Strongest Immortal Reborn In City

However, no matter how the beautiful secretary knocks on the door and shouts, Meng ran in the bedroom is always enjoying tea leisurely.

It's really a clever way to play hard to get.

Playing tricks with Tai ran xianzun can only say that these people on the earth are far from it.

After three or four minutes in the corridor, Zhou Jing seemed to be tired and suddenly stopped shouting.

Meng ran just sent the tea cup to his mouth. He couldn't help but stop. He laughed and said, "almost."

After a short silence, an almost unheard murmur came from the door: "don't you want to know about Yin Qingxue's mother?"

As soon as the voice dropped, the bedroom door was opened on the spot. The beautiful secretary, who had no time to steal joy, felt that the white wrist was clamped by a pair of pliers. She was allowed to stimulate the internal force in the Qi mansion, but she could not get rid of it.

"You can't earn anything with your internal skills."

A sudden sneer rang through Zhou Jing's ears.

"You!"

Zhou Jing was shocked. She felt that her feet were empty. Meng ran grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the bedroom from the corridor.

With a bang, the bedroom door closed tightly.

At the same time, Zhou Jing's whole delicate body was also thrown by Meng ran in the air, and was directly thrown onto the soft big bed.

"Ah

The beautiful secretary, who was almost out of sight under her skirt, screamed, like a frightened little white rabbit, covering her breast tightly.

"You What would you do? This is Yin's villa! If you dare to treat me... "

It has to be said that the beautiful secretary's acting skills are really first-class, that is, Meng Ran is sitting on the sofa and joking with a smile:

"Miss Zhou, with your appearance and figure, plus this hook, it's a pity that men's means and acting skills can't be developed in the entertainment industry."

At this time, Zhou Jing found out that the two tall glass she had just brought had fallen into Meng Ran's hands.

The top red wine in the high foot glass is a drop of many, lying in it steadily.

It can be seen that Meng Ran has just controlled the speed, just right, and a drop of red wine has not been spilled.

Zhou Jing was not angry, but was more interested in the handsome boy.

She smiles at Meng ran with a charming smile and a sweet and sweet voice. She says: "handsome boy, you are just so rough, but I like my sister very much."

as she said, she got out of bed, stepped on high-heeled shoes, twisted her hips and waist and walked towards Meng ran.

Meng ran didn't even bother to look at the tempting female goblin. Instead, she bent her fingers a little. A blue light shot from Meng Ran's fingertips turned into an upside down golden bowl, isolating the whole bedroom.

Meng ran was stunned at Zhou Jing's ingenious means, and said in a spoony voice: "this Is this magic? It's really beautiful... "

Meng ran flicked her fingers, and a glass goblet filled with top red wine flew into Zhou Jing's hands.

Zhou Jing was stunned at first. Seeing that the glass of red wine that Meng ran had just drunk was the cup she had just drunk, she could not help climbing up to a touch of scarlet on her pretty jade face.

"I didn't expect that you were still a virgin. I think you have a good position in the sect, and you haven't become a cauldron for others to practice martial arts."

The voice of Meng Ran's understatement rings in an instant.

Meng Jing ran, the weakest point in your heart!? What do you mean

Zhou Jing's eyes were obviously a little dodgy. Even if her acting skills were as skillful as her, she could not hide her emotional panic.

Meng ran was playing with the glass goblet in his palm and looked at the beautiful secretary with great interest and said with a smile: "what? Now, don't you want to admit it? "

"Admit what?"

Zhou Jing turned her eyes to one side and did not dare to look at Meng ran.

However, Meng ran sipped the red wine and said to himself:

"Meng has always been curious whether there are some heresy outside the boundaries of Chinese martial arts and techniques. After meeting you this afternoon, I was sure that the original double cultivation of furnace and tripod has not been cut off in China. I don't know, Miss Zhou, what school did you learn from? "

Meng Jingran was smiling at her.

Zhou Jing could not have imagined that since her first meeting with Meng ran this afternoon, she had fallen into Meng Ran's calculation step by step!

"You How do you see that? "

Zhou Jing's red high-heeled shoes were unstable. The whole person sat down on the soft bed, looking at Meng ran with a pale face.

Because she was too nervous, Zhou Jing's palms were already sweating.

It's so terrible. The boy in front of me is really too terrible.

Until just now, Zhou Jing had always thought that she was scheming Meng ran and gradually introduced Meng ran into her own temptation trap.But who knows, but for a moment, the relationship between the hunter and the prey has been completely changed!

"Since you tried to exert your magic power on me this afternoon, you showed a little fluctuation of mental strength, and I noticed that."

Meng ran picked his eyebrows and explained with a smile.

"Damn it! If I'm in such a hurry! I shouldn't have used the magic power when the old guy Yin Ping is present Zhou Jing felt remorse and thought that Yin Ping had told Meng ran.

Then it was a reaction. He raised his head and looked at Meng with an unbelievable trembling voice:

"you Are you really in the realm of God? "

It is impossible for a Chinese martial arts man to cultivate his spiritual power without entering the spiritual realm. Meng ran can feel the fluctuation of his spiritual power. Does that not mean that he has officially entered the list of martial arts myths?

Meng ran neither admitted nor denied, but looked at her with a smile.

Zhou Jing only felt that all her secrets were exposed in the eyes of this teenager. Her delicate body trembled like an electric shock, and she was in a trance like a trance:

"you You're not even 20 years old... "

"Miss Zhou Jing, can you tell Meng where you learned from?" Meng ran picks eyebrow way.

Zhou Jing struggled for a while, and her magic power was cracked by Meng ran. With her little accomplishments in internal skills, she could not even commit suicide in front of this generation of martial arts myths.

After several hesitations, Zhou Jing finally gave up all the resistance. As if she had lost all her strength, she sighed, "are you sure you and I will not be heard by a third person?"

Meng ran nodded, "what I just cast is the magic power of isolating all sounds. No matter what you say now, you can't hear a word outside. "

With Meng Ran's assurance, Zhou Jing could not help but feel relieved and slowly revealed her identity.

"I am Zhou Jing, the third generation disciple of the modern demons. See martial arts myths. " Zhou Jing stood up and saluted Meng ran Yingying.

The voice and expression are the same as the instant change of a person, full of respect and respect from the younger generation to the elder.

"Contemporary magic gate?"

Meng ran rubbed his chin. He was curious about this school.