My Simping System Chapter 33: The trap of the son of luck

　　 waning moon.

　　 The night wind howls.

　　A young man dressed in black, flexibly shuttled through the Chen family compound.

　　He passed by the guards of the Chen family, but the other party couldn't notice the young man's breath at all.

　　 This is the concealment technique that Chen Lao is proud of.

　　 can not only hide the figure and face, but even eliminate the breath, so that no one will notice.

　　"Little Chenzi, stop here."

　　 Chen Lao's voice sounded in Chen Che's heart.

　　The latter frowned, preparing to move closer to the last room in the depths.

　　 was stunned by the rebuke in the divine consciousness.

　　 "You are not allowed to go any further." Chen Lao said sharply.

　　 "Master... is still far away."

　　 Chen Che stopped, hesitated a little, and finally found a hiding place to hide.

　　 heard Chen Lao said seriously: "That room, I think it is the guest room of Zhongzhou Shengzi."

　　 "But the strange thing is that the teacher can always feel a terrible pressure. It only appears for a moment, but it quickly disappears."

　　 Chen Che frowned, and said in doubt: "Pressure...?"

　　 Chen Chen has a mysterious background. Although Chen Che does not know his background, he also knows its depth.

　　 Beisheng, who is huge, doesn't pay attention to the old Chen, and is extremely arrogant and domineering.

　　Right now in Beisheng, he is obviously a little panicked.

　　 "Are you even afraid of you, Master?" Chen Che asked again.

　　 Chen Lao thought for a while.

　　Before he fell asleep, he still didn't put the desolate place like Beisheng in his eyes.

　　 Even in Zhongzhou on the mainland, he has a place.

　　 But in the past, the old man was always leisurely and calm, but he also cautiously said: "Wait, wait..."

　　 "That is the guest room of the Zhongzhou Shengzi. According to reason, nothing unexpected should happen."

　　 "In short, if you are not at ease, just stay here, but you must not act rashly."

　　 Chen Che listened quietly, without speaking.

　　 He stared at the guest room far away, so nervous that he even held his breath.

　　……

　　In the house.

　　 Mu Qingxue changed into a single tulle dress, his brows were calm.

　　 "Remember all the punishments for me..."

　　 "Shengzi, he doesn't know whether he should be stupid or unrequited love."

　　 "However, if you can rebel against him, with the treasures in the temple treasury, everything will be much simpler."

　　 She let out a long sigh of relief.

　　The situation right now is extremely dangerous, and she can't help but think of Chen Che again in her mind.

　　 Although I warned Chen Che not to follow.

　　 But Mu Qingxue was not sure whether the passionate and reckless teenager would listen to the advice.

　　 If you accidentally annoy the empress, nothing can be said at that time.

　　 "I thought that the price of gaining the trust of the Son was severe punishment by the Empress. I didn't expect that she didn't bother to care about it anymore. Maybe it was disappointment, or maybe the Son had already convinced her."

　　"Or, is there any other reason for this?"

　　 Mu Qingxue hesitated a bit.

　　 Then she laughed at herself and shook her head, denying several inner guesses.

　　With the identity and strength of the Temple Empress, she can do whatever she wants. No one can stop her, and she doesn't need to make any plans.

　　 "It's fine."

　　 sighed slightly, she opened the door curtain and went to the living room inside the house.

　　 is still a weird and coquettish sight.

　　 The room is still pitch black.

　　 There are only cold moonlight and a few faint candles.

　　The slender fingers of the Empress of the Temple were gently pinching Ye An's chin.

　　 Mu Qingxue's appearance immediately attracted the attention of the two.

　　 "Huh...?"

　　 Mu Qingxue frowned slightly.

　　 She always feels that the Empress and the Son seem to be too close?

　　 "Is it washed, today is much faster than usual."

　　 saw the female emperor let go, her voice lazily: "Just here to expel the cold, it's 17th, if you delay any longer, it will only affect the spiritual veins."

　　 "Yes."

　　 Mu Qingxue nodded slightly.

　　 then turned around, taking off his thin clothes.

　　 At that time, Ye An turned around wittily, and his eyes fell on the moonlight scenery outside the window.

　　The welfare plot of the Twilight Saintess is far inferior to that of the Empress’s prayer.

　　 Ye'an can't be excited either.

　　 At this moment, it's just a game to trap the son of luck.

　　 Although he has forgotten the specific plot of the novel in his memory, he still knows the rules of routines.

　　The woman who dares to be the son of luck...will definitely die.

　　 But if the son of luck is still extremely weak at this time, and the opponent is the leader of the big villain in the later period, what will happen?

　　 Ye waited quietly, secretly prepared.

　　"The cold air has penetrated into the spiritual veins, and the skin has condensed into frost..."

　　 Qixi chuckled and said: "Little girl, you can bear it."

　　 Mu Qingxue turned her back to Qixi.

　　 On her back, a large area of ​​frost condenses.

　　 The mottled spiritual veins hidden under the skin are also full of cold air.

　　 "Sorry, Your Majesty." Mu Qingxue was expressionless.

　　 "Sorry? Who do you apologize to?"

　　 Qixi said coldly: "If you later, if you use the aura at will, it will leave irreversible serious injuries."

　　 "Be careful next time."

　　 Mu Qingxue nodded gently, and responded: "Yes."

　　 "Get ready," Qi Xi said softly.

　　 finished speaking.

　　 praying for Xi's heart to move, a golden glow of fireworks rises from the palm of his hand.

　　 Before expelling the chill, she turned her head and glanced at Ye An. The latter is still watching the moon, and seems to have no idea of ​​peeping~IndoMTL.com~ She is relieved immediately.

　　 Then, he shot the golden fireworks in his hand into Mu Qingxue's body.

　　 This alone is not enough.

　　 still need to continue to use the divine power to expel the endless excess cold.

　　 "Uh, uh..."

　　 "Hmm..."

　　 "Hmm!!"

　　 Mu Qingxue's eyes closed tightly, and a rosy rose on her profile.

　　 A little sweat oozes from her forehead, and mists of mist rise up on her body.

　　 These are the chills that have accumulated in her body.

　　Only the pure yang breath condensed by divine art can be temporarily expelled, but it cannot be completely cured.

　　 After all, if you want to cure her, it's almost equivalent to obliterating her spiritual veins. How is that different from death.

　　 "How do you feel? Do you need to exert more effort."

　　 Qixi said softly: "The cold air has accumulated too deep, and it may have spread to the depths of the flesh and bones, and it will be a little painful."

　　 Mu Qingxue bit her lip tightly, humming from time to time, and said: "Also, or lighter..."

　　 "Hmm!!!"

　　 She couldn't help screaming.

　　 Qixi sighed: "Okay, then lighten up and take your time."

　　In the process of expelling the cold, Mu Qingxue's cry...

　　 is really scary.

　　 is always reminiscent of a bad scene.

　　 When he was in the Temple of Zhongzhou before, as the person closest to the empress of the temple, Ye An had some impression of expelling the chill.

　　 "I wonder if the son of luck will follow."

　　"If he followed, he probably mistakenly thought that something indescribable would happen..."

　　 Ye An pinched his chin and murmured: "I don't know whether the templates and laws of those novel routines are applicable."

　　 "Forget it, it's all ready, give it a try."