My Simping System

The aloof and remote, the honorable and arrogant Holy Temple empress, is unconscious in the stranger’s home at this moment.

If at this time, Ye An secretly resorted to abusive tactics-the final outcome must be quite exciting.

Maybe further beheaded by a hatchet, breathe one's last.

But for some reason, he is looking forward to the reaction of this proud empress.

Ye An has waited a long time for this day. He always has such an idea, but no one can experiment.

Yu Qian left the house, closed the door by the way, and adjusted her mentality in the courtyard alone.

But it also happened to leave an opportunity.

So, the opportunity finally came.

Inhabiting Qi Xi in a deep sleep, his face is covered with a columnar reflection.

It’s not long, it’s not short, it’s not thick, it’s not thin.

That's a--

A pen dipped in ink.

The so-called lesson...

Of course, it is actually graffiti drawing on the face.

Just imagine, what will happen to the haughty empress who wakes up in a drowsy sleep when he sees his face covered with nasty graffiti?

The strong contrast between the front and the back must be quite huge.

Ye An looked indifferently, and dipped the pen in ink again, "In life, there is always something inevitably I want to try, isn't it just painting a crow, what am I afraid of?"

"Secretly say that I am young? A cruel woman."

"Pen!"

Whh——

The voice fell, the pen came out, the ink Follow.

I want to draw the Old Turtle on Qi Xi’s face.

However, I just picked up the pen.

When the pen has not fallen, the ink is still in the air.

Suddenly, Qi Xi opened his eyes suddenly, his bright golden eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person, his eyes calm.

Slap——

The slender fingers pressed Ye An's wrist, even in silence.

The pitch-black ink dripped from the nib and fell on the white plain skirt that Qi Xi was wearing. Although the ink has not yet approached, it is evaporated into mist for no reason, and then dispersed.

"What do you want to do?"

Qi Xi asked with a tired body.

Ye An was silent for a while, and his thoughts quickly fabricated reasons.

"In practice, subdue monsters and defeat demons." He said.

Although there are no demons or demons here, what if she believes it?

"..." Qi Xi's lips twitched slightly, and said: "How old are you, want to make a prank, want to paint on my face?"

Ye An shook the head and said: "No. Your Majesty, I think you don't understand it at all."

Qi Xi frowned slightly, "Ha—?"

Ye An Continue to say: "I see Your Majesty Yintang darkened, eyes tired, bad luck, I am afraid it is the disaster of blood light from heaven."

"This is my hometown method, picture talisman on the face, but Solve this disaster."

Qi Xi's eyes became even more weird when these words came out.

Ye An also didn't know how to describe the look in his eyes. It seemed to be surprised and surprised, but it also contained some small surprises.

What does this mean?

"Although you are surprised that you can find out Mu Qingxue's life experience, but..."

"Could it be that you even know this kind of thing?"

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"The disaster of blood light from the sky? Well, maybe your term is like that."

Qi Xi said in surprise.

Ye An frowned, puzzled.

What kind of thing is that kind of thing? What a ghost thing I don't know.

Why do you always like to be a riddler and not speak the whole story?

"What?"

Ye An let out a soul question.

Qi Xi frowned slightly, pursed her mouth slightly, and said: "Forget it."

After speaking, she let go, coldly snorted, and lay down again.

Ye An looked at her, confused.

"Don't really have a problem."

Qi Xi squinted, hesitated, and then said: "It's not a big problem, just sleep."