smile became more and more cheerful, and it also revealed a bit of evil.

He retracted his hand, pinched his chin, and looked at An Ran wildly again, as if he was getting to know An Ran again.

"You have really changed."

"You've changed a lot! It sounds like you know me better."

An Ran yelled out these two words, and after taking a few breaths, he found that he could speak.

There was still a feeling of pressure in her waist. She glanced down hard and saw that one of "Wen Feiran's" hands was still there.

Even the fingertips are still moving.

An Ran's anger, which had declined after being vented just now, began to rise again.

She glared at "Wen Feiran" angrily, "You pervert, please let me go!"

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, "Wen Feiran" smiled even brighter.

"What did you say about me?"

"Death, change, state."

He read out the words slowly and word by word, with clear enunciation and correct accent.

Although An Ran was immobilized, he was really unwilling to admit defeat.

"Aren't you a pervert? Who is?"

"Only a pervert would lick, touch, and touch someone as soon as they meet."

"Bah!"

An Ran took a hard "poof" and emphasized again, "What a pervert!"

"Oh."

"Wen Feiran's" smile became dangerous.

"If it weren't for the fact that your spiritual aura is still the same, I really doubt that you were taken away from you."

The corners of his mouth were enlarged, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and there was a faint light shining between his eyebrows.

As if someone was carefully sketching the ink painting with a pen, a small flame emerged from his forehead little by little.

Like a flower bud slowly blooming, a touch of watery blue dyed the small flame, making it look both gorgeous and calm.

An Ran fell into deep thought for a moment.

She seemed to have seen this blue somewhere before.

But for a moment, she remembered.

It's the Fire Temple.

Combined with the legend about the Shenhuo Temple that Chunyu had said before, An Ran suddenly regained his anger and asked, "What does you have to do with the cluster of sacred fires enshrined in the Shenhuo Temple in Wanguo Valley Yu County?"

Could it be that he is the human body cultivated by that cluster of divine fire?

"Wen Feiran" smiled and pinched An Ran's face. (This chapter is not finished yet!)

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Rub a little bit of flesh on the cheek.

An Ran was unhappy again, "Let go!"

"Wen Feiran" refused to let go, "I have done everything with you, and you are resisting now. Isn't it too late?"

safely:"··??··"

"Who did this to you?"

"Don't be slanderous. In the past few hundred years, no man has been able to get into my bed!"

"Wen Feiran" asked, "Not these few hundred years, what about hundreds of years ago?"

An Ran was speechless for a moment.

She was not even born hundreds of years ago.

"Wen Feiran" reminded her.

Judging from his behavior, he seemed to be extremely familiar with her, even to the point of in-depth communication between body and body.

It is absolutely impossible for her, and the only person she knows best is Tiandao.

But what if he recognized the wrong person?

So An Ran asked, "Did you admit the wrong person? I didn't exist hundreds of years ago."

"Wen Feiran" looked at her with a smile, "Absolutely impossible."

He said slowly, his voice as gorgeous and smooth as water flowing into a silver vase, "After all, you are my cauldron."

"We couldn't be closer."

The familiar words echoed in An Ran's ears instantly.

The man dressed in pitch black looked at her condescendingly, his tone was firm and unquestionable.

"From now on, you are my furnace."

"Don't leave me even half a step."

In a flash of lightning, an idea flashed through An Ran's mind.

"You are Ji Yunyang."

"Wen Feiran", no, it should be said that it was Ji Yunyang who was recognized. His smile remained unchanged and he nodded slowly, as if he was very satisfied that An Ran could recognize him.

He patted An Ran's head like a reward like a kitten or puppy, and then scratched her chin, "Good boy."

An Ran let out a cold "vomit".

He really got the wrong person.

He mistook her for that little girl.

But regardless of whether she admitted it was wrong or not, Ji Yunyang's actions were enough to make her sick.

What kind of devil is this? He kidnapped a little girl and used it as a furnace. He relied on sucking the girl's luck to increase his own cultivation. He took shortcuts. What she despised the most was this kind of person who used evil ways.

She looked down on them all, including Meng Ziling, who killed his wife to become a Taoist priest, and Fu Jinyu, who was seriously injured and took the initiative to form a contract.

"No wonder I couldn't find you no matter how hard I looked for you in the main world. It turns out you hid in the small world."

Ji Yunyang folded his arms and leaned against the tree trunk beside him, but his eyes were locked on An Ran, "You must have lived a nourishing life in these hundreds of years."

"It's just that this body has shrunk to the same shriveled appearance as when I first met you?"

An Ran no longer wanted to argue with him about whether he had admitted the wrong person.

After all, she has entered the little girl's dream, or the remaining memories will be contaminated by her breath.

It’s perfectly normal to admit a mistake.

"I want you to care what I look like?" An Ran replied angrily, closing her eyes not wanting to see him.

