Supernatural Clairvoyant

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At this moment, the stairs below reminded of the sound of the high-heeled shoes hitting the ground.

Fang Shen quickly knocked gently.

Before Qu Qi's finger was released, Yingla's voice came from inside: "Who?"

Fang Shen whispered a secret word told by a fat businessman: "The shore flowers bloom and fall."

With a creak, the door quickly opened a small slit, and a rigid but soft voice sounded from the inside: "Come in."

Fang Shen stepped forward and felt a little weird.

How does this feel like cheating?

After entering the room, Fang Shen could clearly see Ying La with his naked eyes.

Although in some respects, see-through eyes are inaccessible, and even have some insignificant functions that Fang Shen does not want to have.

But the biggest flaw of see-through eyes is also this.

After all, it is just a pair of eyes. The reason it detects things is nothing more than that of the thermal imaging technology, which is cold, albeit high-end.

And human beings are masterpieces of the Creator. How exquisite?

Some pictures can only really feel the beauty of it with the naked eye.

Just like this picture.

This room looks like Ying La rest room.

However, the lines in the entire room are warm in color, and will not make any strangers feel uncomfortable for the first time.

It was in the closet of the room, which was now open, and there were a few neatly packed clothes neatly visible.

There is a suit that Ying pulls out for a formal meeting, as well as the white military uniform she wore when reviewing the army. It also has the traditional Thai characteristics, which can best highlight the charm of women.

In the light that was neither bright nor dim, Yingla was still calm, but she made a hissing motion. Two slim fingers stretched out and pressed against her red lips. The serious and meticulous expressions of the past are quite different.

Fang Shen's first reaction when she saw Ying La was that the woman's skin was really good.

At this time, she is absolutely plain. As a woman in her forties, she can make her skin smooth and smooth like a baby. I am afraid that she can't compare with the world's most expensive cosmetics.

At this moment, the door knocked again, it was the staff of the Prime Minister's Office who just went upstairs.

Ying La didn't open the door, after all, there was a man hidden in the room.

Ying La told them a few words and sent them away.

Ying La waited until their steps were gone, only a little sigh of relief, went back to the windowsill and sat, holding the book, but did not continue to look, but turned to look at Fang Shen: "You find a place to sit by yourself No way, I'm afraid the entire Prime Minister's Office is the only one in this room without a camera. "

Fang Shen turned around, where can I find a seat?

The whole room is a stool. At this moment, the stool is happily carrying Yingla's round and tight body.

I want to come, this is Ying La's resting place, and she is single all year round. In this room, there really is no need to prepare two stools.

Fang Shen simply sat down in Yingla's white bed.

Ying La glanced, but did not show any expression, but just asked: "You are the Chinese master sent by Guoer to protect me?"

Fang Shen is a little uncomfortable with Yingla's superior style, although Fang Shen also understands that any woman, when she is so young, has already been the prime minister of a country, and she must be proud and proud. If it is a spring breeze, it cannot be said to be pretended, it is just a pure etiquette.

Fang Shen returned a word: "Yes."

"Very young." After Ying La said this, she never spoke to Fang Shen anymore, but looked down at the book in her hand.

Fang Shen was left out in the cold, he smiled, and didn't care, if it happened, it would be too manly.

Moreover, Yingla has these behaviors, which also belong to the normal category.

If Fang Shen is a person who has become extremely arrogant because he has cultivated himself, Ying Lai has been neglected, and he will inevitably curse: "Pretend to be high, but not owed ..."

However, Fang Shen is okay. He doesn't have the kind of mentality that Laozi is the second child in the world, and Laozi is the third in the world. When Fang Shen ignores herself, Fang Shen simply sits on Yingla's bed and crosses her legs.

Such behavior made Ying La look surprised at Fang Shen.

What Fang Shen didn't know is that in Ying La's impression, the people who meditate in this posture generally are the kind of old people who are in their 70s and 80s, and have certain practices.

Fang Shen, a young, nonchalant face, did something like this, which seemed to be a bit counterintuitive.

Ying La's mind was a little worse than Shen's senses.

The time elapsed in such a minute and a second. It was already early in the morning. Except for the sentry and some night staff, the entire Prime Minister's Office was not awake.

Ying La was still sitting in a chair by the bed, still looking at the book with no distraction, as if Fang Shen, a strange man next to him, did not exist, as Qin Guo said, there was a force against Ying La who was about to strike This incident does not exist at all.

