Zhao Fan took Yang Yaqi's underwear, brought it up to his nose and took a sharp sniff. The aroma contained an evil aura that made him very uncomfortable. As he had guessed in advance, most of the devil's evil power was concentrated on her.
clothes to absorb the negative energy from her body.
This scene, in Sister Lan's eyes, became a different scene. She couldn't help but shudder. Fetish?
When Yang Yaqi in the room heard that there was no movement, he squinted his eyes curiously. He happened to see Zhao Fan smelling his two shameful clothes, and his face suddenly turned as red as a persimmon, which he had just taken off.
, her body fragrance still remained on it...but the young master held it in his hand and smelled it.
At this moment, Yang Yaqi wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
Zhao Fan's heart moved and he sensed that the atmosphere had fallen into a strange silence. He looked away from the things in his hands and noticed Sister Lan and Li Bian watching quietly. He secretly thought that he was just studying the evil spirit of the kid, and his image was completely ruined.
.
Therefore, Zhao Fan kept a calm expression and said seriously: "Don't get me wrong, I'm trying to identify the devil's evil aura and judge its strength so that I can be more prepared when I close the door and beat the dog in the second step."
"Master, I believe in you." Sister Lan kept her face straight and did not smile, but she said in her heart that only if you believe in you will you become a ghost!
Yang Yaqi's eyes collided with the young master's. The other's eyes were as clear as water and had no meaning of obscenity and blasphemy, which made her believe him.
Yang Yaqi closed her eyes tightly again. The whole world seemed to be filled with the sound of her heart beating wildly. It was about to jump out of her chest. But this was the first time that she was naked in front of the opposite sex. Although she was wrapped in a quilt, the other party was
Knowing that she was not wearing anything, not only that, but also doing that to her underwear...
Shameful rhythm!
Zhao Fan picked up Yang Yaqi's beautiful coat and pants from the ground, wrapped her underwear, picked up a takeaway bag and hung it on the wall. As for the pair of high-heeled sandals, they were normal, so there was no need to worry about them.
At this time, he turned his head and said: "Sister Lan, follow me into Yaqi's room and help hold her down."
"Okay." Sister Lan happily followed Zhao Fan. After entering, she pressed Yang Yaqi's shoulders with both hands.
"That's not how you press it." Zhao Fan corrected her: "Go up and press her forehead with one hand, press her chest and abdomen with your knees, and cover her mouth with the other hand."
"Ah?" Sister Lan was confused.
Yang Yaqi also kept feeling confused. This was too rude!
But soon, they came to know the master’s good intentions...
Zhao Fan waited for Sister Lan to go up and compact it, then started from his feet through the quilt, pinching Yang Yaqi inch by inch.
Every time she pinched her, she jerked away. She wanted to shout loudly, but because she was covered, she could only make a "wuwu" sound. It hurt... it really hurt!
If Sister Lan hadn't been stronger than Yang Yaqi, she would have been overturned long ago.
Zhao Fan ignored the painful Yang Yaqi and continued to push upward...
Yang Yaqi endured the agony for nearly twenty minutes. Except for the places where Sister Lan pressed her and the sensitive parts, almost all of her body was pinched by Zhao Fan. This process was as painful as having her flesh stabbed with a knife!
She was in so much pain that tears dripped from the corners of her eyes and wet most of the pillow!
"Okay." Zhao Fan finished squeezing the sides of his neck for the last time, and then removed his hands. His eyes were as calm as ever, and he greatly praised the miserable Yang Yaqi in his heart. What a strange woman, this kind of pain came to her.
Can survive successfully.
After Sister Lan came down, Yang Yaqi opened her lips and breathed heavily. Tears and sweat were mixed on her face. It felt like going to hell. Is childbirth so painful?
However, after being pinched all over her body, and as the young master lowered his hand, her body suddenly felt a hearty and refreshing feeling, which she had never experienced before!
After a few seconds, I heard Zhao Fan say: "Yaqi, I have pinched all the muscles and veins in your body out of place. Now, the little devil hanging in your name will think that you are in a state of death.
It will be carried by the mastermind at dawn, so I will stay with you tonight."
"Hmm..." Yang Yaqi responded softly. His whole body did seem to be paralyzed, but the feeling of comfort continued, so he weakly asked: "Master, the muscles and veins in my whole body are misaligned, but why do I feel so comfortable?"
"Because, while I was dislocating the tendons, I also cured your past hidden injuries." Zhao Fan shook his head and sighed: "Otherwise, you will definitely die after the dislocation of the tendons. Alas, Yaqi, please be more careful when filming in the future.
