Chapter 397

"No way."

Li Nanfang smiles and shakes his head.

His smile, is so sincere, his eyes, is so clear, his attitude, is so determined - well, do not pretend to force.

In fact, this guy is yelling in his heart, yelling at Heilong, your sister, let go of me, I want to talk to this beauty, listen to her sweet call brother!

The ghost woman's two curved willow eyebrows beat suddenly.

Fifty percent!

She has done 50% of her flattering work, but she still hasn't moved Li Nanfang.

What is the concept of 50% flattery?

Since her success in flattering, when she has to perform flattering, only now that she has become a heavyweight candidate in the organization can she be qualified to use 50% of her power.

Will Li Nanfang be more powerful than those people?

impossible!

His skill is worse than those people. If you pull out any one of them and tie his hand, you will be able to abuse Li Nanfang.

In front of Meigong, a person's determination is deep, which is directly proportional to his force value.

How can Li Nanfang, who can barely be regarded as a first-class expert in the world, be able to resist the attack of 50% Meigong?

Don't think that Meigong can be used if you want.

It's a double-edged sword. It's not only good for the opponent, but also good for the physical strength of the practitioner. The key is the mind. It costs a lot. If you don't do it well, you'll be killed. If you don't control the target, you'll put yourself in.

There is a saying that the most famous liar is to cheat himself first.

It's the same with Meigong. If you want to enchant your target, you have to enchant yourself first. Through fantasy, you can imagine your debauchery and stimulate Meigong's power.

"Brother, why don't you come with me?"

The ghost woman's mouth was half open, her nasal voice was stronger, her forehead was on Li NanFang's forehead.

On her pretty little Qiong's nose, thin beads of sweat had already come out, and her heart was pounding. The illusion in front of her became more and more intense. She asked her to take Li NanFang's hand and put it on her proud mountain peak to help him gently rub it.

"No, I just can't, sister!"

Li Nanfang is also very painful, almost word by word reply: "don't ask, why."

The ghost woman's eyes flashed again and sighed plaintively. She took Li NanFang's hand in her left hand and slowly slid to her belt. She stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked his lips like a snake. She said with a chuckle, "brother, you are bullying my sister."

How many eggs?

Who bullied who? I didn't let you hold my hand and untie your belt.

Li Nanfang opened his mouth to talk, but he just took a gulp and swallowed.

The unarmed woman slowly retreated, her head slightly lowered, her hands around her chest, her left knee bending up and pressing on her right knee, her whole body shaking gently.

Is it trembling?

It's not. It's more like a snake just waking up. It's slowly twisting its body with yawn, shaking left and right, and waves of enchanting.

70%.

The ghost woman has done 70% of the flattering work.

If Li Nanfang is sober, she can see her face. Her eyes are completely covered by spring water, but she is biting her lower lip. There is thin blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. The more charming nasal sound is mixed with some pain.

70% of flattery is the last line for ghost women not to lose themselves.

At this time, a little negligence will make her fall into the illusion of being unable to extricate herself. She will be influenced by flattery and do what she didn't expect to do.

To put it simply, 70% of flattery is a dangerous critical point.

Li Nanfang is still sitting in Diaoyutai, looking at the ghost woman with her mouth half open, singing and dancing.

It seems that there is a black line with the thickness and length of chopsticks, which swims rapidly on the perfect body like white jade carving of ghost woman. Is it a snake?

Li Nanfang wanted to see clearly, but his eyes were dull, and he couldn't catch up with the swimming of the black line.

"Brother, follow me."

Women's light dancing, flying long hair, also seems to be slowed down several times, no longer fluttering with the wind.

"No, sister."

Li Nanfang said with a smile.

"Why?"

"I'm busy."

"Busy - what?"

"If a man wants to be beautiful, how can he give up my ambition to benefit mankind, be scolded by future generations, and become a sinner of history?"

Li Nanfang slowly raised his right hand and pointed to the starry sky. He was not moved by beauty, but just wanted to benefit human beings. He turned the awe inspiring righteousness into an invisible light and went straight to the bullfight.

But his smile is ten times that of an idiot.

His voice, like that from the voice changer, is clear and audible, natural and fluent, but it does not contain any human emotion.

The black dragon, hiding in the sea of Qi in his Dantian, plays its most correct key energy again after saving his aging body and making him grow perfectly.

Black dragon is afraid of ghost women, because it knows very well that once Li Nanfang sinks, it will be the end of his soul. He will never be able to live beyond his life again. Because of his incomparable fear, he must stand up and let the host never make fatal mistakes.

Its magic completely influenced Li Nanfang.

But not to drive him to kill, but to resist the flattery of the ghost woman.

"Brother, you are so cruel."

The ghost woman bit the tip of her tongue, and the blood suddenly gushed out from the corner of her mouth. The sharp pain made her eyes clear for a short time. She came over enchanting, knelt down slowly in front of Li Nanfang, and stretched out her hand to untie his belt.