As for Fang Shen, it was even quieter.

If conditions permit, Fang Shen can use this meditation posture for a month without driving.

Although Fang Shen has not yet reached the realm of barking the valley, the function of the body to maintain one month of life is not a problem at all.

In the process, Yingla was also separated from the world in the book in her hands a few hours later, and she twiddled a strand of hair drooping to her cheeks back to her head. Glancing casually at Fang Shen, he snorted.

She thought that Fang Shen was doing something, but did not expect that this young and so-called "Chinese master" was really a bit like that.

Fang Shen only glanced at Fang Shen during meditation. She would have continued to look down at the book.

But after a moment her gaze moved to Fang Shen's body.

Look down at the book, and then look at Fang Shen a few seconds later.

Yingla's behavior is so repeated. Even herself, it is not clear why there is any magic in a young man who just meditates so often. Why is her heart just like a cat's paw scratching, can't help looking?

What Ying La doesn't know is that Fang Shen's practice has reached a very high level.

After all, it is a long-term cultivation under the spirit tree. A steady stream of aura is absorbed by Fang Shen, and then stored by the eyes of life and death.

This whole process has been repeated countless times by Fang Shen, and it has already reached a natural state, even with a touch of taste.

And Ying La, as a person who has no practice at all, can feel the trace of the road in Fang Shen's body at the moment, only to show that her woman is not simple.

Fang Shen meditated there, Ying La holding the book in her hand, staring at Fang Shen blankly.

Suddenly, Fang Shen, who was meditating, had ejected from the bed without even opening his eyes, and his target was Yingla by the bed.

The speed of Feng Chi's enthusiasm was so high. In Ying La's senses, Fang Shen was still motionless in the bed for a second, and Fang Shen was in front of her a second later.

But Ling Yingla hadn't responded yet, Fang Shen had already held her tender body and lay directly on the ground.

Although the pajamas worn by Yingla are tightly covered, they are extremely loose, and in the pajamas, there is also a direct vacuum without a ray.

When Fang Shen lay it on the ground, if she was resting on an ordinary woman, she would have screamed in horror long ago, thinking that Fang Shen would be transformed into a beast, and be a prostitute in flower picking.

However, Ying La is not a prime minister of a country. In this case, she did not make any sound, but just looked at Fang Shen with a serious eye.

This gaze was full of majestic self-defence. If a timid man were to see him, I'd be softened immediately.

After all, this majesty is not the kind of hotness in the simple sense, but the temperament of a woman after countless precipitation.

I'm afraid Yingla used this kind of eyes to face the enemy on the chapel, and she used this kind of eyes to pass by her subordinates who were loyal to her.

It's just that for Fang Shen, the threat is probably boring with an adult and snatching a little girl's toy, and then the little girl glares angrily at the bad uncle, but the bad uncle smiles, it doesn't matter. .

Fang Shen itself is the head of the good fortune, plus the eyes of life and death, the pride of his heart is unimaginable.

"Look there." Fang Shen took a look towards the wall.

Ying La followed Fang Shen's fingers and looked at it. For the first time, a color called panic appeared, and she muttered to herself: "Do they really dare to do this?"

"Why not dare? Political struggle is always the cruelest thing in the world." Fang Shen said.

Ying La looked utterly cried: "Is the premier of a country, do you need to teach me the sinister political struggle?"

"I really don't need it, but without me just now, I'm afraid you have become a corpse now?"

Ying La was speechless, but at this time she finally found that the more sensitive area of ​​her body was still hooped by Fang Shen.

Ying La could feel the soft flesh on her body, being squeezed into various shapes under the pressure of Fang Shen's hard arm.

"Aren't you letting go of me? If you do this again, be careful I will sue you with Colonel Qin."

Fang Shen sneered: "It is a pity that I am not under the jurisdiction of Colonel Qin, and I am not performing the task, it is just a friendship to help. If you continue this attitude, it is good, then I am gone."

Fang Shen released Yingla, walked to the door, and held the handle without hesitation, and opened the door.

"Don't go." Ying La was so tough, and Fang Shen was forced to speak, and it was such a rare tone.

"So you are afraid of dying?" Fang Shen looked at Ying La with a smile, stopped the door opening, turned to look at Ying La, and said a little narrowly.

Ying La didn't feel embarrassed, but just poked: "Everyone wants to live."

"Okay, then you put down the shelf of your country's prime minister, and listen to me, me, let you live."