Urban Fashion Cultivation

After finishing what should be ground, Fan Zhilan stirred it evenly with a jade stick as thick as chopsticks, then took a breath, found a chair and sat down, leaning forward and sitting down, with as graceful a posture as she wanted, and lifted it up to Tiffany Chin, "Okay, take off your clothes."

Immortal-like in a state of extreme beauty, a pair of eyes are almost blingbling to shine.

Tiffany was stunned for a moment to react, and then inexplicably felt a little terrified by Fan Zhilan, and felt a little awkward in his heart. As soon as the movement slowed down, Richards next to him went to help, the brothers who grew up together— ——Although this guy Tiffany has been rough since he was a child, and he has always dressed strictly. Even if he is in a wheelchair, he will never let anyone help him to take a bath. Ghost, that movement was so calm and smooth, the button of the shirt was unbuttoned in a flash, and he was trying to deal with the belt.

Richards's pair of salty pig hands fell into the sand before they could finish their work, and were stopped by two different hands.

One of them belonged to Tiffany, and a vein on his forehead was beating happily, and he gave the fool a hard look.

He is wearing a black shirt and light gray trousers today, with the front of his shirt open now, his skin, which has almost never seen the sun, is white and glowing. The poor man in a wheelchair is different. Tiffany's figure is very good, slender and graceful, with a thin layer of muscles that are not exaggerated, but he has a clear sense of strength when he looks closely, just like a cockroach in its prime. cheetah.

The other hand, of course, came from Fan Zhilan. Just now, he was still sitting on the Diaoyutai. Looking at it from a distance, it looked like a painting. He didn't know when it suddenly exploded and pinched the innocent Richards. wrist, and then said in a tactful way: "...you go out."

Hao Yingjun on the side covered his eyes, and he thought desperately that he had come too late, and Fan Fan had been wronged by his goblin mother, but at least that old goblin had seen him before. In the world, there are countless beautiful men in the Ganges River, so they must always be reserved and calm. If it is a bumpkin like Fan Fan, his eyes glow green when he sees a Tiffany, can he be more useless?Simply angry!

When the loyal Richards heard Fan Zhilan's words, he subconsciously refused, "No, there must be no one around the boss." Although it was unlikely, what if Fan Zhilan had ulterior motives?Regardless of how cruel Tiffany is in nature, he has been in a wheelchair for so many years. In Richards' view, not to mention how delicate he is, it's okay to play tricks and tricks, but there must be people around him who will fight for him.

Tiffany took a deep breath, and he also said, "Okay, you can go out, just wait outside."

Richards still wanted to insist, "But..."

Tiffany gave him a helpless look, then stood up directly from her wheelchair.

Richards froze for a second and slapped his forehead, didn't he? Tiffany could stand up a long time ago. It was just a matter of inertia. The ribs that were beaten were aching!After such an oolong, Richards scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, stopped talking nonsense, and quickly opened the door and went out.

In the heavily guarded room, there are only two people and a mouse left now. Hao Yingjun especially wants to show his presence in the past, but what makes people sad is that he is also a high-level mammal on the surface, but his presence is very thin It can be compared with single-celled organisms. Those two shameless guys stood facing each other, their eyes met, and the sound of crackling electricity was almost materialized. Rolling from one end of the table to the other end of the table, such a small movement that no one wants to take a look at it!

I don't know who looked away first. The temperature in the room was originally cool and pleasant, but now it was as if the air conditioner had broken down. It was very hot. After an awkward silence for a while, Fan Zhilan coughed, "Let me help You?"

Tiffany didn't speak. He looked down and saw that his hands were subconsciously grasping the skirts on both sides. This awkward posture was like that of a shy girl. He took off all his clothes very quickly, including his underwear, and tried to put on a calm look, as if this level was nothing to him, the breeze blowing through the vent of the central air conditioner, Somewhere, he felt an extremely unsafe stirring, but he held it firmly.

