Seeing Lan Qianxi like this, the man quickly chased after her, stretched out his hand to help Lan Qianxi, who was crumbling, and said with pity, "Girl, you..."
Lan Qianxi tried her best to put on a smile, looking even more pitiful.
The man felt more and more sorry for her.
"Thank you so much, monk, I, I..." Lan Qianxi raised her hand to wipe her tears, looked back at the door of Song Yizhi's house, and left.
After Lan Qianxi left, the man turned around and saw Wei Ling with a sarcastic face.
"It's just a trip. Look at you, you are so heartless to make a girl so sad!" The man scolded Wei Ling.
Wei Ling's face instantly turned cold, "Don't force me to hit you on this beautiful morning."
"You!" The man had never seen such an unreasonable female cultivator. He raised his finger and pointed at Wei Ling, wanting to scold but not knowing how to, "You are really unreasonable!"
Unreasonable?
Joke, have you ever seen that woman being reasonable?
"Get out of here." Wei Ling cursed.
The man pointed at Wei Ling and his hand was shaking with anger.
He has never encountered such a rude female cultivator, she is simply...
But he really didn't know how to scold a female cultivator. He could only say "you, you, me, me, me" for a long time, looking like a duck being pinched by the neck.
Wei Ling gave him a pair of big eyes before leaving.
…
After a long sleep, Wei Ling got up refreshed.
Wei Ling walked to the stairs and looked down and saw several teammates sitting at the table, "Hey, where is Song Yizhi?"
"Miss Song is still resting," Shen Zheng replied.
Seeing that Wei Ling wanted to say something else, Bei Xianyue coughed twice.
Wei Ling glanced at Bei Xianyue inexplicably, then followed her gaze and saw a stunning man wearing a moon-white robe sitting at a table in the corner.
Wei Ling came down, sat next to a few people, and complained about what happened this morning, "Song Yizhi was woken up by Lan Qianqian's stuff this morning. Didn't you see how ugly her face was!"
Bei Xianyue raised her hand and turned Wei Ling around.
Let’s just say, it’s not good to talk about Lan Qianqian in front of the young master of the Lan family.
"Don't mention it, I was also woken up at that time." Shen Zheng raised her hand and scratched her hair, showing a little irritation, "It's so early in the morning to knock the soul out there, and there's a male cultivator with a sick mind, it's amazing!"
Wei Ling held Bei Xianyue's arm to prevent her from turning him around.
She complained to Shen Zheng, "Yes, yes, it's like being sick! You don't know, it makes me angry! I almost made a move! But Song Yizhi's scolding was really amazing!"
"I heard it!" Shen Zheng smiled, "I thought Miss Song had a good temper, but I didn't expect..."
It's really awesome to scold people.
The corners of Bei Xianyue's mouth twitched slightly.
That is to say, if you can’t stop it, you can’t stop it!
The man at the other table picked up a simple tea cup and took a sip of tea with his eyes lowered.
Bei Xianyue changed the subject, "It's almost noon. Do you want to ask Song Yizhi to get up and have dinner?"
"Song Yizhi and I went to have supper last night, why don't we let her sleep for a while?" Wei Ling said.
Bei Xianyue thought for a while and nodded.
Another hour passed before Song Yizhi got up.
She gave herself a few dust-removing techniques and changed into a dark blue dress.
After packing it up, Song Yizhi raised her hand to pick off the earrings without giving up, but she still couldn't take them off.
Damn it!
Song Yizhi complained silently in his mind, then opened the door and walked out.
Wei Ling and others looked up.
Wei Ling's eyes hurt when looking at Song Yizhi, who was dressed simply again.
Why would someone dress so plainly?
"Song Yizhi, can you please stop wasting your skin?" When Song Yizhi arrived at the stairs, Wei Ling said to her in a serious voice, "What's wrong, have your green onions turned into essence? Every day, it's either green or cyan."