Then she was thrown headfirst onto Ji Yunyang's shoulders like a sack.

An Ran: "Ouch!"

The bumps on her lower abdomen made her feel uncomfortable. An Ran felt that all the blood in her body was flowing back to her head. Her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks were extremely hot.

In addition, I wanted to vomit, which made me feel very uncomfortable.

But An Ran, who had spoken and cursed several times before, was silent now.

She bit her lip tightly, just not wanting to make any sound for the person carrying her to notice.

Maybe Ji Yunyang did it on purpose, just like Meng Ziling deliberately made her fall down in the dream and waited for her to beg him.

She can never do this.

An Ran closed her eyes.

However, as soon as I closed my eyes, the uncomfortable feeling became more intense.

Beads of sweat broke out uncontrollably on his forehead, and An Ran felt dizzy and dizzy.

At this moment, she prayed that it would be best if she could faint.

I originally thought about vomiting and vomiting all over Ji Yunyang, but then I thought about what to do if the vomiting was gone. (This chapter is not finished yet!)

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If Ji Yunyang got enough of it, it would block her breathing nostrils, which would be bad.

So she might as well pass out.@essence\/书馆·无error first release~~

Just when An Ran felt that he had reached the limit and was about to faint, the world began to spin again.

The discomfort in her lower abdomen disappeared, and her head was no longer congested with blood from pointing downward.

An Ran opened her eyes.

Ji Yunyang held her in his arms and glanced at her lightly, "Just as stubborn as usual."

Seeing An Ran looking at him with her eyes open, he made a gesture to let go.

I wanted to scare her, but I only got An Ran's big eyes.

Ji Yunyang said with a smile, "If I really throw you to the ground, I don't know what your expression will be."

An Ran had already rolled her eyes twice, and upon hearing this, she had the urge to roll her eyes again.

But it's not good to roll your eyes too much, so An Ran endured it.

"I can't move, how can you expect my reaction?"

"You still want to see my expression when I throw it on the ground. Are you sick?"

Ji Yunyang was really stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect An Ran to answer like this.

"Interesting, interesting." He laughed loudly, weighed Anran up, and walked forward.

The main world, the fairy world.

The afterglow of the setting sun scattered across the horizon, gradually giving off a brilliant golden light. Under the loose fluffy clouds, the deep blue sea surged from time to time, surrounding several small islands. If anyone passed by, the view would be endless.

The water waves hit the shore, and the sea of ​​clouds is vast, so majestic.

Several fairies walked together from the seaside, and when they saw this magnificent and magnificent scene, they couldn't help but be attracted.

They all stopped.

"This is the place where Master Ziling cultivates. Is Si Wuhai?" One of the little immortals was fascinated by it and asked in admiration, "It's better to see it than to hear it a hundred times. It's really magical."

"Yes." Another older Xian'e said, "Shangxian Ziling's Siwuhai is the most suitable place for cultivation in the entire immortal world, but it is also cultivated by the master himself."

She pointed to the largest island in the middle, "That's Wuya Island, and above it is the cave of Immortal Ziling."

Xiao Xian'e looked at it and clicked her tongue twice.

Turning her direction, her gaze inadvertently passed by a small island nearby.

She asked curiously, "Who lives on that island next to it?"

As soon as she said these words, she saw the elder Xian'e's expression change a little.

The elder Xian'e looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw no one was passing by.

She solemnly took Xiao Xian'e's hand and whispered: "This is Hopeless Island, where the Taoist monks who went to immortality originally lived."

"Ah?" The confusion and infatuation on Xiao Xian'e's face faded, and she asked in surprise, "Does the Immortal actually have a Taoist companion?"

"But why have I never seen it? Nor have I heard anyone mention it?"

The elder Xian'e sighed and patted the little Xian'e, "This happened hundreds of years ago. You just entered the fairy world not long ago, so naturally you don't know."

Little Xian'e had endless curiosity in her heart, "Did the Taoist monk Shangxian perish hundreds of years ago?"

The elder Xian'e nodded.

"Then, how did she fall?"

Now the elder Xian'e no longer wanted her.

She glanced at Xiao Xian'e with a cold look, and tapped Xiao Xian'e's forehead angrily, "You are very curious about these things, so you should allocate this energy to your cultivation."

She folded her hands and turned around to leave Siwuhai.

The Xian'e all followed the elder Xian'e away one after another, leaving the little Xian'e who could not react and stopped in place.

She dazedly touched her forehead that had been touched by the elder Xian'e, and looked blankly at the sea, "Why can't we talk about Ziling's immortal Taoist couple?"

On Wuya Island, a figure stands quietly, overlooking the vast sea.

He put his fingers together on his chest, and purple light flashed out, breaking the sea surface into two halves out of thin air.

A bridge slowly emerges...

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