Fan Zhilan saw such thorough benefits without paying attention. The naked body in front of her is really lively and fragrant. You let a cultivator who had only seen abstract erotic pictures before suddenly have such a huge leap, Fan Zhilan's mood was really indescribable. Three seconds after his brain cleared, he murmured, "Actually, you don't need to take off completely, as long as your upper body is enough..." He didn't know what he was talking about at all. .

He didn't know, but Tiffany, who was at the peak of his sensitive five senses, understood it in an instant. His fair and smooth skin turned red like a boiled shrimp. Angrily, he picked up his panties and put them on, and when they covered the important parts, Tiffany became awkward again. He thought, this rhythm is wrong, such a sissy behavior really fits his design as a big boss. Certainly?What are men afraid of?My brain is flooded, can I turn back time...

With tenacious perseverance, he restrained the urge to continue to bend over to put on his pants. He stood straight in front of Fan Zhilan with a blank expression on his face, and looked at him calmly, "What's next?"

Fan Zhilan looks very gentlemanly on the surface, but in fact she sees all the dimensions of Tiffany, especially a certain important part, while secretly feeling a little shy, but at the same time awakens the soul of comparison, after making a comparison with her own , finds himself losing out on size, but on a similar level of beauty.And what's a little strange is that his shape seems to be different from her own, and the color is also different. Fan Zhilan is still a novice in this regard, and she doesn't know the racial differences between the Eastern and Western races. —

As a pure rookie, the size is what it is, it doesn't matter who is big or small.

It's just... It was mentioned in the erotic pictures that by looking at its color and shape, one can judge whether a person still has a primordial essence. It's a little fast, and I'm a little uncertain at this time, but it can be concluded that Tiffany will definitely not experience too much sex!Could it be that the person I met that day was talking nonsense and framing?A faint expectation rose in Fan Zhilan's heart. After meeting Tiffany naked, he felt that the person in front of him was more in line with his appetite. I really hope he is a clean and self-disciplined person!

Fan Zhilan's heart turned a thousand times, and when he came back to his senses, Tiffany had already stood in front of him and waited for a while, and began to repeat a second time, "I'm ready, what's next?"

Of course, Tiffany saw Fan Zhilan's astonishment and distraction, and he felt a little happy in his heart, but on the surface he still kept his expressionless face, waiting for Fan Zhilan to recover.

Hao Yingjun had a panoramic view of this series of scenes, his whole face was covered with "huh huh", he was so suffocated that he was about to have a cardiovascular problem. It was lying on the table in large characters, and its nerve line was connected to the Internet. A Chinese chatting website with a large number of people opened a post angrily: [My son was flirting with a scumbag in front of me, and now the scumbag took off his clothes, my son stared at it with embarrassment, and the scumbag even said wretchedly' I'm ready for what's next', what do I do? 】

As soon as the post was posted, netizens who were hurt by idle eggs quickly built tall buildings.

Floor 1: Fuck you, are you a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle?Copy the guy!

2nd floor: [Waxing] [Happy to hear and see]

3rd Floor: The poster is calm and cannot discriminate against homosexuals, but are you sure that is your son?Dare to take off my clothes in front of my father, I don't know what to say anymore, come downstairs.

4th floor: Dog man, man, burn, burn, burn!

Floor 5: Only I want to ask, how old is the landlord's son?The landlord's tone is really not like an uncle, are you sure it's not a donkey?

6th Floor: Three suggestions for the host, either copy the guy and make the two men and women beat up and flee in embarrassment and change their past, or leave silently, don't insert it anywhere to disturb the harmony of the husband and wife, being a light bulb will not end well of!Or the original poster might as well join in, the three-splitting magic horse is also very loving! 233333

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Floor 365: Are you still there, the host?Ask for a live broadcast and a follow-up!Landlord?Landlord, you have to squeak!

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Floor 789: Fishing stickers, identification completed.

Hao Yingjun read these replies one by one, and finally calmed down a little, so he just lay there worrying, what should we do!Seeing that the juicy cabbage in his field is about to be called a pig, is it possible to just watch him doing nothing?However, at the beginning of the establishment of an AI like Hao Yingjun, it was stipulated that it is not allowed to do things that harm the interests of the host. How to take advantage of the loopholes so that Fan Fan can realize the beauty of girls and stay away from those stinky men. How far is it?

