Don’t Pretend To Be the Heroine

Yancheng is worthy of being a central city. People come and go on the streets and the rivers are constantly flowing. It is clear that there is no festival but home;

Yancheng is worthy of being a central city. People come and go on the streets, and the rivers are constantly flowing. Even though there are no festivals, every household is decorated with lanterns and bright lights.

There was a shout in the ear, and then it suddenly drifted into the distance, slowly blending into the moonlight.

What a bustling scene.

Wen Jing cautiously walked into the city gate with the person in his arms.

The crowd is bustling, and the mirror has been carefully avoided, but there are still some tourists who accidentally bump into the mirror.

A girl who was jumping happily accidentally bumped into the mirror. The girl saw that her clothes were different from those around her. She thought she was a tourist from other places, so she smiled and said, "Girl, you are welcome in Yancheng." He waved his hand and disappeared into the crowd.

Ask the mirror to move on, trying to find the best inn. The surrounding noise made Meng Zhen slowly wake up from her sweet dream.

Meng pillow rubbed his sore eyes, and after a while, he became less dazed. Looking around, he knew that he had reached Yancheng.

Although the destination has been reached, she has no idea of ​​getting down and walking.

However, this posture of sitting on Wen Jing's arm has been maintained long enough, Meng pillow patted her shoulder with his hand, and flew out of her embrace, twisting his body.

Meng pillow's legs fell steadily on Wen Jing's shoulders. Neck stance.

Because the people around were either busy with their own, or attracted by the dazzling array of goods around, no one noticed them.

Meng pillow grabbed her tied hair with both hands and tilted her head slightly.

Asking Jing looked at the candy man stall in front of him and asked tentatively, "Does the master want to eat candy man?"

Meng Zhen tugged her hair hard when she heard the words, and asked Jingjing that when she thought her scalp was about to be torn off, Meng pillow loosened her strength and said, "You want to eat it."

"Master's eyes are like torches, and his subordinates are indeed greedy." Wen Jing replied cooperatively. Meng Zhen's cute appearance of being slapped upside down, Wen Jing was immediately fascinated, so she walked up to the sugar figurine and bought two sugar figurines, one handed to Meng pillow and the other held in her hand.

Licking the Sugar Man, Meng Zhen suddenly asked, "By the way, I remember that the Demon Realm is not very far from this city of Yan. With your realm, you should be able to reach it in less than half a day. How come you are still at this time today."

They set off in the morning, no matter how slow they are, they should not arrive as if it were already night.

Wen Jing panicked when he heard this, thinking, what else could be the reason for this, holding the soft master in his arms, no one wants to get to the destination so soon, right?

However, this idea asked Jingjing to dare not reveal it to Meng Zhen, so she tried to hide her disrespectful thoughts: "I thought that the master's spirit had fallen asleep, and the subordinates were afraid of disturbing the master, so she slowed down the pace without authorization." Also true.

Meng Zhen didn't worry too much, she just asked casually.

After eating the bunch of candy figurines in his hand, Meng Zhen took away the candy figurines in Wen Jing's hand without any explanation. On the way to the inn, I repeated the old tricks and asked the mirror to buy snacks.

Not to mention, it's pretty comfortable.

Stop and go, almost an hour or two outside.

They only entered the inn at about nine o'clock at night in the real world.

"The shopkeeper, one room, the best one." Wen Jing put the silver taels on the table and instructed the shopkeeper.

"Two guest officers, there are enough rooms in the small building, are you sure you want a room?" the shopkeeper asked. Meng pillow was also curious, so she didn't interrupt, wanting to hear how Jingjing explained it.

Asking the mirror disappointed the two of them, she just said lightly: "Yes." Without much explanation.

The shopkeeper and Meng pillow didn't plan to get to the bottom of things either, so the store took silver taels and arranged them in a room on the highest floor. When the window was opened, Xiao Banyan City came into view.

