Chapter 397: : Farewell My Concubine

"No way."
Li Nanfang smiled and shook his head.
His smile is so sincere, his eyes are so clear, and his attitude is so determined - well, don't pretend to be forced.
In fact, this servant is yelling in his heart, yelling at Heilong, your sister, let go of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu wants to talk to this beauty and listen to her sweetly calling her brother!
The ghost woman's two curved willow eyebrows jumped suddenly.
50%!
She has performed 50% of her charm, but she still hasn't moved Li Nanfang.
What is the concept of 50% Meigong?
Since she learned her Mei Gong, when she encountered the need to perform her Mei Gong, only now she has become a heavyweight candidate in the organization to be eligible for her to use 50% of her power.
Is Li Nanfang better than the concentration of those few people?
impossible!
His skill is worse than those of the few people. Just by pulling out a person and tying him with a hand, Li Nanfang can be abused to death.
In front of Mei Gong, a person's determination is deep, which is directly proportional to his strength.
Just like Li Nanfang who is placed in the arena, barely considered a quasi-first-rate master, how can he withstand the offensive of a 50-percent charm?
Don't think that Mei Gong is used as you want.
This thing is a double-edged sword. The key to the physical strength of the person who does the work is the mind and energy, which is very expensive. If one fails, it will be backlashed. If you don’t control the target, you will build yourself. Go in.
There is a saying that the most famous lie is to deceive yourself first.
The same is true for Mei Gong. If you want to fascinate your goal, you must first fascinate yourself and stimulate Mei Gong’s power through fantasy.
"Brother, why don't you follow me?"
The ghost woman's forehead touched Li Nanfang's forehead.
On her pretty little Qiong's nose, thin beads of sweat have already come out, and her heart is beating violently, and the illusion in front of her is getting stronger and stronger.
"No, just no, sister!"
Li Nanfang also looked very painful, almost replied word by word: "Don't ask, why."
The ghost woman's eyes flashed again, and she sighed sadly, holding Li Nanfang's hand with her left hand, slowly sliding to her belt, sticking out the tip of her tongue, licking his lips like a snake, and chuckled: "Brother, you little enemy, you are bullying my sister."
How many eggs do you want?
Who is bullying who, I didn't let you hold my hand and untie your belt.
Li Nanfang opened his mouth to talk, but he just grumbled and swallowed.
The suddenly naked woman stepped back slowly, her head hung slightly, her left knee bent and pressed against her right knee, her whole body trembling slightly.
Is it trembling?
No, it's more like learning a snake who just woke up, yawning and slowly twisting his body, shaking left and right, swinging waves of enchanting.
70%.
The ghost woman performed seven-percent charm.
If Li Nanfang is sober, you can see her face, already beautiful as peach blossoms, her eyes are completely covered by spring water, but she bit her lower lip hard, there are thin bloodshots dripping from the corners of her mouth, in a more charming nasal sound , Mixed with a little painful intolerance.
Seventy percent of the charm is already the last bottom line for the ghost woman not to lose herself.
At this moment, her slight negligence would cause herself to be trapped in an illusion that she could not extricate herself from, being swayed by Mei Gong, and doing things she didn't expect to do.
To put it simply, 70% of the charm is a dangerous tipping point.
Li Nanfang still sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, with a calm expression of death, watching the ghost women dance.
It seems that there is a black line with the thickness and length of chopsticks, swiftly wandering on the perfect body of a ghost woman, is this thing a snake?
Li Nanfang wanted to see clearly, but his eyes were dull, and he couldn't catch up with the black line.
"Brother----follow me----go."
The woman danced lightly, her long flying hair seemed to have been slowed down several times, no longer fluttering in the wind.
"No way, sister."
Li Nanfang smiled and said blankly.
"Why----what?"
"I am very busy."
"Busy—what?"
"A man with aspirations in all directions, how can I be beautiful in a district and give up my ambition to benefit mankind, be scolded by future generations and become a sinner in history?"
Li Nanfang slowly raised his right hand and pointed high at the sky full of stars. He was not moved by beauty and only wanted to benefit mankind's awe-inspiring righteousness, turned into an invisible light, and directed towards the bullfight.
But his smile is ten times more idiotic than an idiot.
His voice, just like coming out of the voice changer, is clear and audible, natural and smooth, but it does not contain any human emotions.
The black dragon hiding in the qi sea of ​​his Dantian, after saving his aging body and allowing him to grow up perfectly, once again displayed its most correct key sexual energy.
Heilong is afraid of ghosts and women, because it is very clear. Once Li Nanfang sinks, it will be the end of the soul flying away. It will never be superborn again forever-extremely fear, so it must stand up so that the host must not commit fatalities. Sexual blunder.
Its magical nature completely influenced Li Nanfang.
Not driving him to kill, but resisting the charm of ghost women.
"Brother----You are so cruel."
The ghost woman bit the tip of her tongue forcefully, and blood suddenly poured out from the corner of her mouth. The pain made her eyes briefly clear. She came over enchantingly, bent her knees and slowly squatted in front of Li Nanfang, and stretched out her hand to untie his belt.