Son, if you are sick or injured, no matter how big or small, remember to recover well before working. The more hidden injuries accumulated in the body, the quantitative will turn into qualitative changes, leading to sudden death."
Yang Yaqi was shocked. She had been filming with injuries that did not affect her normal activities. She didn't expect it would be so terrible, so she expressed gratitude from the bottom of her heart: "Thank you."
Sister Lan also nodded seriously, "I will help Yaqi pay attention. By the way, Master, what is your name?"
"My surname is Zhao." Zhao Fan felt that there was no need to say his full name when they met by chance.
"Then I'll call you Master Zhao." After Sister Lan finished speaking, she looked like she was hesitating to speak.
Zhao Fan saw her thoughts and said: "Let's go out and solve your problems now. As for Yaqi, just let her rest alone in the room. In addition, before that, you first go to another room to unwrap a quilt.
Mian Mian, I’m going to take Yaqi’s clothes and make her a substitute, and use this to catch the little devil.”
"OK."
Sister Lan did what he wanted.
While talking, Yang Yaqi fell into a deep sleep, as if he had passed out without consciousness.
After Zhao Fan reached out and pulled out a piece of her hair, he acted like a gentleman and helped her pull up the quilt, covering the exposed half of her shoulders tightly, then closed the door and went to the living room.
Leaning on the sofa.
Soon after, Sister Lan unpacked a pile of cotton and brought it over.
While Zhao Fan was busy being Yang Yaqi's stand-in, the former made him three glasses of lemon juice and said: "Master Zhao, please enjoy."
"Thank you."
Zhao Fan rested for a while, drank one of the glasses, and then continued working on his handiwork. It took about forty minutes before a stand-in wearing Yang Yaqi's clothes came out.
It is worth mentioning that it looks extremely fake. It doesn’t even have a face, and its head is bald.
Sister Lan couldn't bear to look at her and asked: "Can this... really deceive the kid?"
"The kid is stupid. He has no IQ and can only identify it by its evil aura. The remaining evil aura on Yaqi's body was covered by me." Zhao Fan carried Yang Yaqi's stand-in to another room, then turned back and said:
"Sister Lan, turn around first."
Sister Lan has no objection.
Zhao Fan turned his palm, took the Zhuxie pen and the authentic yellow paper from the Jialan Sumeru jade, cut out a large piece, and said, "You can turn it around now, give me your hand."
Then, he grabbed the opponent's wrist, pricked his fingertips with the Zhuxie pen, and dipped the blood in the yellow paper to draw a Yang symbol that could break the Yin seal.
Done in one go.
As soon as Zhao Fan's eyes were focused, he suddenly raised his pen and put it aside. Then he folded the yellow paper into a triangle, picked up the empty water glass, and snapped his fingers, and the Yang Talisman ignited with fire.
Then throw it into the cup.
Sister Lan was shocked by what she saw. She took a breath and said, "Master Zhao, you...are you really not a god descending to earth?"
"no."
Zhao Fan closed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "I am just a speck of dust in the vast sea of people."
A speck of dust…
Sister Lan's whole body was shocked. When these simple words came out of the other party's mouth, they had an extremely indifferent but deadly momentum. When they fell into her ears, they were like pouring a bucket of cold spring water on a hot summer day!
Zhao Fan didn't know what Sister Lan was thinking, so he just said it casually. When the Yang Talisman in the cup burned to ashes, he handed it to her and said, "Fill it with boiling water and drink it all in one gulp."
"boiling water?"
Sister Lan said fearfully: "Would that burn my mouth and throat..."
"No, the fuli will be wrapped in the temperature of the water to break open the Yin seal." Zhao Fan's eyes showed encouragement.
Sister Lan decided to risk it all. She came to the water dispenser, put a towel on her cup and filled the cup with boiling water. The talisman inside seemed to have completely melted, turning the water into gray. She raised her neck and poured it into her mouth.
When I entered my mouth, I didn’t feel hot at all!
After a few seconds, the water glass reached the bottom. Sister Lan didn't feel anything at first. After a minute, she suddenly felt a strange heat shock in her lower body. She subconsciously stretched out her hand to cover it and said at the same time, "Master Zhao, excuse me, I...I
like……"
"What does it look like?" Zhao Fan tilted his head and asked.
"Um..." Sister Lan was so embarrassed that she stamped her feet anxiously and said, "I think I'm going to pee my pants!"