Wen Jing put down Meng Pillow and tidy up the room silently. But Meng pillow threw himself on the bed.

Although it is said that this is the best room in this inn, the bed is indeed much worse than that of my own bedroom. Still alive though.

Wen Jing, who was watching Meng Zhen silently, felt a lot of joy when she saw the owner rolling around on the bed, and she even had a smile on her face.

It's just that Meng Zhen can't see it because of the mask.

After washing, Meng Zhen took the lead to get into the warm and thick blanket. Seeing that Wen Jing had also undressed and wanted to sleep with Meng pillow, Meng pillow stretched out a jade foot against Wen Jing's abdomen.

The temperature of the two people penetrated each other through a thin layer of clothing. Wen Jing stopped and waited suspiciously for Meng Zhen's instructions.

Meng pillow kicked forward, Wenjing took two steps back, and just as he stood firm, the man on the bed raised his head with his hands on the side, but he didn't care that his shoulders were exposed.

She looked at the questioning mirror affectionately, and gave the order in the most gentle tone: "Those cultivators who escaped are still at ease, what qualifications do you have to sleep?"

"Before dawn, if you didn't handle them well..." Meng Zhen covered her mouth and yawned a little, and continued vaguely, "Just come over consciously to receive the punishment."

After he finished speaking, he lay flat and stopped paying attention to the heroine.

Wen Jing silently put on his clothes and picked up his own Kujue: "Subordinates obey." Quietly left the room.

The dark night slowly swallowed the lights of Yancheng.

And compared to the peaceful sleep of some people, some people have suffered from bad luck for eight lifetimes, and they are destined to be restless tonight.

In the room, a monk narrowly escaped Wen Jing's ruthless sword, the monk leaned back against the wall, held down his bleeding arm, and scolded Wen Jing: "Female Rakshasa, today you Although you can kill us, one day, you will definitely be punished by the righteous way. Evil does not suppress the righteous, and there is cause and effect. I advise you to atone for your sins as soon as possible, so as not to be thrown into the eighteenth **** after death! "

Wen Jing was too lazy to listen to the cultivator continuing to swear, and waved again, mercilessly slashed at the cultivator.

Tell you to disturb my sleep with the master!

Telling you to always beat the master's bad idea!

Telling you to make me disgusted by the master!

...

Asking Jing also didn't know how many swords he had made up, and he forgot how many inns he had tossed around and let the blood flow into the river.

Her hands, face, and body were covered with dried blood, standing in a room full of corpses, even her shoes were not spared, they were already soaked by the pooled blood.

She only felt that she was really dirty now, and the strong smell of blood made her stomach roll. I want to retire, but feel a little weak.

Think of the master again.

When the master takes people's life, he will never be so embarrassed as himself. Either you won't touch your body with blood, or you will bloom like a gorgeous rose in the blood.

I really want to go back to the master right away... but I'm so dirty, I'll be disliked.

Wen Jing also sat down on the ground regardless of the surrounding mess. After I regained some strength, I stood up and applied a dust removal technique to myself to make myself clean.

Not wanting to delay for a moment, Wen Jing quickly ran back to the inn.

Standing in front of the door, Wen Jing did not intend to go in. What are you going in for? Are you disturbing the master's dream?

But just as Wen Jing was about to finish the rest of the time, a voice suddenly came to mind.

"Come in."

is the master! In addition to his surprise, Wen Jing was a little nervous, for fear that he would wake up the master.

Meng pillow was indeed woken up by the questioning mirror. It's not that she made any noise, but the smell of blood she carried from the "criminal scene" woke Meng Zhen up.

It stands to reason that although this **** smell is a bit heavy, it is the smell left in the air after all.

So you can't smell it if you don't smell it. But Shi Yexing's innate ability to perceive is extremely good. Let's just say that when it enters Shi Yexing's nose, it is several times stronger than a word.

Smelling the strong stench, Meng Zhen opened his eyes unbearably and asked the culprit to come in.