At this point, Bei Xianyue nodded in agreement.
Song Yizhi looks so good in red.
However, she likes light colors day by day, which is such a waste!
Song Yizhi didn't leave. She stood at the top of the stairs, raising her hands lazily on the railing, "I think it's good."
Like a green onion. Just like a green onion. Green onions are so good. They can be used for seasoning!
Wei Ling rolled his eyes.
What a hammer, Song Yizhi relies on his good looks, every day!
Bei Xianyue showed a gentle smile, "Why don't you go and change your outfit? Not only red, but pink is also fine. If you dress up beautifully, we will be motivated, right?"
? ? ?
Song Yizhi had a question mark on his face.
What the hell?
"Am I a vase?" Song Yizhi raised his hand and pointed at himself in confusion, "I think I am also a money bag, right?"
As the world deteriorated, she actually changed from a money bag to a vase!
Bei Xianyue's smile deepened a little, "How can you say that? You think so, you are beautiful, we look in a good mood, and when we are in a good mood, we can work hard to complete the task, right?"
Song Yizhi: "..."
She always felt that Bei Xianyue was deceiving her, but she had no proof.
Wei Ling rubbed his hands, preparing to imitate Bei Xianyue and fool Song Yizhi.
"Stop!" Song Yizhi raised his hand and looked at the expectant eyes, feeling angry and funny at the same time.
"Wait." After saying that, Song Yizhi turned around and went up.
Wei Ling and Bei Xianyue raised their hands and high-fived each other, their bright smiles making a few others laugh.
After a while, Song Yizhi changed into a long scarlet dress.
In order to avoid criticism from Miss Wei Lingna, Song Yizhi wore two pearl tassel hairpins and a begonia flower hairpin in her hair.
Song Yizhi's slender waist was outlined in a crimson-coloured waist-length skirt. The crimson skirt was embroidered with large begonia flowers, and was worn outside by a simple pale pink soft gauze shirt with wide sleeves.
Looking at Song Yizhi standing on the stairs, Wei Ling's eyes lit up, "This is right!"
Song Yizhi glanced at Wei Ling, "Are you satisfied?"
Wei Ling nodded.
Song Yizhi chuckled and walked down the stairs slowly.
Lan Minjun, who was sitting in the corner, looked up at Song Yizhi, who was wearing a long scarlet dress and walking down slowly.
As several of her teammates said, this little girl really suits bright colors.
Bei Xianyue took out a scarlet gauze veil from the storage ring and looked at Song Yizhi with a smile on her face.
Song Yizhi: "..."
Have they ever thought about how inconvenient it would be for them to fight?
But looking at Bei Xianyue's expectant look, Song Yizhi still walked up and spread his arms.
Bei Xianyue put the silk scarf on Song Yizhi's arms and arranged it a little before looking at her with satisfaction.
Song Yizhi was helpless, and then moved his eyes to look at Lan Minjun aside.
Lan Minjun raised his head and met Song Yizhi's eyes, a smile appeared on his beautiful face, "Miss Song."
"Young Master of the Lan Family." Song Yizhi smiled slightly. She held up her skirt and walked over to sit down at the table. She asked politely, "Young Master, are you feeling better?"
The young master of the Lan family?
Wei Ling and others stood up one after another, their eyes falling on Lan Minjun.
"Thank you, Miss Song. I'm much better." Lan Minjun smiled, looking very gentle.
Bei Xianyue pulled Wei Ling to sit down, poured a cup of tea and handed it to her.
Song Yizhi raised his hand to brush the shawl on his arm and said, "What do you want to see me for, young master?"
"Does Miss Song know about the appearance of the phantom in the secret realm?" Lan Minjun asked.
Song Yizhi nodded, "I know."
After finishing his words, Song Yizhi looked at the stunning-looking man opposite him and narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, "Is it possible that the young master of the Lan family wants me to go to the secret realm?"
(End of chapter)