Suddenly, Li Nanfang sang wildly: "I stand in the strong wind, I wish I could swing my heartache! Looking at the sky, clouds move everywhere. Sword in hand, ask who is the hero in the world

To be honest, Tu Honggang's song farewell my concubine is singing at this moment. Taitemo is not in line with the current scene. It's only because the ghost woman, who incarnates in the demon, has taken out the green dragon with phosphorus, and slowly opens her mouth with a light ring in her throat.

It's 80% flattering.

Eighty percent, has been able to let the ghost woman began to lose themselves, deep in the dreamland she created.

At this moment, she has become a white fox, running under the stars in the north, facing the autumn wind of Xiao Sha, searching for her favorite scholar.

Catch up, it is a dilapidated ancient temple, incense table has been lit, pull, elegant book atmosphere full of white faced scholar, is reading books, shaking his head, reciting in a low voice.

White fox changed into a beautiful maid, with a handkerchief in her left hand, half covering her mouth, gently moving her lotus steps, came in and called, "young master?"

The white faced scholar turned his head and got up in a hurry. He folded his hands and bowed: "little lady."

Li NanFang's voice, as a voice over, came from the incomparably distant sky: "in the world, there are thousands of beauties. I love you alone -- "

The ghost woman closed her eyes and swallowed a fire.

It's 90 percent.

She completely lost herself, only to see the white fox, and scholar love each other, live together.

When the love is stronger, the scholar will go to Beijing for the exam.

He promised her that when he won the gold medal, he would marry her and be a good husband and wife for a lifetime.

White fox tears Luo shirt, sent away the scholar.

During the exam, Bai Hu is in the broken temple, overlooking the direction of the capital day and night, looking forward to the figure of his lover, echoing his promise to be husband and wife with her for a lifetime.

Spring goes and autumn comes, but the scholar has not come back. On the contrary, she is the one who failed. On the way back home, she tells her that the scholar has already won the gold medal. The emperor ordered him to be his son-in-law.

The imperial examination after the title of the golden list is the wedding night of the scholar and the princess.

Okay, what about a couple?

What's the promise of a lifetime husband and wife?

Bai Hu, who has been practicing for thousands of years, came to the capital.

At this moment, in the resplendent Imperial Palace, the red candle is dripping tears. The scholar in the red auspicious clothes uses Yu Ruyi to lift the red cap of the princess and sees the angry and charming face.

Red candle tears flow more quickly, white fox into a woman, dancing alone in the cold wind in the wilderness, weeping, the scholar slowly, put the princess on the fragrant couch - Meigong, 100%!

The ghost woman has been sitting in Li NanFang's crotch, holding his neck tightly with both hands, slowing down ten times the lens again, like the gentle sea waves, slowly rising and falling, chin high up, mouth wide, singing in a delicate voice.

The little black snake, restless, hovered on her back like jade, red letter, hissing, trying to wake up the master and wake up from the dreamland.

It has gnawed dozens of teeth on Li Nanfang.

However, there is no use for it.

He dares not hide behind his master, because when he tries to get into Li NanFang's mouth and bite through his stomach to let his intestines rot and die, he sees a vicious black dragon and wants to tear it to pieces!

Li Nanfang is still singing wildly, mixed with the sweet voice and sad cry of ghost women to form a moving ballad, which spreads far away with the wind.

Unfortunately, there is only one pair of people in the world within a few kilometers.

White fox is dead.

Tears dry, heart broken to death.

A wisp of fragrant spirit came to Fengdu City, and the kid who locked it asked her to go in and wait for the next life.

She didn't go in, but jumped under the Naihe bridge. In the Naihe pool, she was bitten by countless evil spirits, just for the sake of not forgetting the scholar and waiting for 3000 years to continue with him.

Li Nanfang sang: "sad place, who is different from other times? How many years of love are lost in a hurry. In my heart, you are the heaviest! Happy and sad, life and death together

At the end of the song, the Afterword is still there, but the world is quiet, including the chilly autumn wind.

The white fox like ghost woman lowers her head and kisses Li Nanfang lightly on her forehead. Her beautiful toes touch the ground. She puts on her clothes and floats out of the pavilion.

Li Nanfang was lying flat on a blue brick bench, asleep with a smile on his mouth.

In the Far East sky, when the fish belly is white, a drop of dew rolls down from the grass leaves and falls on a Xiu foot, which disappears in an instant.

The ghost woman stood at the foot of the cliff, looking up at the ancient pavilion on the top of the mountain.

She can't see Li Nanfang, but she can feel his steady heartbeat, even breathing sound, and the man breath that makes her obsessed.

"Brother, why can't you come with me?"

The woman whose clothes were wet by dew, whispering, slowly turned around, walked to a clump of leafy trees, took out the mobile phone.

The signal under the cliff was not very good. After the phone was dialed, the woman's voice came from the opposite side intermittently, but she could hear it clearly: "sister God, what do you want to call me so early? I just held a concert last night. I had a rest in the early morning. I'm very tired. "

"Star God."

God elder sister light ground asks: "is who, let you arbitrarily dispatch dead kill, carry out a mission?"