The atmosphere in the room immediately became awkward. Jiang Hanxi noticed that Wang Feng was not moving and stopped talking.
Has he truly lost his soul?
Jiang Hanxi reached out her fair and beautiful hand towards Wang Feng's chin, preparing to straighten his head back.
Jiang Hanxi paused for a moment as she touched Wang Feng's handsome face.
For a moment, she seemed to think of something, and a faint blush rose on her face.
Just as she had completely turned Wang Feng's face to face, Wang Feng seemed to unconsciously reach out and grab her leaning body.
Jiang Hanxi hadn't expected Wang Feng, in his dazed state, to pull such a move.
In an instant, my whole body was pulled over there.
She buried her head in Wang Feng's arms instantly, and Wang Feng then propped his feet up against her back.
As expected, Jiang Hanxi was once again captured by Wang Feng's heart.
Once in the Southern Region, once in the Central Plains, and now once again in the Northern Border!
Jiang Hanxi, locked to Wang Feng, unleashed her full cultivation at the ninth level of the Spirit Formation Realm.
But Wang Feng was a whole realm stronger than her, even though in reality it was only a small realm stronger.
But if we're talking about a higher level, then he's still higher than her.
Wang Feng was superior to her in every aspect, so how could she break free? Now she couldn't even take out the Cold Sword.
As for the sacred artifact, Jiang Hanxi still comforted herself with the same thought: this swindler's life is not worth the price of serious injury for her.
Jiang Hanxi was tightly bound to Wang Feng's body. After trying all the moves she could muster, she found that she still couldn't break free.
She stopped struggling and got used to it, but this time, she still felt a little uncomfortable.
Being chained to someone who had been deceiving her all along was indeed a bit unsettling.
"You've lost your soul, yet you're still so dishonest? Or... are you lying to me?"
Jiang Hanxi was chained to Wang Feng's body, and she frowned and hesitated for a moment.
However, he did not struggle any further, as struggling would only be tormenting himself.
Apart from Jiang Hanxi's mutterings, there was no other sound around her, which made Jiang Hanxi suspicious again.
Jiang Hanxi found herself becoming increasingly suspicious; she felt that everything Wang Feng did was fake.
Although she had seen the conman's divine sea, she still felt that something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Is this an instinctive habit of his? Or does he treat everyone this way?
But Jiang Hanxi wondered why Wang Feng didn't act this way when he was in the village. What could be the reason?
Was he truly out of his mind, or was he just pretending?
As Jiang Hanxi pondered, Wang Feng's eyes, visible on the side of her face, trembled slightly before quickly regaining their composure.
No, I just took a nap, how come Jiang Hanxi is in my arms again?
Wang Feng felt a surge of adrenaline as he smelled the fragrance of Jiang Hanxi's neck and felt the warmth of her body.
what to do?
[Ding, Host, you've done this before. Just lock her in place, and whatever you do, don't let go, or you're dead!]
The system spoke in his mind at that moment, and Wang Feng understood after thinking about it for a moment.
So, does that mean... Jiang Hanxi always appeared in his arms out of nowhere like this?
Upon realizing this, Wang Feng understood: he used to be the one driving the autonomous vehicle, but now he had to take over the job himself.
How can things be so peaceful? The driving skills of the Akina Mountain racing god would not allow him to spend the night in peace.
"System, how skilled am I when I'm using autopilot?"
[Ding, self-driving?]
The system clearly didn't understand Wang Feng's meaning, so Wang Feng had no choice but to be more direct.
"When I used to hold her while she slept, were I very active or not?"
[Dog host, you wouldn't want... cough cough, the movements to be so-so in number and so-so in size, but let me tell you, don't do anything like tearing clothes.]
The system paused halfway through its sentence and even coughed twice.
But as soon as he said "just so-so," Wang Feng smirked inwardly.
Based on his many years of experience with the system, could this be considered just average?
He carefully sensed Jiang Hanxi, who was lying on him with her eyes closed, cultivating.
Wang Feng picked her up and suddenly rolled her over, turning her from facing forward to sideways.
Jiang Hanxi suddenly opened her eyes, and when she came to her senses, she found that she was still locked up.
But at least she wasn't pinning her hopes on this swindler anymore, which made her feel a little better.
The current positions are: Jiang Hanxi is on the inside of the bed, and Wang Feng is on the outside of the bed.
The two bodies were pressed tightly together, or rather, Jiang Hanxi's body was locked tightly against Wang Feng's.
Their faces were no more than 20 centimeters apart, and they could feel each other even if the other breathed slightly louder.
Jiang Hanxi rested her right cheek on the pillow, stared at Wang Feng for a while, and found that he was still the same.
But to be more accurate, she then probed her divine sense into Wang Feng's sea of consciousness, hoping to confirm her thoughts.
Jiang Hanxi only went in for a quick look before immediately retreating, as if she was afraid of hurting Wang Feng's soul again.
Wang Feng looked at the thousand Origin Points deducted from the panel. It wasn't much, so he figured Jiang Hanxi could make up for it with her body.
However, Jiang Hanxi still couldn't see anything wrong after reading it.
She figured it was probably the conman's instincts at work, since he'd turned things around like this before.
Unable to see anything clearly, she could only close her eyes and continue to concentrate on her cultivation.
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