There is No Fairy I Can't Bend

Lin Shimei's expression went from being stunned at the beginning, to being terrified, and then to the contradictions and complexity at this time, with a bit of disdain.

——Hmph, I don't know where the vixen came from. Are you worthy of my senior sister?

It is undeniable that the woman in front of her is very beautiful, not inferior to Yin Shiming at all, and her cultivation base is unpredictable, stronger than Yin Shiming, but... Lin Shimei just thinks that she is not good enough for her!

"I hope you can pass on my words to Miss Yin."

Xiao Longnv narrowed her eyes, showing a slightly shy smile.

"As for how to decide, it's up to Miss Yin. If she agrees, I'll return the sword to her. If she doesn't agree, then let her come to the ancient tomb to find me. If she can beat me, the Bingxuan sword will be in both hands." offer."

"You are dreaming!"

Lin Shimei felt that she had nothing to say to this person, she slapped the table excitedly and glared at the person in front of her.

"My senior sister is not that kind of person. A twisted guy like you will only make her feel bad. It is absolutely impossible for senior sister to agree to you!"

Goddess Xiaolong looked indifferent, unmoved: "Then I can only ask Miss Yin to give up the Bingxuan Sword."

"You..." Lin Shimei was furious in her heart and was about to make a move, but suddenly remembered that she seemed unable to beat the person in front of her, so she had to put her hand down again calmly: "Do you think this can make senior sister change?" Have you made up your mind? Let me tell you, this is impossible! It won’t be long before Senior Sister will defeat you and get back the Bingxuan Sword, just wait, hmph!”

Lin Shimei didn't want to stay with the person in front of her for a moment, so she left some harsh words, then turned around and walked away.

But as soon as she stepped out of the door, she felt her body soften, and the scenery in front of her eyes was spinning, and she fell into darkness after a while.

"After drinking my tea, you still want to go out? You are too naive, Fairy Lin. Not everyone dares to drink my Mo Mingxin's tea."

Seeing Lin Shimei who had completely passed out, the people in the seat stood up, looking at the beautiful fairy who was letting mermaid go, her expression changed from the coldness before, and her smile revealed infinite malice.

"That guy Yin Shiming will definitely not come to me to get the Bingxuan Sword back when she has nothing to do. Even if she wants to, she will come to me by herself, so Lin Shimei must have come here secretly, that is to say, no one knows about her. Here I am..."

Mo Mingxin poked his head to look at the sky outside, and smiled even brighter.

"At least one night to play slowly, Fairy Lin, you are such a good person, I will thank you very much."

As she spoke, she picked up Lin Shimei and threw her onto the bed.

Her hands moved, her clothes flew, and she stripped Lin Shimei naked in a short while.

The snow-white Dong's body was exposed to the air, and the crystal clear skin was more alluring than fine pearls, with a touch of warmth and a faint fragrance.

Mo Ming took a good look and nodded with satisfaction: "It's well maintained, it's a stunner."

A cultivator, whether it is appearance or temperament, will change with his cultivation, especially in the Nascent Soul stage.It was a kind of metamorphosis at the level of life. Mo Mingxin always felt that cultivation was a way of evolution.

The tenderness of the skin is worse than that of a baby, and the beauty of the appearance is comparable to ordinary people. Although it is not as good as Yin Shiming, Lin Shimei is definitely a rare beauty.

But now, such a beautiful woman was lying defenseless on her bed, completely naked.

If it weren't for Mo Ming's determination, Lin Shimei might have been played as a RE weapon on the spot.

However, although Mo Mingxin is a personal ZHA, he has no interest in fans. Toying with a person who will not resist is far less interesting than playing with a sober person. The pain swaying in the vortex brings people a spiritual appreciation, which is the best!

She has always advocated bringing people spiritual pain, and building her own happiness on this basis, and brutally satisfying her own desires, in her opinion, she has fallen behind.

She, Mo Mingxin, is a noble and tasteful witch who has broken away from vulgar tastes, how could she be so careless.

So Mo Mingxin didn't do anything to Lin Shimei, just let her lie down, and ran to make preparations.

Pens, inks, spirit crystal powder, and all kinds of messy spirit grasses and spirit flowers were placed all over the table by her. If you mix any of them, you can create some substances with a lot of spiritual power. Whether you will die or not depends on your luck.

Mo Mingxin didn't intend to kill Lin Shimei, so naturally she wouldn't let her eat it, she had other uses for these things.

Mix spirit crystal powder with ink to bring aura to the ink, and then extract and refine other materials to turn them into dyes of various colors. After a while, these materials become colorful liquids, thick liquid with Feeling a little sticky, Mo Ming checked it carefully and was very satisfied with their adhesion.

Nodding slightly, Mo Mingxin smiled and looked forward to it, picked up the pen, dipped some ink, and slowly stretched it towards Lin Shimei's defenseless body.

The black ink easily adhered to the snow-white skin, completely staining that whiteness and dyeing it into its own color.

The two extreme colors set off each other and are particularly distinct.

Mo Mingxin's hands are very steady and flexible, and she is very proficient in manipulating the objects in her hands, which is the result of hundreds of years of hard training.

One horizontal and one vertical, writing and picking up pens are all in the style of everyone.

In just a few breaths of time, a neat word "正" was left on Lin Shimei's inner thigh.

It was a delicate position, just by looking at it, it was easy to think of a deeper taboo part.

Looking up at the effect, Mo Ming smiled with satisfaction, and began to focus on the second word again.

The long night is long enough for her to finish this work slowly.

Under the same night, Mo Mingxin was working hard, while the other person was bathed in the silver moonlight, looking intently at the sword in his hand.

The sword was raised high, the silver-white sword body was so similar to the moon behind it, and the patterns on it seemed to have a little more luster under the moonlight.

"Tomorrow... is coming soon, what are you doing now? Are you looking forward to tomorrow's competition like me?"

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The beauty under the moon stands still holding a sword, her beautiful eyes are lightly closed, and the wind gently brushes her hair, and she also moves accordingly.

Quiet like a virgin, moving like a rabbit.

Complicated and gorgeous sword strokes come at your fingertips, and the women's sword dance has a unique sense of beauty, stopping and turning, stabbing and cutting, all are as beautiful and moving as dancing.

The sword is like flowing water, continuous, under the moonlight, the woman danced the sword over and over again, as if never tired, for a long, long time...