Becoming a Senior Sister Lingshan

Chapter 94
At this time, Lu Ling closed her eyes and carefully watched the sword dance in her mind...

That is a very handsome boy.

The long sword in his hand was like a nimble snake, traveling around his body. It was very slow at first, but as his murderous aura gradually increased, his whole temperament was turned upside down, and his sword moves became more and more tricky and terrifying.

As the speed of his shots increased, his whole body seemed to have turned into a sharp sword, constantly moving around in the arena, the shadow of the sword flashed repeatedly, although there was no sword energy, it was natural and extremely smooth.

[Unity of human and sword? ] Lu Ling thought, and even though she didn't know how to use swords, she always looked weird.

This set of swordsmanship feels a bit incongruous. It should be a very soft swordsmanship, but it makes the boy feel a little domineering. If Mo Yuan knew what she was thinking, he would understand.

This paragraph is a picture he combined with his own memories. This is the first set of sword scriptures he learned, and it was also the last set before he got the Mo Yuan Sword. Later, in order to conceal his delicate temperament, he changed to practice marksmanship.

After a while, Mo Yuan finished his demonstration, and the phantom of the boy disappeared.

【how? ] he asked.

[Very good, although I can't understand it, but it looks very powerful. 】Lu Ling was satisfied.

[In this way, I will demonstrate it to you to see if there are any mistakes. ] Lu Ling smiled, and then the world changed, and the originally empty world instantly became richer.

It was a bright red stage.

Mo Yuan froze for a moment, he could still play like this.

Remember it just by watching it once?
Mo Yuan didn't believe it. Although he was in Lu Ling's sea of ​​consciousness at this time, he didn't engrave anything. He just demonstrated it to her.

【I'm starting...】 Saying that, a figure flew onto the stage, exactly like Lu Ling, but with black hair.

After taking the stage, the girl froze for a moment with her sword in hand, as if she was at a loss.

【What's wrong? 】 Mo Yuan asked.

【I don’t feel like it’s suitable for me, change someone...】

During the speech, the figures on the stage flickered.

The first person Lu Ling thought of was Shen Gui. Although she was not familiar with it, the swordsmanship that day was still very good, but this set of soft and weird swordsmanship was performed by Shen Gui...

It always feels weirder.

Qin Zhu, Xu Xu, the unknown young lady, Li Zhuzi...

Figures flashed, and finally even Le Zhengluo appeared on the stage, but Lu Ling was never satisfied.

Just when Mo Yuan was confused, a young girl appeared on the stage.

Simple Taoist robes, silver crowns are magnificent.

Black and white are intertwined and lingering on the girl's body, producing an inexplicable charm.

Dignified, with snowy skin, black hair like smoke, a pair of spiritual pupils, like pearls and jade.

She pursed her lips and smiled, with a sweet dimple, her eyes flickered as if she was looking in Lu Ling's direction.

It was gentle, helpless eyes with anger.

【It's you...】 Lu Ling said with satisfaction.

【…You……】

Although he knew that all of this was an illusion manipulated by Lu Ling, Mo Yuan had the illusion that the girl on the stage responded to her.

Then, a black long sword appeared out of thin air in the girl's hand, which was forged by Lu Ling based on the "beautiful" long sword in her mind.

Shen Gui's 【Return Sword】.

As Lu Ling recalled the sword technique, the girl on the stage moved, and with a slight force on her wrist, the returning sword slowly turned, with unusual agility, the sword light flashed, and the sword in the girl's hand turned faster and faster, as if something appeared on her body. There is a black ink wheel, which blends with the girl's black clothes.

The black sword light drew an arc in the air, and the girl's soft waist fell down with the sword light, but just before landing on the ground, she pulled up the sword flower, and her figure flickered, appearing a few steps away.

Turning into a sword, the girl's figure seemed to be integrated with the sword, flickering and moving on the stage.

Her temperament is like a soft sword, weak but also sharp.

……

At this time, know overseas.

Watching the seductive look on Lu Ling's face gradually calm down... The curve of the corner of her mouth was as perfect as a crescent moon, and everyone else was stunned.

What is the master doing with that demon clan?
Xuechen cared very much, this kind of gentle smile, with a touch of warmth.

Hey.

She is extremely jealous.

At the same time, jealousy exploded... and Lezheng Luoting, she didn't know what happened, she was just purely jealous, hoping that Lu Ling would look at her.

sick mind.

……

In the sea of ​​consciousness, in the illusory world constructed by Lu Ling, the figure of the girl on the stage flickered, and snowflakes formed between the sky and the earth.

It was Lu Ling who did it.

At this time, although she was full of greed, she still had a little intention of sharing.

For example, the appearance of Snow Flower, I want the girl to see it.

This is a kind of subconsciousness. At this time, Lu Ling forgot everything for a short time, and seemed to have returned to her original personality.

And Mo Yuan is no different from her.

At this moment, he doesn't have the intention of a demon king, his eyes rippled with the dance of the girl on the stage.

It was a look of longing, which was above the longing for Lu Ling's body.

This kind of gentle and weak temperament can't be seen in the women of the demon world. If it is a human woman, which one can see that he is not full of hatred.

It was the second time I saw such a woman... The anger towards Lu Ling in the girl's eyes made Mo Yuan freeze in place.

Lu Ling's temperament suits his taste very much, but that's just admiration, and the young girl at this time made him want to possess her. In the past, he would definitely get her at all costs.

At this time, Mo Yuan's heart throbbed, following the girl's figure, all the ruthlessness disappeared from his delicate face.

If the former Lu Ling saw it, she would definitely say...

You are in love with teenager.

……

After a while, the sword dance ended.

The figure of the girl on the stage gradually disappeared, and her red lips moved slightly before leaving, as if she had said something to Lu Ling.

【Well... I will go back soon. ] Lu Ling responded, and then she stretched, and her seductive look climbed up the corners of her eyes again.

gambling.

Good things should always be put to the end, and Lu Ling is looking forward to the bet with the devil.

[Who is this woman...? ] Mo Yuan asked after a moment of silence.

Now he no longer cares about Lu Ling's amazing memory.

[A wonderful girl, but sometimes a little wordy. 】Lu Ling casually replied.

[That's it...] Mo Yuan seemed to let go of something, and returned to the previous state: [What do you think of this set of sword scriptures? 】

Lu Ling looked at him strangely.

Why don't you continue to use [you]?

What is the situation with this tone of speaking to an old friend?
Although she was slandered in her heart, Lu Ling still replied.

[Very good, if they all have such good-looking swordsmanship or marksmanship, I'll take them all. 】

[That's good, if you win, I'll give you everything. ] Mo Yuan said so.

【good. ] Lu Ling smiled and nodded.

【One last question, I can give you all the treasures and sword books, except the Mo Yuan Sword, can you... let me go. 】 Mo Yuan said.

【No. 】Lu Ling didn't hesitate.

She is not purely greedy, these things are just gambling money to satisfy her, what she is really looking forward to is still the gambling game with the devil, although she also wants these things...

[If you don’t need to gamble to win back, it’s meaningless. ] Lu Ling said so.

【I see. 】 Mo Yuan is relieved.

【Then let's start, our last gamble...】 Lu Ling opened her eyes.

"Let's bet... see who survives."

The same words were uttered by different people with different moods.

The snow is getting heavier.

Both parties' bets were on the table, and Lu Ling's long-awaited gamble began.

　Meaningless text... um... water... um... no dry goods... um... Actually, I always wanted to know, what is dry goods?main line?What is the main line?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)