Tang Ning's eyes opened slightly, looking at the endless spring light in front of him, and couldn't help but say, "Donor, you have such a good figure." Even though she is both a woman, she had to admit that this woman's figure is really the best.

Comparing her with her is the green plum that has not yet grown and the ripe peaches...

Hearing the little monk's words, the woman paused her hand, looked at him with charming eyes, and leaned forward: "Then do you want to touch it? Our people from Hehuan Sect are bathing in cow milk. The skin is as smooth as grease. If you don't believe it, you can touch it."

While speaking, she gently pulled the slightly stunned little monk's hand and pressed it against her chest, smiling charmingly: "Soft...well!" Before she finished speaking, she froze, her eyes shrank, staring at the little monk who raised a smile in front of her.

"Soft is quite soft and elastic, but I don't like you!"

Tang Ning grinned, looked at the woman who was frozen and unable to move, and immediately took out the old monk's immortal binding rope from the Changzhu space to tie her up, and then reached out to pull out the silver needle that pierced her acupoint.

The woman stared at the little monk who seemed to have changed his own face, and her murderous intent suddenly arose. She was originally a foundation-building cultivation, and the strength she showed on the little monk was only the fifth level of Qi refining. She didn't take such a little monk seriously at all, but unexpectedly, a carelessness actually happened.

Her charming skills have reached the fifth level. Not to mention a little monk, even a golden elixir monk is probably difficult to resist. But, just like nothing, this little monk is not confused at all. Instead, he takes the opportunity to confuse her and tie her up with a rope to tie her up.

"Are you a monk from the land of immortals?" She stared at the little monk and asked. Seeing that he didn't answer, she just stared at her with a strange and inexplicable look. Her heart was slightly scared, and her whole expression changed.

"My little master, I don't know Mount Tai. Please let me go! Master..." Her charming voice elongated, and her voice seemed to have a seductive magic sound at this moment, and her bound body twisted gently.

If it were a man, it would probably be what she wanted. Unfortunately, she met Tang Ning.

"I heard it and I got goose bumps. It would be better if you shut up." Tang Ning rubbed his arms, and a silver needle sealed her mute hole.

The woman froze and was a little disbelief. She activated the Meigong of ten successful powers to charm the little monk. He could even give her another needle? How could this be possible!

"Your hair is well maintained." Tang Ning said with a smile, his eyes falling on her waist-length hair.

The woman's eyes shrank, and she watched her take out a razor and gestured on her head. She was so shocked that she immediately pronounced with her spiritual sense: "What do you want to do!"

"Shad your head! Can't you see such an obvious thing?" Tang Ning said slowly, and the razor in his hand fell down, and a strand of hair was peeled off by her.

"Ah! Stop! Stop!" How could the woman in Hehuan Sect be able to endure losing her hair? However, the next moment, she was knocked unconscious by the other party's impatient hand knife.

"It's so noisy."
Chapter completed!