"You can't defeat the mystery that is superior to the way of heaven."
She hesitated to speak, turned around and looked behind her and said, "My master asked you to come over. He has something to say to you."
Unable to refuse, she grabbed Suning's shoulder and flew over it.
Outside and inside the defensive formation, Wenren Siyu, who was sitting cross-legged, changed his childish appearance of a five or six-year-old child.
She changed and became an incredibly beautiful woman.
Elegant and exquisite, as divine as autumn water.
She is wrapped in a pale pink dress and covered with a white gauze gown, revealing her graceful neck and clearly visible collarbones.
The pleats of the skirt flowed like snow and moonlight and poured onto the ground, extending more than three feet, making her look even more graceful and soft.
Three thousand black hair is tied up with a purple-red hairband, and a lifelike golden butterfly hairpin is inserted sideways.
A strand of green silk hangs down from the undulating chest, sinking deep into the fascinating ravine, making people unable to take their eyes away for a long time.
No makeup was applied, but the skin was smooth and flawless.
Suning asked herself that she had never seen such a perfect woman, both her face and figure were impeccable.
Different from Qiao Wantang's innate enchantment, the charm blooming in every gesture.
It's also different from the coldness radiating from Lingxi's bones, the indifference that doesn't allow strangers to approach him.
At this time, Wenren Siyu, the Wenren Siyu in front of her, was a combination of charm and loneliness.
Even though she had a faint smile on her lips and gave people the warmth of a spring breeze, Suning couldn't bear any evil thoughts.
There wasn't even the slightest thought of intimacy, only a daze and a dull look.
However, the next moment, her beautiful eyes flashed, and she bit her lower lip with a resentful expression: "Why, you don't recognize me anymore?"
The defensive formation was shattered, and she stood up in a charming manner.
It was this inconspicuous little move that made Suning's mouth dry and an unknown evil fire rising from his lower abdomen.
He was hunched over, panting like an ox.
Even he himself didn't know why he suddenly felt lustful and was so tormented that he couldn't control himself.
Faintly, he seemed to see the shadow of Tang Jingyue on Wenren Siyu's face.
Wearing a green robe, he seems to be smiling but not smiling.
She looked at Suning with watery eyes, turned around and spat softly: "Bah, bad thing."
"aunt."
Silly, Suning stepped forward and said, "Is that you?"
Wenren Siyu said nothing, touched Suning's earlobe with his white jade hand, and said with a bright smile: "Who do you want me to be?"
The latter replied without thinking: "I hope you are Aunt Jingyue, just like Aunt Jingyue before."
"He is the second elder of Kunlun, who is in charge of the second peak."
Wenren Siyu sighed silently and said with a complex expression: "I can be her, but I won't be the real her."
"Suning, for the sake of helping me find Charming Heart and wasting a Semi-Saint trump card to protect my safety, I allow you to treat me as your Aunt Jingyue."
"But China..."
She lowered her jade hands and said bluntly: "This is your master Luo Chen's territory, and it is not within the jurisdiction of my Wenren Realm."
"It's not convenient for me to step in, and I don't have the right to break in."
As she spoke, she glanced at Suning's unnatural lower body with a strange expression, her eyes trembled, she blushed and said, "Sure enough, you are indeed a bad person."
"Xiao Umbrella, send him back to Kunlun."
"As for me......"
She spoke in a serious tone, facing the immortal's tomb and said, "Luo Chen is here."
"I have to give him a reasonable explanation for what happened here."
"It especially concerns Suning and the people close to him."
"Wow."
The light streamed straight into the sky, and Wenren Siyu's figure disappeared on the spot.
She has never used charm skills on Suning, but after all, she is the only person in the Eight Hundred Immortals World who has cultivated the charm heart in the past 30,000 years.
How could Suning, a third-level true immortal, be able to resist the invisible temptation of a charming body, charming bones, and charming appearance that day, coupled with today's cultivation level of the eighteenth-level true immortal after successfully integrating the charming heart?
"Go out."
With a blushing face and a look of disgust on her face, the fairy girl with the bamboo umbrella carried Suning, who was still in a state of soullessness, to Kunlun.
