I Didn't Get Into The Warrior High School And Had No Choice But To Draw My Sword.

"This is!?"

If the previous Saint Mask Space was an abandoned desolation, then the current Mask Space is a semi-abandoned temple hall.

The place where you enter the mask space is covered with an expensive carpet covered with dust. The carpet is embroidered with ancient and complicated patterns, which is very delicate.

On both sides of the hall, a thick coiled dragon pillar was erected every 10 meters. At the top of each pillar was a dark red flag facing the hall, but the flag was in tatters.

In the center of the hall, there is still a huge crystal lamp hanging, but most of the lights on it have been broken.

Wu Fan followed his line of sight and looked towards the front of the hall. On the 10 steps that were not high, the damaged Saint Slate was placed there, and Meng Luoxi, who was wearing broken handcuffs on her hands and feet, was leaning against her back very weakly. Sitting sideways on the stone slab to rest.

"You did all this?"

Wu Fan walked along the carpet in the center of the hall to Meng Luoxi, and found that she looked at him in a strange way, with gratitude, excitement, anger, and a hint of shyness.

"Brother Wu Fan, I didn't expect that the mask of the previous Seventh Saint would be in your hands. It really surprised me."

"The last time we met in Chencang City, you pretended not to know, and then asked me seriously about the former Seventh Saint."

Meng Luoxi leaned sideways on the saint's stone slab, her slender legs wearing see-through white stockings lying aside, vaguely revealing the flesh-colored lace under her short skirt.

"It's a long story, and I can't explain it clearly. All you need to know is that it's related to the Yangcheng Forbidden Land."

As Wu Fan spoke, he walked to Meng Luoxi and squatted down, carefully checking her physical condition.

"Because I am the adopted daughter of the previous Seventh Saint, I often come into this mask space."

"This hall of the temple was where the Seventh Saint used to convene everyone for meetings. However, after his death, this area was abandoned and turned into the dilapidated scene it is today."

Meng Luoxi let Wu Fan check her body. While checking her body, she also answered the questions Wu Fan asked at the beginning.

"Actually, this saint's mask has a large space, and this is only a part of it. However, because you are relatively weak, those areas cannot be unlocked yet."

"Hmm~"

Meng Luoxi made a strange squeaking sound, and her face began to turn red. Hearing her scream, Wu Fan immediately slapped her on the butt.

"I didn't do anything, what are you yelling about!?"

"Don't you want to do something?"

Meng Luoxi came up to Wu Fan and exhaled like blue, releasing strange hormones.

In a secret space, a man and a woman alone, no one knows, and coupled with the other party's malicious teasing, it is easy for the gun to go off!

"Don't do it, we still have business to do now."

Although they are in the mask space now, there are still many things for them to deal with in the outside world, so how can they spend their minds on those aspects.

So Wu Fan firmly expressed his attitude.

"Bah~"

"Prudery."

Meng Luoxi felt that Wu Fan had some ideological baggage, maybe because he had been single for a long time, or because he was so stupid in martial arts that he didn't even dare to touch women, so she narrowed her eyes...

"Don't you dare?"

Meng Luoxi smiled at Wu Fanmei, and while talking, she put her beautiful legs in see-through white stockings into an M shape.

This action was so tempting that Wu Fan's eyes widened when he saw it.

In his daily life, study and practice, he had never seen such a scene. Those female classmates were all very serious. How could a cult female warrior like Meng Luoxi be so lenient?

"I can not?"

Although Wu Fan once said that warriors should abstain from sex, he was still a hot-blooded young man.

So, can Wu Fan accept this kind of grievance? Moreover, the grappling technique he just learned... If the other party provokes him so much, he must give her some color.

"snort!"

Wu Fan snorted coldly and was about to take action. Meng Luoxi suddenly pointed at Wu Fan and said in an exaggerated tone:

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"I lied to you!"

"Is it possible...are you hard!?"

"I'm just teasing you. Are you pretending to be a gentleman?"

Then she imitated Wu Fan's tone and said, "We still have serious things to do."

"Killing me!"

Meng Luoxi hit the ground with her fists, holding her stomach and laughing so hard that tears came out of her eyes.

Wu Fan was indeed hardened, it was his fist that was hardened.

Meng Luoxi is indeed a cult witch, and her behavior is indeed wild.

On the surface, the other party appears to be exquisite and gorgeous, like a noble goddess who cannot be blasphemed, but in fact, after the mask is torn off, there is another face of extreme contrast.

"Hello!?"

"What are you going to do!?"

Just as Meng Luoxi was laughing and wiping away tears, she suddenly discovered that Wu Fan had a dark face and was walking towards her step by step.

Meng Luoxi, who had a premonition that something bad was going to happen, was just about to get up from the ground when she suddenly felt two slender silk ankles being tightly grasped by Wu Fan's big hands.

"Help!"

Meng Luoxi's belly was pressed against the ground, and she was pulling forward with both hands, as if she was stuck in quicksand. She raised her head with an expression asking for help, as if something extremely terrifying would happen next.

"Come here you go!"

Wu Fan grasped his hands, then pulled hard, and directly pulled Meng Luoxi back from the front, just like a girl on a certain short video platform who was grabbed by her ankle by her boyfriend from behind and then pulled out of the camera in parallel. .

"Brother Wu Fan, don't be angry."

"I was just joking with you, hehe~"

Meng Luoxi had her spiritual weapon taken away from Qian Yu Ling's living body, and now she is just an ordinary person. Wu Fan is not only a warrior, but also a C-level strongman who can fight across levels. Even if he does not use spiritual pressure, he can rely on Pure physical force can also suppress the opponent, not to mention that Wu Fan is currently in a state of rage.

"People always have to take responsibility for what they have done."

Wu Fan said expressionlessly.

Meng Luoxi's appearance was indeed incredible. She was the tallest among all the girls Wu Fan had ever seen, and she also had the best figure. If she wanted to suppress the gun in this situation, even the eunuchs would not be able to do it.

"Brother Fan~"

"I'm wrong~"

"Just let me go this time, okay~"

"Didn't you say that we still have a lot of serious things to do? And warriors must abstain from sex, otherwise it will cause great damage to the body and spirit..."

Meng Luoxi was pinned to the ground by Wu Fan, twisting her body while begging for mercy. It was okay that she didn't twist, but this twist was the straw that broke the camel's back.

But just when Wu Fan was really about to take action...