In the eyes of everyone, a delicate figure pushed open the glass door and walked into the bar. In an instant, in addition to a strong aroma of wine, the air also vaguely exuded a fatal attraction, grabbing the nerves of everyone present.

Under the warm light, a female swordsman wearing a silver-white fine spun cotton-linen leather armor and a seductive green-red sword walked slowly, like a willow in the wind, her face was seductive, her ice-skinned skin was as smooth as jade, and her skin was as smooth as milk, and her tight gauze was tied with silk laces, which highlighted her towering sexy breasts, exquisite and convex, loose cuffs, revealing two tender lotus-like arms, and the slanted collar could not hide a slight exposure of the undulating peaks and red plums, with crystal clear watery jade, and a graceful and tall body.

It is full of youthful atmosphere, which reveals the unique purity and flawlessness of the beauty, and hides the charm and sexy two jade legs. The jade pillar wrapped in flesh-colored stockings shows beautiful curves from bottom to top, straight, snow-white and round, slender and delicate legs are truly smooth, with beautiful curves. The round and high buttocks are gently covered by a white short skirt, the plump and beautiful ankles and delicate toes appear hazy under the crystal silk. Every pink cardamom is delicate and seductive, making people unable to help but want to play with and kiss.

It was not until the woman approached the bar that people could see that her picture taught men to love, the jealous kissing face of the woman, and the frowning and smile were enough to stir up the heart fire in the chest of every man on the scene. The beauty was filled with a quiet and elegant temperament, as if the goddess Venus came out of ancient Greek mythology, with a solid fat like snow and a graceful figure. Her bright and unintentional appearance could make any man impressed under her pomegranate skirt.

But this pretty face was always as cold as the ice of the North Pole. The curved and thick long eyebrows covered the mist-filled autumn eyes. The completely bare face was more dazzling than any makeup applied. The light swept the eyebrows but were more perfect than any modification. The cherry lips like diamonds under the tall and elegant nose were plump and delicate. The deepest night-like long black hair was like a black cloud blown by the wind, scattered casually on her round and smooth shoulders, hanging between her sexy collarbone, with a few strands of snow-white cheeks, like the gentle willow branches hanging down the lake. There was an indescribable beauty.

The beauty is inexhaustible, but it is as cold as a fairy stepping into the world, making people feel inviolable holiness.

There is such a cold and beautiful woman!

And this beauty actually sat in the seat next to Ye Feng.

"Are you here to buy the leaves?" Seeing Ye Feng the only weapon, the female swordsman opened her red lips lightly and exuded an orchid-like fragrance, but her voice was as cold as the cold snow in the North Pole, and she looked at Ye Feng's outfit with expressionless expression.

"Yes, 8." Ye Feng raised his head. This was not the first time Ye Feng had the idea of ​​speaking, but in the end he could only send messages through a secret chat.

But after seeing Ye Feng's face hidden behind his hair, the female swordsman's eyes changed. An indescribable look appeared at the moment when it touched Ye Feng's cheeks. It was a little sad and resentful, which was an indescribable feeling.

"What's your last name? In reality." The beauty pursed her lips.

"Ye." Ye Feng, who was a little hesitant and had no doubt his mind was not very useful, felt that it seemed to be harmful and reported his surname.

The female swordsman seemed to accidentally lift a corner of Pastor Ye Feng's robe, revealing Ye Feng's right wrist.

Ye Feng's right hand was very ugly. There were several dark red marks on the inside of his wrist, and there were small fine holes on the corners, like a few hideous centipedes, which were obviously the remains of the crappy stitches.

Ye Feng was confused by the female swordsman's movements and did not realize that his wrists even had such rich content.

"Give it to you." The female swordsman suddenly took out a small package from the bag space, which obviously contained leaves. She did not choose to trade, but handed it to Ye Feng directly.

"I'm not short of money, and you're not the person named Lin who hates Ye Feng's somewhat puzzled face." Seeing Ye Feng's somewhat puzzled face, the female swordsman changed her posture and still had a cold expression, but her slender legs slightly closed and overlapped, revealing a hint of tension in her heart. The exposed part between the stockings and the short skirt showed a piece of snow-white and greasy pink legs, which faintly shine.

Ye Feng is crazy. Since he was hit, few people or things have made Ye Feng obsessed with this. This is by no means what Ye Feng should be.

But Ye Feng suddenly felt that he seemed familiar with the beauty in front of him. Even the pink and jade-carved ice and snowy skin, and the slender and greasy legs seemed to make him feel very familiar. The familiar luster should be the same familiar soft touch, the intoxicating elegant fragrance, as clean and tender as water, right?

Ye Feng was obsessed with the cold beauty in front of him, but she brought her a kind feeling of affection. Suddenly, Ye Feng felt a strange feeling in her eyes, which was sadness and... hatred!

Hate!

A hormone of doubt passed through Ye Feng's mind, but this strange emotion brought a counter-effect, and the impact she had on her was inverse! The obstacles to thinking could no longer be thought about.

Cruel.

The clear water mist of the cold and beautiful woman's eyes drifted across the hazy mist, and the strange feeling just now disappeared, and instead a kind of uneasiness filled the surroundings.

Subconsciously changing his legs and adjusting his posture, but he didn't notice that the crystal's toes rubbed against Ye Feng's robe. The rough fabric was swept by the delicate toes, just like a beautiful woman's unstable mentality. The person in front of him, the person who made him miss him.

"Thank you, I'm leaving." Ye Feng suddenly stood up.

"Don't leave!" The cold and beautiful beauty immediately screamed, unable to even control her tone. A slender hand quickly grabbed Ye Feng's sleeve, as if she was afraid that the other party would disappear forever, and she did not notice that Ye Feng's fingers even touched his jade legs sitting on the chair.

A beautiful feeling that was unique between heaven and earth instantly passed through Ye Feng's fingers. The skin was as tender as water, and as smooth as the most beautiful new leaf. Even the purest jade, compared with the touch of these legs, became rough and unacceptable. The smoothest milk in the world could not match its sweetness. Even the softest silk satin could not match its holy luster.

Ye Feng frowned.

This feeling made Ye Feng feel an unexpected sense of repulsion, as if every cell in his body was desperately warning himself not to touch her and stay away from her.
Chapter completed!