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Chapter five hundred and forty-ninth poor Yan Linger(2/2)

A touch of spiritual consciousness separated and rushed towards Najie in an instant.

However, at the moment when the spiritual consciousness poured into the body, Yan Ling'er's face suddenly turned red. Like a conditioned reflex, the spiritual consciousness was decisively withdrawn, and a sense of pain came from the body again.

"Huh? Yan Linger, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"Is there something wrong with Emperor Xinlian?"

Xuan Qingyi looked at Yan Ling'er, whose expression suddenly changed. She was worried and asked immediately.

"No...nothing, nothing!"

"She...she's fine."

Yan Ling'er stammered intermittently.

At this moment, his cheeks were as red as blood.

Seeing this, Xuan Qingyi frowned slightly. For some reason, although Yan Ling'er in front of him looked like a child who had done something wrong, his expression also seemed like he had done something shameful.

As everyone knows, at this moment, Yan Ling'er's heart has already jumped into her throat, her body's meridians are extremely hot, and her soul in the sea of ​​consciousness is already in a panic and she doesn't know what to do.

Just now, Yan Ling'er's spiritual consciousness merged into the ring, and in the center of the ring, a stunning beauty was staring at him. However, there was no silk on the body of this beautiful woman. Although the scenery was infinite, but

He has learned the lesson of Xuan Qingyi just now.

Yan Linger didn't hesitate at all, turned around and ran out.

The same is true, and only then did we have the current picture.

The two were speechless, and when their eyes met, Yan Ling'er's body was so hot that without any hesitation, Yan Ling'er ran to the bathroom and took a cold shower to keep herself awake.
Chapter completed!
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