Fan Zhilan took a brush with a bamboo tube, dipped it in the mixed powder, and used her spiritual power as a binder. She concentrated her mind and prepared to paint on Tiffany's naked body.

That pen has a lot of history. The bamboo tube is taken from the branches of the purple golden bamboo that has been cultivated in the Jindan period. It has an amazing effect in communicating spiritual power and is most suitable for forming arrays on the surface of living bodies.The pen Hao is taken from the Zijin Bamboo Rat, which was cultivated in the Golden Core Stage. This kind of extremely fast rat is born with the Zijin Bamboo Forest. Multiplied, this will greatly increase the success rate of formation.After all, it was his first time doing it, and he could only use the amount of materials prepared three times. If he still failed three times, he had to prepare it again. Even if Tiffany didn't mind, he himself felt that he couldn't bear it.

Forget the charming thoughts of touching the opponent's skin with her hands first, Fan Zhilan calmed down, and when she opened her eyes again, her flying phoenix pupils had already calmed down, and the aura in his body was flowing, and the purple-gold writing brush seemed to be coated with ink. There was a faint layer of light, and all the powder on the brush was attached to it, sticking firmly, and would not scatter at all. He calmed down and began to trace an extremely complicated pattern starting from Tiffany's neck. If you look closely at the formation diagram, if you don't have spiritual consciousness, you will definitely feel dizzy. Tiffany suffered a dark loss when he didn't pay attention, and almost fell to the ground.

This painting took half an hour. In the later stage of the painting, Fan Zhilan's face turned pale, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, the aura of the small room gathered, and the lines on Tiffany's skin It is clear and distinct. Strange to say, there is also a layer of sweat on Tiffany's body, but once the powder is applied, not only will it not scatter, but it will never smudge. It emits a unique fluorescence. A gorgeous and strange pattern is formed on the skin of the skin, and it seems that it is only a small corner before the painting can be completed.

But at this moment, Fan Zhilan's writing brush suddenly paused, the smooth vellus hair split, and the powder on the brush faded away, and the part that had been drawn flickered at last, and then completely dimmed. The lines that appeared to be very spiritual suddenly became rigid, Fan Zhilan sighed, and the effort fell short.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time felt weak and weak. Tiffany raised his eyebrows, "Failed?"

Fan Zhilan nodded, "Well, no matter how many times you practice, if you really do it, you still almost miss something. Don't worry, I'll meditate for an hour. After I recover, I can do it again. It should work next time. I feel a little better."

So Tiffany went to the bathroom to wash off the powder on his body, and Fan Zhilan meditated on the spot to recover his aura. Of course, what he consumed the most was not his aura, but his energy. Powder, even if Fan Zhilan has built the foundation, he still consumes a lot. While meditating, he carefully recalled the feelings just now. This kind of precise use of spiritual energy actually has many benefits for him, so he must summarize and absorb it well.

After an hour, the two cheered up and came again.

With the first experience, Fan Zhilan really felt much more comfortable this time. After another half an hour, he held his breath and drew the last stroke steadily with his right hand. This time it was very similar to the last time, and the whole pattern suddenly It flashed for a while, but then, the pattern didn't dim, but disappeared miraculously. Yes, Tiffany almost couldn't help raising his hand to rub his eyes, although since he met Fan Zhilan, he has been doing it. He was fully prepared, but such an obvious supernatural phenomenon still shocked him.

However, without allowing him to think about it, an extremely warm feeling surrounded him. This feeling is continuous, soothing, and endless, like the warm autumn sun, shining on his body and gently dispelling it. He squinted his eyes, like a Persian cat basking in the sun, feeling comfortable from the inside out, Fan Zhilan looked at him with a smile, deeply joyful in her heart stand up.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, his dark green eyes were full of mist, he smiled and said softly: "I feel good, thank you."