Chapter 233 Unpredictable Witch Heart

The next moment Qin Yi stretched in without saying a word.

Meng Qingying's eyes widened and she was stunned.

Just now, he had a face of refusal, a tone of righteousness, an appearance of an upright gentleman, and even blushed with shame!

I just followed the previous routine, made a gesture and said hello, and wanted to see him continue to be at a loss because it was very interesting. He probably still wanted to pretend to be a gentleman, so he could stand the teasing.

But I never thought that he would actually stick in!

"I'm not a villain who takes advantage of others' dangers, but that doesn't mean I'm really a saint!" Qin Yi gritted his teeth.

Meng Qingying's whole body tensed up, she held her breath, and even her cheeks swelled up. It took a long time before she shrank back, and said stiffly, "You, what are you going to do?"

Qin Yi leaned over and looked her in the eyes: "What do you think I'm going to do?"

Approaching at such a close distance, feeling powerless like a mountain pressing down on top of the mountain, Meng Qingying's eyes suddenly flashed with panic.

This feeling is very strange. In fact, it’s not that I’m too afraid of him doing that. It’s a feeling of powerlessness and fragility. Everything is controlled by others. She can’t resist no matter what the other party wants... This feeling makes her very uncomfortable , will be afraid.

Qin Yi smiled: "Obviously my mana has been sealed, life and death are in my hands, but I always act like a provocateur, implying in every word... Should I know that playing with fire will lead to self-immolation?"

Meng Qingying bit her lower lip, the panic in her eyes gradually disappeared, and turned into winking eyes, she said softly: "Since life and death are in your hands, shouldn't you be more honest in exchange for taking care of me? Forcing you, clearly explaining tremblingly, begging for your understanding."

Qin Yi's eyes moved, and he said in a low voice, "There's no need to do that."

Maybe it wasn't because she was trembling, but she relied on her inexplicable excitement in this direction, and she didn't know whether to persuade Qin Yi or herself.

But it must be admitted that her self-defense still had an effect, at least Qin Yi's initial bad feeling towards her disappeared a lot.

Qin Yi stood up, with a silk scarf in his hand. He put it on the end of his nose and sniffed it lightly, and said with a smile: "What do you think I want to do? Obviously you called me to get things yourself."

After he left, Meng Qingying felt a little "as expected".

After all, he wasn't really that kind of person... Maybe he was just provoked to deliberately show that he was not a saint, "don't mess with me"?

Actually a little childish.

But as soon as he left, the sense of oppression and powerlessness disappeared a lot. Meng Qingying was relieved, and did not continue to hook up with her. Seeing Qin Yi pretending to sniff the silk scarf frivolously, her eyes were a bit complicated, and she sighed softly: "Do you smell something familiar?"

Qin Yi was stunned: "Isn't it your breath."

Meng Qingying smiled, "Are you familiar with my breath now? Overtake Minghe?"

Qin Yi: "..."

Meng Qingying said indifferently: "That is Minghe's scarf."

Qin Yi's eyes widened.

"Minghe fought with the ancient corpse, and was shot down at the gate of the medicine garden behind... I don't know what was going on with you at that time, but you allowed such a powerful magic weapon to be left behind and didn't take it back. Anyway, I picked it up as soon as I entered the door. .”

Qin Yi pursed his lips and looked down at the Dao Scarf. First, the scene of Ming He offering the Dao Scarf and being blown away by the ancient corpse's punch flashed through his mind, and then the image of her lying in his arms with disheveled hair.

There was a tenderness in his eyes.

Meng Qingying looked at it, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, and couldn't help but blurted out: "Is this scarf and handkerchief together, comfortable?"

Qin Yi looked a little embarrassed: "That handkerchief... I don't have any other flying magic weapon, use it first, and return it to you later..."

"You don't have to return it, especially when you have this scarf."

"..."

"This scarf is Tengyun's treasure, it can be used both offensively and defensively, and it's extremely sharp." Meng Qingying curled her lips: "It's especially effective when you break through Tengyun to carry Xiaodan Jie, is it almost the same for your Devil Weeping Jade? "

Qin Yi was a little hesitant. What he wanted was mainly for Liusu's soul, not a magic weapon that would help Tengyun break through. Meng Qingying might have misunderstood it. Of course, this is Minghe's thing, he will definitely take it back, and he will have to return it to Minghe in the future, and it is impossible to refuse.

Seeing his expression, Meng Qingying said indifferently: "There is one more thing that Minghe lost."

Qin Yi immediately remembered the magic weapon of the pagoda, which was also shot down by the ancient corpse.

This thing is also in Meng Qingying's arms... Her apron is embroidered with a interlayer at the heart. The interlayer has its own space, which is the same as the space of the ring, and it will not affect the feeling of wearing the apron on the body. The treasure has some aura that can be protected by the body, which is quite effective.

The effect of this pagoda is to suppress evil, and it can be used to resist demons when breaking through Tengyun. Of course, it is also useful for soul cultivation.

It is very likely that these two items were prepared by Minghe himself to break through Tengyun. In the end, they were all cheaper for Meng Qingying... Otherwise, with her wealth, breaking through Tengyun might not be so easy, so the battle Well, it doesn't matter how much she suffers.

"It's for taking advantage of me, but that's my trophy, and now I'm taking advantage of you." Meng Qingying saw what he meant, and tilted her head: "If you want to touch it, come and touch it. Anyway, it's already been touched by a dog, so it's okay Not bad to touch again."

Qin Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You scolded me again, are you trying to kill yourself again?"

"What's wrong with just scolding you? You just dare to touch it, and dare to do more?"

"What the hell am I..."

This damned woman is soft at times, serious at times, and provocative at times. I don't know how her mood changes...

In fact, the touch is really good... It's just indescribable now.

Qin Yi looked at his palm, while Meng Qingying obviously turned her head away from him, but secretly looked at him from the corner of her eye.

A dialogue is happening in Qin Yi's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Bang Bang, have I become bad, I really want to tell her how to break it."

"Come on! Let her pretend, she can pretend better than me, and she is so awesome after her mana is sealed, I'm pissed."

"It's a mistake to ask you." Qin Yi was angry and funny, but that impulse was suppressed by Tassel's exaggerated and funny dialogue, and he simply reached out into Meng Qingying's arms.

When the palm touches the interlayer, the spiritual consciousness can see what's inside.

Time stood still for a moment.

No one knows whether this is to take the pagoda, or simply to reach out.

Meng Qingying slowly raised her hand, pressed it on the back of his hand, and said in a low voice: "If you want to take away this pagoda, you can give me another thing in exchange, or I will be at a loss."

Qin Yi didn't answer for a while.

Meng Qingying continued: "Of course, even my people are thinking about you at this moment... Let alone taking away the pagoda, I can't do anything even if I want my people... It depends on whether the Qin Yi I know is still the same one... Gentleman."

Qin Yi could only ask, "What do you want?"

"You got the lingering bell from Dahuanxi Temple, give it to me."

It turned out to be this one. Qin Yi didn't want that clock at all, so he took it out without saying a word, and put it beside Meng Qingying.

When the bell was not cast, it looked like a small bronze bell the size of a palm, and Meng Qingying casually held it in her hand and looked it up and down.

Qin Yi's hand hadn't been withdrawn yet, but she didn't say anything.