At night, Yin Changsheng did not sleep, but instead studied "The Book of Life", the more he learned, the more he became more and more energetic.

Even though I didn't understand much.

This technique is too profound. If there is no lucky ghost, he may not be able to operate.

"It's almost time for three o'clock in the middle of the year. Go out for a walk." Yin Changsheng looked at the watch, determined the time, and was about to sneak out and wait for Monk Huiyuan and Taoist Mingli.

As soon as he went out, using the dark moon, Yin Changsheng thought: "You have to learn some skills such as wild beast instincts, dark vision, blind fighting when you go back."

"You must learn blind fighting. Just like my situation, close your eyes and intuition, probably better than doing it myself."

Gao Fuyuan plus intuition, this can no longer be considered a prediction, but should be called prophecy.

Intuition is just an introduction, and blessings are the core. With high blessings, intuition can only exert this ability to predict the near-prediction.

If you change someone, it probably won't work.

"If this is really done, wouldn't I be able to replace the Emperor of Heaven with a stainless steel basin if I close my eyes?" He wondered whether to cut off his eyes and develop in this direction.

After all, he is still very self-aware of his own virtues.

After leaving the guest room, I found that there was no servant patrolling me, and this family is not afraid of being thieves.

He took out a flashlight from the inventory and squatted out of the study according to his memory. He was not afraid that Monk Huiyuan and Taoist Mingli would not find him. He believed in his luck.

The main reason is that he has a high fortune and is fearless about it.

"I remember there seemed to be a grass coming from nearby, and I found it." Yin Changsheng turned off the flashlight and carefully lay down into the grass in the corner of the wall, facing the study.

Although it was already late at night, the study room was still brightly lit, and a slim figure was reflected on the paper window by candlelight.

"Good guy, I'm in the good show."

The good show that Yin Changsheng mentioned certainly refers to that kind of very explicit thing.

How explicit is it? Even the skin is peeled off.

Among the slim figure, a huge black shadow broke out from it, looking like an eight-foot man ran out of a tights.

Moreover, the black shadow is still angular and does not look like a human at all.

"I won't say anything else. How did you, as big as you, squeeze into such a small human skin?" Yin Changsheng couldn't figure out what the painting of the skin was doing through his reflection.

Looking at the King of Painted Skin, who was working hard, he should be putting on makeup for that human skin.

"This technique is no longer a disguise technique, it's a transformation." Yin Changsheng looked at the human skin and stuffed his huge body back into the human skin, turning it back into the woman he saw today.

In this regard, he thought that he had less experience and lacked imagination. They felt that they were already fascinating, but it was really just the same for Yin Changsheng.

His aesthetic may be quite different.

"It's been a little over three minutes. Why haven't they come yet? You can't be lost." Yin Changsheng looked at the time again and looked up again: "Oh, here, no, why did one of them come? Why is this guy still taller? And he has so much coquettish temperament?"

Yin Changsheng saw a tall figure falling from the air. With the help of the glimmer of light from the study, Yin Changsheng found that he had recognized the wrong person. The man was wearing a white robe and holding a folding fan in his hand, looking like a handsome young man.

This man knocked on the door impatiently as soon as he arrived, which made Yin Changsheng a black line.

"Old Wang, you are useless to waste your surname Wang. You are actually wearing a hat."

Yin Changsheng was lying down and complaining, and a charming response came from the study room over there: "Here you come..."

This sound made the person who knocked outside the door feel weak.

As soon as the door opened, the King of Painted Skin was also confused. Brother, who are you?

"Beauty, you can know your husband." After that, the man was ready to pick up the King of Painted Skins.

But the Dharma King of Painting Skin took a step back and avoided the man's hand, with a sneer on his face: "Who am I supposed to be? It turns out to be the Five Gods on the South Mountain."

The Five Tongshen couldn't help but froze, and his face was not good anymore: "Who are you? Do you actually know my identity?"

Yin Changsheng also listened, but he was a little confused. He knew that the five gods had enjoyed the incense but was lustful.

Generally speaking, the words of worship are called the Five Gods, and the words of belittlement are called the Five Tangs.

The main breeds are monkey monsters, horse monsters, pig monsters, etc. It is said that these monsters are all lustful.

But Yin Changsheng thinks that this is definitely something wrong with XP. If you like animals, why isn’t this a problem with XP?

He complained here, and the opponent was already at a strife.

The Five Tongs Gods were identified and their faces gradually became ferocious, and their originally handsome face began to grow longer.

"Since you know my identity, then go back to Nanshan with me obediently."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wutong Shen immediately took action, folded his hand to his waist, spread his hands and hugged the Dharma King Painting, as if he wanted to control it.

However, he did not expect that the Dharma King of Painting Skin would not retreat but instead advanced. With his hands blocked, he easily pushed away the hands of the Five-Tong Shens, and then poked his feet and fell into the lower body of the Five-Tong Shens.

Seeing this scene, Yin Changsheng couldn't help but observe it carefully. This vaginal thigh is much more skillful than his.

Fortunately, the Five Gods are not good at plagiarism. Since they became a spirit and enjoyed the incense, they have only one hobby. If they really get hit by the King of Painted Skin, they may have to change their hobby.

He tightened his waist and narrowly avoided the poke. He took this opportunity to approach him, showing his arms as long as a monkey, and he hugged the Painted Skin King in his arms.

"Beauty, as the saying goes, beating is kissing, scolding is love...uh..."

Before the Five Myths were finished, a muffled groan came, and even the gesture of hugging was loose.

"If you love it deep, you should kick it with your feet." The King of Paintings used the other party's hug and hit the other knee directly on the abdomen of Wutongshen.

After hitting the knee tightly, he closed his hands and slapped directly on the chest of Wutong Shen. This move was quite powerful, causing Wutong Shen to retreat several steps in a row and almost fell to the ground.

Suddenly, the Five Tongshen finally put away his originally lustful mentality and looked at the King of Painting Skins again.

The woman in front of me is indeed dignified and gorgeous, but her Taoist skills are obviously no less than him, and she may even be even higher than his Taoist skills.
Chapter completed!