Suddenly, Li Nanfang sang wildly: "I'm standing in the violent wind, wishing that I can't do my heartache! Looking at the sky, the clouds move in all directions. With the sword in my hand, ask who is the hero in the world!"
Sincerely speaking, Tu Honggang’s song "Farewell My Concubine" sings at this moment. It’s too special that it doesn’t fit the current glamorous scene. It’s just because the ghost woman incarnation of a demon has already taken out the green dragon with phosphorous and the soft sound of the throat. Then, slowly opened his mouth.
Mei Gong is already 80%.
Eighty percent, it has made the ghost woman start to lose herself, sinking into the illusion she created.
At this moment, she has turned into a white fox, running under the stars in the northern land, facing the autumn wind of Xiao Sha, looking for her favorite scholar.
After catching up, it was a ruined ancient temple. The incense table had been ignited and held. The bookish-looking white-faced scholar was flipping through the books, shaking his head and chanting in a low voice.
The white fox changed her body and became a maid with a beautiful national appearance. She held a handkerchief in her left hand, half-covered her small mouth, moved the lotus step lightly, and walked in and whispered: "The son?"
The white-faced scholar turned his head, stunned and got up in a hurry, folded his fists with both hands and bent over: "Little lady."
Li Nanfang's singing became a voice-over, and it came from the extremely distant sky: "There are a hundred charms in this world. I love the one that loves you alone----"
The ghost woman closed her eyes and swallowed a ball of fire.
Mei Gong is already 90%.
She completely lost herself, only saw the white fox, flying with the scholars.
Just when the love grew stronger, the scholar was going to Beijing to rush the exam.
He assured her that when he was named on the gold list, he would marry her and be a good husband and wife for a lifetime.
The white fox shed tears and sent away the scholar.
During the big exam, the white fox was in the ruined temple, looking far from the direction of the capital day and night, looking through his eyes, looking forward to the figure of his lover, and his ears echoed his promise to make a lifetime husband and wife with her.
Spring goes and autumn comes, and the title of the gold list has long passed, but the scholar never came back. Instead, a certain scholar who failed the list told her when he passed the ancient temple on the way back home that the scholar had already been named on the gold list and was awarded the top prize by the emperor. Consort.
The palace examination after the title of the Jinbang is the night of the bridal chamber of the scholar and the princess.
Okay, what about Shuangxian Shuangfei?
Say yes, what about the promise of a lifetime husband and wife?
The white fox who has practiced for thousands of years came to the capital.
At this moment, in the magnificent palace, the red candle was weeping tears, and the scholar wearing a red lucky dress opened the princess's red hijab with Yu Ruyi, and saw that also annoying and charming face.
The tears of the red candle flowed more urgently, and the white fox turned into a woman dancing alone in the wilderness in the cold wind, while crying sadly, the scholar was dazzling with the princess in the bridal chamber-Mei Gong, ten percent!
The ghost woman was already sitting on Li Nanfang, the little black snake hovering on her back anxiously, the crimson letter, hissing, trying to awaken the master and woke up from the fantasy realm.
It was already on Li Nanfang, gnawing dozens of bites.
However, there is no use at all.
It dared not hide behind its owner, because just as it tried to get into Li Nanfang’s mouth, trying to bite through his stomach, causing him to pierce his stomach and die, it saw a vicious black dragon with teeth and claws. Tear it to pieces!
Li Nanfang was still singing wildly, mixing with the wailing voices of ghost women, forming a moving ballad that spread far and wide.
Unfortunately, there is only a pair of people in the world within a few kilometers.
The white fox is dead.
The tears were dry, and the heart broke to death.
A wisp of fragrance came to the front of Fengdu City, and the kid who locked it invited her in, waiting for the next life.
She didn't go in, but jumped under the Naihe Bridge, and in the Naihe Pool, she was bitten by countless ghosts and ghosts-just because she didn't forget the scholar, and waited for three thousand years to reconnect with him.
Li Nanfang sang: "Where is the sad place, who is different from other times? How many years of love has been hurriedly ruined. In my heart, you are the heaviest! Sorrow and joy are the same, life and death are the same!"
At the end of the song, the lingering sound is still there, but the world is quiet, including the biting autumn breeze.
The ghost woman like a white fox lowered her head and kissed Li Nanfang's forehead softly, put on her clothes, and walked out of the ancient pavilion flutteringly.
Li Nanfang lay flat on the blue brick bench, sleeping deeply with a smile on his mouth.
In the distant sky to the east, when the white fish's belly slowly floated, a drop of dew rolled from the blade of grass, landed on a beautiful foot, and disappeared in an instant.
The ghost woman stood under the cliff, looking up at the ancient pavilion on the mountain.
She couldn't see Li Nanfang, but she could feel his steady heartbeat, constant breathing, and the man's breath that made her obsessed.
"Brother, why can't you follow me?"
The woman whose clothes were wet with dew, whispered softly, slowly turned around, walked under a clump of leafy trees, and took out her mobile phone.
The signal under the cliff was not very good. After the phone was dialed, the voice of the woman from the opposite side was intermittent, but she could hear clearly: "Sister, what do you call me so early? A concert was just held last night. I only rested in the early morning, very tired."
"Star God."
The sister asked faintly: "Who is it that asked you to dispatch deaths and perform tasks without authorization?"
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