The magic soldier begins to cross

Chapter 119 The Enchanting Fallen Angel

"Nan... Nangong Wentian!"

The evil spirit looked at the figure blocking him, and said something in a trembling voice.

The person it least wanted to see finally found it.

He took a look at the ghoul's attire now, and he really looked like a queen.

"Let's go, you've been out for so long, it's time to go back with me."

The suppression of Nangong Wentian's aura made the evil spirit turn pale, and now he is not afraid that this evil spirit will escape at all.

"I won't go back. If I go back, I will die." Unexpectedly, the ghast stomped its feet like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

She knew very well that once she went back, she would be fused and absorbed by the main soul, which was no different from killing her.

"What? You still want to have an independent personality?" Nangong Wentian said angrily and amusedly, after all, she and Tie Xin were one.

Looking at the sky, it was already getting dark, and those indomitable people were coming towards him. He didn't want to kill people, so he directly grabbed the hand of the ghost and rushed to the sky.

At night, the temperature at night looking south on the plain is still very high, as if you are in a stove.

Because it was too late, Wentian planned to rest for the night and return to the Palace of the Heads of State early tomorrow morning, so he found a place with a water source and lit a bonfire.

Seeing the evil soul squatting on the grass beside him with an angry and helpless face, he would stare at Nangong Wentian from time to time.

"I said it's useless for you to stare at me, anyway, sooner or later you will go back to your body."

He laughed and threw a few sticks of dry wood towards the campfire.

"I..." The ghost was at a loss for words, what he said was indeed good, but she just couldn't be reconciled to why she could only cling to the main body. Could it be that a remnant soul really has no right to live?

"Ouch, I've been a little tired in the past few days, come here and help me beat my back."

Nangong Wentian stretched, yawned, and said lazily.

"Live your spring and autumn dream!" Unexpectedly, the ghost immediately refused and scolded him, turning his head angrily and ignoring him.

"Look at you stingy, even your real body is going to marry me in a few days, isn't it you who will marry me then?"

Nangong Wentian shrugged and said with a smile, since he came out of the cemetery, he felt very tired.

"The ghost will marry you! What kind of vision Dongfang Tiexin has?! He actually has a crush on someone like you."

The evil spirit suddenly stood up and pointed at him, and said with disdain in a slightly angry tone.

Looking at the actions of the ghast, Nangong Wentian was annoyed and funny, just like a shrew who scolded the street.

"It's not up to you, who told you that you are a remnant soul, and others are the main soul?"

As he spoke, he suddenly stood up and walked towards the evil spirit, his eyes narrowed into a straight line.

"You...what do you want to do?!" The ghost looked at Nangong Wentian who was approaching step by step, with a lewd smile on his face, suddenly he was at a loss, subconsciously retreated.

He habitually rubbed his chin and glanced at the ghost, and gave a smirk: "Well... Tiexin has slept with me, look at how beautiful the night is, with the sky as the quilt and the ground as the bed , or we should rest early."

"You...you...dream!"

Hearing this, the evil spirit was frightened out of his wits, trembling, and immediately wanted to turn around and run away, but found that his body was completely restrained by the powerful pressure overflowing from the ring of corruption behind Nangong Wentian.

"Tell me, you look like Tie Xin, why are you so bad-tempered?"

He walked up to the evil spirit slowly, and helped her brush the strands of hair from her cheeks behind her ears.

He also pinched her face with a little force, and the silk was smooth and elastic, just like stroking a stream.

He even put his head in front of her fair neck, and a stream of elegant deodorant rushed into his nose, making him a little restless.

Seeing the exact same cheek as Tie Xin's, he couldn't help but kissed those seductive red lips, as soft as eating cotton candy.

what…

But just a few seconds after touching it, Nangong Wentian screamed and backed away immediately, only to see that his lips were broken, and bright red blood overflowed.

Looking up, there were tears in the corners of the evil soul's eyes, and she glared at him. Although her body and limbs were restrained and unable to move, her mouth was still able to move.

"I... I'm sorry, I can't help it."

Nangong Wentian came back to his senses, he actually mistook her for Dongfang Tiexin at that moment just now.

With a wave of his hand at her, the energy of the depraved halo behind him soared, and the restraints on her body disappeared immediately.

But the evil spirit squatted down without saying a word, and simply stopped talking to him.

"Woman, what a strange creature." Nangong Wentian wiped the blood on his lips with a finger and smiled, then returned to the campfire and sat down again.

After sitting down on the green grass, the depraved halo behind him suddenly began to blur, turning into a black mist again and falling beside him.

Immediately, the body of the fallen angel appeared in front of Nangong Wentian again.

It is still the breastplate made of purple scales, which only covers half of the chest. The body is hot and sexy, and the long white legs that can make all women envy and hate, and a pair of golden high heels cast like gold, More noble and elegant.

"Owner."

The fallen angel knelt down on one knee again in front of Nangong Wentian, and shouted without any emotion.

"The name Fallen Angel doesn't sound very nice. From now on, you'll be called Xiao Hua."

Nangong Wentian lay on his back on the grass in the plain, and said after thinking for a moment.

"Yes, listen to the master's orders." The fallen angel's plain eyes flashed a slight wave, but he still replied in the affirmative.

"Well, come here and press my head."

"Yes."

The golden high-heeled shoes under Xiaohua's feet stepped out in a seductive posture, squatted down in front of Nangong Wentian, pressed a pair of jade hands on his temples, and slowly rubbed them.

Feeling extremely comfortable, he almost groaned out, the strength was just right, and the scorching temperature of Yu's hand felt even more warm.

"That's right, the shoulders are rubbed too."

Nangong Wentian praised it, he never thought that this magical beast could have such a skill, it really amazed him.

Naturally, Xiaohua would not refuse, she immediately shifted her posture, her jade hands stroked Wentian's neck and extended to her shoulders, and kneaded gently.

"Bastard! Dirty!"

Unexpectedly, the ghost sitting on the other side saw Nangong Wentian's relaxed face, and immediately cursed in a low voice indignantly.

After pressing his shoulders for five or six minutes, he felt that the fatigue on his body had eased a lot, and he felt the unique fragrance of the fallen angel while massaging.

"Master, do you need to press your thigh?!"

"This... It's not necessary, I'll do it myself."

Nangong Wentian blushed, and said embarrassingly, the firepower of this magic soldier is too great.

(End of this chapter)