Chapter 907 Brother, You Smell so Good!

Hearing Wen Qinlin's deliberately soft voice, Lin Fengmian woke up from a dream.

This shouldn't be Brother Wen, right?

Brother Wen would not speak in such a coquettish voice!

He smiled slightly and said: "What does this fairy do for you?"

Wen Qinlin frowned and said, "Young Master, I'm about to get out of the bath. Please stay out of my way."

Lin Fengmian leaned against the tree by the lake with interest and looked at her with a smile, showing no intention of avoiding her.

"Fairy, you can come out of the bath, but I will keep watch for you. I won't let the prodigal disturb the fairy."

Wen Qinlin looked at this prodigal son who had no self-awareness and was still looking around unscrupulously, and was very angry at him.

This bastard is definitely not Brother Lin!

She slapped the water, causing a spray of water to block Lin Fengmian's sight. Then she quickly flew up from the water and wrapped her shawl around her body.

Although Lin Fengmian couldn't catch a glimpse of her, the mutton-fat white jade that looked like a ridge from side to side and swayed with her movements had already settled on the other person's daughter.

The woman in front of her was tall, wearing an extremely revealing dress, with a slender waist and plump hips, slender branches bearing fruit, and an extremely hot figure.

On her stunningly beautiful face, her brows were slightly furrowed like distant mountains, and her cold eyes showed a hint of displeasure.

Lin Fengmian looked at the heroic spirit in her eyebrows that she tried her best to conceal but could not hide, and she had already come to a conclusion in her heart.

The woman in front of him who looks exactly like Brother Wen, even if she is not Brother Wen, must be related to him.

Hey, Brother Wen, why don’t you have any sisters in your family as promised?

I treat you as a brother, but you treat me as an outsider!

Wen Qinlin didn't know his random thoughts, her whole body was steaming with moisture, and she barely blocked the spring light with her gauze-like shawl.

She whispered as softly as possible: "If nothing happens, young master, I will leave first, little lady."

Seeing that she was about to leave, Lin Fengmian shouted in a deep voice: "Stop!"

Wen Qinlin clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and smiled when she looked back.

"Master, is there anything else you can do?"

Lin Fengmian strolled forward and looked around Wen Qinlin with great interest.

He also took a special look at her swan-like jade neck to confirm that there was indeed no Adam's apple on it.

"It's really weird for the fairy to appear in this fairy lake in the middle of the night. Is the fairy really a disciple of the Hehuan Sect?"

Wen Qinlin said calmly: "I have always liked peace and quiet, and have always had the habit of coming here to bathe at night."

Lin Fengmian looked at the clothes pointing at her and said with a smile: "Since you are taking a bath, why are you wearing clothes?"

Wen Qinlin responded fluently: "The junior sisters said that there are distinguished guests from the sect, so I took a bath with my clothes on."

"Facts have proved that my decision was correct. Is there anyone who says you can't bathe with clothes on?"

Lin Fengmian was speechless. Wen Qinlin turned back and said, "May I ask who the young master is?"

Lin Fengmian took out the token and said with an arrogant expression: "The thirteenth prince of Tianze Dynasty, Jun Wuxie!"

He looked at Wen Qinlin playfully and said with a smile: "May I ask the fairy's name? Do you have a disciple token?"

Wen Qinlin simply took out Wang Yanran's identity token and handed it over. Feng Qingyun said calmly: "I am Wang Yanran of Hongluan Peak, and this is my disciple token."

She looked at Lin Fengmian without blinking, because she took out Wang Yanran's identity token mainly to test Lin Fengmian's identity.

If he is really Brother Lin, he should realize his identity when he hears this name.

If he wasn't Brother Lin, Jun Wuxie wouldn't know Wang Yanran, and he could have gotten away with it.

When Lin Fengmian heard Wang Yanran's name, he knew it in his heart, but Feng Qingyundan took the token and played with it in his hand.

"Hongluan Peak, Wang Yanran!"

Wen Qinlin couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when she saw that his expression was as usual, but she still nodded.

Lin Fengmian threw the token back carelessly and said with a smile: "It seems that I have misunderstood the fairy."

