Villain: I Will Become Stronger By Accepting A Female Apprentice

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Lang Zimiu felt an exciting and inexplicable feeling in his heart. He felt as if he was about to step into the role he was playing at the moment.

Damn, I am a pure and pure man, how could this happen?

He was filled with surprise.

"What are you going to do next, sister? Can you take me with you?"

He pushed away the distracting thoughts in his mind, looked at the woman in front of him, and said with a simple expression.

"Well..." Seeing that he was still a little clingy, Wang Xin's lips curved into an aunt's smile, then she rubbed his head and said softly:

"Then you and sister come together~"

"good."

Lang Zimiu's face was filled with joy and he nodded.

Then began to change clothes.

After the two of them walked out of the boudoir, Wang Xin walked to the seat, picked up the gold medal on the ground, and then activated his consciousness to look inside.

Lang Zimiu looked at her, observing carefully.

Then I saw a slight change in her expression, as if she was tired of the trouble.

After a few more breaths, she came to her senses, put the gold medal away, turned to look at Lang Zimiu, and said with a faint smile:

"Come on, brother, sister will take you to meet someone."

With that said, she walked towards the outside of the hall. Lang Zimiu's expression paused slightly, but he immediately followed her.

Meet someone?

who?

At the same time, above the ground.

Zhao Anping still stood there, with his hands folded across his chest, looking like he was in deep concentration.

At this moment, the man in black from the Assassination Pavilion standing not far in front of him suddenly trembled, his eyes widened slightly, and he took out his identity token.

After receiving Wang Xin's message, his face glowed with joy and relief.

I thought that I no longer had to face this living Buddha.

"Mr. Zhao, my master replied to my message and asked me to take you in. You come with me."

He smiled and said to Zhao Anping.

Hearing this, Zhao Anping slowly opened his eyes, with a strange halo aura in his eyes, which looked particularly sacred.

"good."

He just responded lightly, without showing any emotion or joy in his words.

His state of concentration not only allowed him to improve himself, but also calmed him down.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Anping, led by the Assassination Pavilion assassin, opened the secret door and walked downwards.

...

Along the way, following Wang Xin, he also met many members of the Assassination Pavilion. Lang Zimiu observed them carefully and found that they were all particularly afraid of the Queen.

And as soon as the Queen walked out of the hall, she seemed to be a different person. Her whole aura was different. Her face was frosty, cold and arrogant, and her whole body exuded a "Don't let strangers enter, leave them all to me" The feeling of kneeling.

Lang Zimiu couldn't help but have a suspicion, wondering if this woman was acting in the boudoir?

Are these exactly two people?

In the boudoir, she is obviously a dark and mature big sister, but when she comes out, she becomes a cold and arrogant queen.

Along the way, the Assassination Pavilion personnel passing by looked at Lang Zimiu in disbelief, and were also stunned by his handsome appearance.

Although most people know that this grown-up likes to play, has no man ever been able to walk so close behind her?

The fact that Lang Zimiu could follow Wang Xin at such a close distance undoubtedly surprised the Assassination Pavilion personnel and they couldn't believe it.

At the same time, Lang Zimiu also discovered that the Assassination Pavilion territory was much larger than the one south of Huaiyuan. It was many times larger and had more people, just like a huge organization.

After a while, Wang Xin took him to a welcoming hall outside.

After walking in, it was obvious that no one was inside.

Zhao Anping is still on his way here.

As soon as he entered the welcome hall, Wang Xin closed the door, and his expression immediately changed. The cold and arrogant expression on his face disappeared, and turned into the expression of a mature big sister. He turned to face Lang Zimiu and began to touch him. cheek.

Seeing her 180-degree change, Lang Zimiu almost died in a clamshell.

"Sister, who are we going to see?"

Lang Zimiu was dressed in handsome clothes at the moment, and his aloof temperament suddenly appeared, making Wang Xin fall in love with him even more.

Not only was he handsome, with a good figure and a great temperament, he was also to her liking, and she was immediately attracted to him.

"You'll find out later, little brother."

Wang Xin looked at him charmingly, then took his warm hand and walked towards the seats in the reception area in front.

After pulling him to the seat, she sat on his lap, put her arms around his neck, and looked at him charmingly, extremely ambiguous.

Lang Zimiu couldn't help but feel a little helpless. He felt that the role he was taking on now was so satisfying. He wouldn't just miss and immerse himself in this gentle land, right?

The feel of the flesh on the thighs, the beauty of the character so close at hand, and the refreshing fragrance are too explosive.

"Sister, aren't you afraid that they will come in suddenly?"

Lang Zimiu put his warm hands on the woman's lower back a little presumptuously and said coquettishly.

"Little rascal, how did you learn to be dishonest so quickly?"

Wang Xin did not answer his question, but raised a playful smile on his lips and said to him.

"Yes, I'm sorry...sister."

"I got a little carried away."

Lang Zimiu pretended to be apologetic and said timidly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Xin's green jade fingers pressed against his lips. His beautiful eyes were slightly focused, and he shook his head slightly and said:

"Don't apologize. My sister didn't blame you for being good."

As she spoke, her beautiful eyes glowed with maternal love.

Hearing this, Lang Zimiu's heart felt sweet and itchy, and he couldn't stand it anymore. This was so disgusting that he didn't want to leave.

Then he looked moved, threw his face directly into Wang Xin's chest, and even hugged her waist.

"Sister, you are so kind."

In terms of body shape of the two, Lang Zimiu is naturally taller, but at this moment, he looks like a puppy, throwing himself in his sister's arms, which looks particularly contrasting.

Wang Xin's beautiful eyes trembled slightly because of his appearance. Her heart beat slightly and ripples appeared.

The maternal love in her beautiful eyes became even stronger. She stretched out her arms to wrap around his head and rubbed it gently.

It smells so good.

Lang Zimiu only has this thought in his mind at the moment, it smells really good.

It's as fragrant as glycol milk that has been brewed for hundreds of years.

So happy to be buried in this.

While feeling extremely relieved, he didn't forget to twist his cheeks.

In this way, the two of them got tired of being together. After about a pot of tea, Wang Xin and Lang Zimiu both sensed the smell coming from the distance outside the hall and turned to look at the same time.

Lang Zimiu, whose face was originally full of happiness, had a blank look on his face.