"Okay."
After collecting the information, Lin Feng turned around and finally took action against the two sources of mental pollution.
Bibi Dong breathed a long sigh of relief, and the hot feeling on his face faded a lot. Like a little follower, he followed Lin Feng step by step.
I saw Lin Feng's mental power transformed into a big wave of his hand.
The two shiny "prehistoric giant fat maggots" were forcibly held in mid-air by an invisible force.
Lin Feng didn't mind it either, he stretched out his hands and started rubbing them directly!
"First make a base and remove the excess scraps."
Lin Feng is mumbling words, which are completely the preparation work of the chef before handling high-end ingredients.
Then, he focused on two things, firing his bow left and right.
One for the left hand and one for the right hand.
Those two indescribable things began to undergo earth-shaking changes between his fingers.
His fingers are long and strong, and his movements are fast.
Sometimes knead, sometimes pinch.
Sometimes rub, sometimes pat.
Sometimes I use my fingertips to quickly flick, point, press, and pull!
A set of operations flows smoothly, with a mysterious rhythm in the speed, which makes people dazzled.
This method...
Why is it so similar to the unique skills that the top technicians in the "Heaven on Earth" club in the city are proud of?
Lin Feng also murmured in his heart.
Bibi Dong stood aside, completely dumbfounded.
Her beautiful glazed eyes were locked firmly and unblinkingly on Lin Feng's "construction" hands.
At first, she was just amazed at the exquisiteness of her predecessor's techniques.
But as I looked at it, something didn't taste right.
The force of kneading, the rhythm of pressing, the arc of stretching...
Why...
Why should she, a woman who has lived for so many years, be made blushing, heart pounding, mouth dry, and even her legs a little weak?
Senior... what on earth is he doing!
Is this really a reinvention of Martial Soul?
Damn it!
It was such a sacred and solemn occasion, how could I have such shameless thoughts!
Bibi Dong was so embarrassed that he wanted to bury his head in his arms, but his eyes seemed to be attracted by magnets and he couldn't move them at all.
Lin Feng, on the other hand, is completely immersed in its own "figure Grandmaster" mode.
"Well, the waistline is thinner. Here, the curvature needs to be round and full, otherwise it will have no soul."
"And this leg needs to be lengthened a little, yes, it's the golden ratio, so that's almost it!"
He pinched and nodded, like the most picky artist, carefully sculpting his work.
After a while.
Lin Feng clapped his hands violently.
"Done!"
He took back his hands and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
I saw that the two sources of mental pollution had disappeared in midair.
Instead, there are two beautiful women with the same figure as Bibi Dong, even more perfect in details.
A figure of light and shadow, wearing a purple-black gothic dress with complicated and gorgeous lace edges.
Her eyes were covered by a pure black cloth, and only her perfect jawline was exposed, exuding a coolness and divinity that no one should approach.
The slender legs are wrapped in dark fishnet stockings, and every arc is just right, sexy but not tacky.
Cold and noble, like the king in charge of the end.
Death Goddess!
The other light and shadow is completely opposite.
Wearing a dark green tight-fitting armor, it vividly outlines the perfect female curves.
The surface of the armor is shimmering with a combination of metal and biological textures, full of power and wild charm.
She was not blindfolded, and her sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the soul. They were the eyes of an apex predator.
Heroic and heroic, decisive in killing.
Soul-Devouring Goddess!
Whether it is facial features or figure, they perfectly replicate the peak appearance of Bibi Dong.
It can be called... the top paid MOD.
The picture of Bibi Dong that needed to be mosaic was still playing in my mind, but Lin Feng said "done" and was brought back to reality.
She subconsciously looked up.
Then, the whole person seemed to be struck by lightning, completely frozen in place.
This is... my new Martial Soul?
From those two big fat maggots?
In mid-air, two figures of light and shadow were suspended quietly.
A statue of Death Goddess, blindfolded in a black dress, cold and noble, sacred and inviolable.
A Soul-Devouring Goddess, wrapped in battle armor, heroic, wild and deadly.
The appearance, figure, and even the arc of the flowing hair of the two goddesses are all perfect replicas of herself, no, they are even more perfect than herself!
It was the most perfect Martial Soul posture that she had spent her whole life fantasizing about, but never dared to hope for!
Bibi Dong's breathing stopped.
She felt that her heart was tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the wave of ecstasy almost overwhelmed her reason.
But the next second, when her eyes fell on the perfect waist and hip curves of the two goddesses.
Her brain exploded with a buzzing sound.
An idea that made her feel ashamed and angry emerged uncontrollably and crazily.
This arc...
Did senior's hand just... press here?
And this leg...
Did senior just use his fingers to slide from bottom to top like this?
And... and...
Bibi Dong I don't dare to think about it anymore!
She felt like her cheeks were so hot that they could ignite the air.
It's over.
It's all over.
Although these two Martial Souls were really beautiful, from this moment on, she felt that she could no longer look directly at her own Martial Souls.
She couldn't even look directly at her body!
Because these two new Martial Soul, from head to toe, from the inside to the outside, every inch and every detail are made by the hands of their predecessors with clear joints.
According to your own body, try it with your own hands...
Rubbed out!
An indescribable sense of shame was like an electric current, running wildly through her limbs.
She even felt that her whole body, inside and out, had been touched all over by her seniors.
And it's the most meticulous and professional one.
"Senior..."
Bibi Dong was about to say something, but found that Lin Feng's mental body had long since disappeared.
It felt like the softest and most secret place in my heart was suddenly empty.
She opened her eyes suddenly.
To the outside world, Lin Feng just took his fingertips away from her forehead, and there was no trace of fireworks in his movements.
"Okay, you can try Martial Soul Possession now."
This plain sentence was like a reminder, striking precisely on the foreheads of a group of Douluo people who had just supported the wall and weakly moved back into the store.
They were almost vomiting bile just now, their legs were as weak as noodles, and they didn't even have the strength to stand up straight. They wanted to come in and take a rest.
As a result, I heard these words that were comparable to the demonic voice of hell.
Golden Crocodile Douluo suddenly covered his chest, feeling like he was about to have a heart attack.
The eight hundred years of longevity that I just got, at least half of them are frightened by just this sentence!
There was a "buzzing" sound in his head, and he exploded on the spot.
What the hell?!
Possession?!
What kind of body is attached?!