Wen Qinlin didn't want to get entangled with him, and said calmly: "If your Highness has nothing to do, I have something to do, so I will take my leave first."

But as the two passed each other, Lin Fengmian put his hand on her shoulder.

Wen Qinlin subconsciously twisted her body to get out of his hands, but the shawl she was wearing was torn off by him, as well as her shoulder straps.

Most of the murder weapon slipped out of her clothes, and it was so white and frightening that even the well-informed Lin Fengmian was frightened.

The murderous weapon is so powerful!

Wen Qinlin quickly pulled back the shoulder strap, secretly cursing why the Hehuan Sect's clothes were so revealing.

She suppressed her anger, glared at Lin Fengmian, and said with murderous intent: "What do you mean by this, Your Highness?"

Lin Fengmian held the gauze in his hand and said with a chuckle: "Since the fairy is a member of the Hehuan Sect, are you interested in going to Yunyu with me?"

Wen Qinlin was so angry that she wanted to send him away to Jiuxiaoyunwai, and she was even more sure that this prodigal son was not Lin Fengmian.

She gritted her teeth and said, "No!"

If this prodigal son says one more word, I'll just beat him to death!

But Lin Fengmian didn't give him any chance and waved his hand in a dazed manner.

"Forget it, fairy, please do as you please. It's late at night and the dew is heavy. Fairy, please rest early and don't catch a cold."

Even so, he had no intention of returning the veil in his hand.

Lin Fengmian didn't say it was okay, but when he mentioned Wen Qinlin, he felt a chill all over his body, but there was a fire in his heart.

Thanks to this bastard, her already poor clothes were even worse, and now she was really half-dressed.

Wen Qinlin was so angry that she turned around and left without saying a word. She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would be tempted to beat this guy to death.

Lin Fengmian couldn't help laughing as he watched Wen Qinlin leave in a huff.

This temper is really similar to Brother Wen. He is obviously very angry, but he still has to consider the overall situation.

It seems that it is Brother Wen, but has he gone to some magical country?

Why did he become a woman when he came back?

Or is this actually Brother Wen's sister?

Lin Fengmian is not sure if the woman in front of him is the Wen Qinlin he knows.

Or is this fake and lifelike female body just a high-level illusion?

But as smart as Lin Fengmian is, he naturally has a way to judge whether Wen Qinlin is a woman.

There is no need to know everything and avoid welcoming men. He only needs to smell the fragrance to recognize women.

So Wen Qinlin, who walked a long way away but couldn't help looking back, saw this scene.

The playboy took his shawl and sniffed it lightly. His eyes narrowed slightly, with a smile on his lips, and he looked intoxicated.

Wen Qinlin clenched his fists, left quickly without looking back, and kept reminding himself that a little impatience will ruin a big plan.

Now the timing is not right, if you really do it, you will alert the enemy.

Moreover, the other party has a special identity, and if you really do anything to him, it will only bring trouble to the Hehuan Sect.

I promised Wang Yanran that I came to save people and cannot cause trouble to the Hehuan Sect.

For Brother Lin! I will endure it!

But I am still angry!!!

Lin Fengmian, who was smelling the scent to identify people, froze and felt a little embarrassed.

Although he had smelled a familiar smell, he still believed that everyone has his own specialty.

He handed the gauze in his hand to the wall grass and whispered: "Remember this smell!"

The wall grass smelled it, and then howled at Lin Fengmian, indicating that he remembered it.

Lin Fengmian was thoughtful and took out a green bellyband from the storage ring and handed it to it.

"Do the two smell the same?"

If this woman is Brother Wen, then the bellyband he picked up on the spaceship before is likely to be Brother Wen's own.

The wall grass was a little confused, why is there another bellyband?

But it still sniffed carefully and nodded at Lin Fengmian.

Lin Fengmian showed a look of understanding, picked up the bellyband and sniffed it lightly, with a wicked smile on his lips.

Brother Wen, it's you, long time no see!

And, brother, you smell so good!

He used the Evil Emperor Technique to hide his breath and followed quietly.

Brother Wen, don't blame me for using you!

When the time is right, I will explain everything to you.

Before that, please help me get rid of the big trouble!