As soon as this question mirror came in, Meng pillow almost performed a live performance and sprayed rainbows from her mouth. Oh my god, this smell is too rushed!

"How did this master Yexing come here before? He killed so many people without being smoked to death?" Meng pillow beeped in his head.

"It's called professionalism, it's not like you..." The host was not strong, and the system sighed.

Wen Jing saw that his master's face was darkened several times, and he lowered his head quickly, not daring to look at Meng pillow like a quail.

"Go wash, it stinks." Meng Zhen sat up, pinched her nose and pointed to the door, signaling her to take care of it herself.

After he finished speaking, the questioning mirror disappeared in place, and there was no afterimage at all. He actually took out what he had learned all his life and escaped.

Washing his body vigorously, Wen Jing blushed when he thought of the host's disgusting eyes just now.

She is inexplicably a little excited now. Sure enough, the master is unparalleled in the world. When the master looked at her with the eyes that looked down at the ants, Wen Jing felt that her soul was shaking, her legs were soft, and she just wanted to kneel and surrender. For the master, kiss the master's hand, ah no, I only deserve to kiss the master's feet. No, it's not right, it should only be worthy of being stepped on by the master.

Thinking of this, Wen Jing's face was already embarrassed with his neck attached and couldn't be any more red.

Sure enough, no matter how the owner treats him, he is very honored.

In this life, the master can take a look at himself, and Wen Jing can be honored to die on the spot.

...

Meng Zhen didn't wait long before Wen Jing came back.

Although she wondered what happened to her blushing face, she didn't seem to have to know it, so she just pretended not to see it.

Asked the mirror to lie in. Meng Zhen didn't stop her anymore, there was nothing she could do, this was the original owner's fault, wouldn't she have to bear it?

Meng Zhen turned over and pressed down on Wen Jing's body. She pressed her face to the chest of the mirror, and one hand swam on the delicate arm of the mirror. The fingernails gently scraped the sensitive skin, and the mirror became tense.

"Is it all cleaned up?" Meng Zhen asked lazily, like a cat that didn't wake up.

Qiaojing swallowed and replied in a sullen voice, "My subordinates have already dealt with it."

Meng Zhen chuckled a few times. As expected of the heroine, how long has it been? Looking outside, there is still some time for dawn.

Meng pillow looked at Wen Jing, and Wen Jing also looked at her.

So the hot lips pressed gently on the skin of the mirror, from the watery peach blossom eyes to the soft lips, she had enough patience this time.

Slowly, softly, marking Wenjing's body inch by inch, Meng Zhen treated Wenjing very gently at this moment.

Finally, asking the mirror to be confused, he wrapped his legs tightly around Meng Zhen's waist.

I thought it would be a spring night, but Meng Zhen got up and put down the mirror.

The warmth on his body was dissipated by the master's departure, and his heart seemed to be taken away suddenly. With tears in his eyes, Wen Jing looked at Meng Zhen aggrieved, and finally just spit out a sentence: "Master..." Why not continue? Do you hate me?

I thought that the master would be satisfied just by looking at himself, but when there was a more intimate act, Wen Jing could no longer suppress his admiration.

Meng Zhen didn't give an answer, she just casually wiped the tears that kept falling from the mirror, and lay back lazily in the bed.

"You did a good job today, this is a reward." Meng Zhen said ruthlessly.

It's obviously a compliment, and the mirror's heart is aching, but there is a kind of ecstasy that fills the heartache.

Wen Jing also lay back, but now she can't fall asleep no matter what.

So she told herself over and over again that she was not worthy.

"Host, you...why don't you continue?" Although she didn't want to see her young lady being treated like that by Meng Zhen, she could actually see it. With Miss Meng's unlimited indulgence, it was said that there was no relationship between them. She really didn't believe it.

"When the moon is full, it is a loss, and when the water is full, it overflows. Don't be too hasty." Meng Zhen said with a smile.

The author says:

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