Chapter 332: Bloodthirsty Demon Lord, a Little Sweet (35)
Why did her daughter die, but their lowly mother and daughter relied on her daughter's relationship to get this great benefit?
The destruction of the Baili family was also pretended to be unintentional and mentioned that Su Qiao and Baili Han had a good relationship.
She wants all these people who have bullied her daughter to bury her.
"Mother, his daughter looks like this, he may not be able to recognize him."
"It's been so long, maybe he has forgotten his daughter a long time ago."
Su Lanqing bit her lower lip, her expression was a little gloomy, and her eyes were a little gloomy.
She wanted to go to Lingyuan Sect as soon as she came out of the secret realm, but she didn't expect to find out that her master Nie Feng actually accepted Su Qiao as an apprentice.
"Alas!" Mrs. Su sighed helplessly, and was about to comfort her daughter.
Unexpectedly, an unfamiliar male voice suddenly came into my ears.
"Qingqing"
With a low voice with a hint of nervousness, a white figure floated in from the window.
The person who came was dressed in a white robe with gold edges, his black hair was trimmed with a simple jade crown, he held a jade bone fan, and a pair of cold eyes were staring closely at the delicate woman in the purple and pink dress in the room.
"You"
Su Lanqing was frightened by the sudden arrival of Nie Feng and took a step back.
Nie Feng stepped forward excitedly and shook her hand: "You are Qingqing, right?" ”
He had come to find Su Qiao.
sent the message to her several times, but he didn't get any reply, and no one came back, so he came to Su's house.
Afraid that she would hide on purpose, he didn't alarm the people in Su Mansion, and he came in quietly twice before.
It's just that he didn't expect that this time it gave him such a big surprise.
"I, I" Su Lanqing was speechless for a while.
She didn't know if she should admit it.
After all, this kind of thing is very taboo.
Besides, she was angry.
Seeing that she hesitated and refused to admit it, Nie Feng felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and said anxiously:
"Qingqing, I'm Nie Feng, I'm the master, you're back, why don't you go find me?"
"Do you know how painful it was when I learned you went?"
"Do you know how I've been here all these years?"
Because of her, he had demons.
Because of her, his cultivation was always stagnant.
But even so, he was reluctant to forget her.
She's not dead, she's alive, why don't you come back to find herself?
Nie Feng's complaint was not answered.
Su Lanqing broke away from his hand with a cold face: "You let go of me." ”
"Hmph, as soon as I died, you found my sister Su Qiao, and now you still come to talk to me about this kind of thing, don't you think it's ridiculous?"
When Nie Feng heard this, he looked hurt: "Qingqing, how can you misunderstand me so much?" ”
"Misunderstanding?"
Su Lanqing sneered:
"You think I don't know, how good you are to Su Qiao? Do you think I don't know how much affection you have with her over the years? ”
Others may not be able to see it, but how can she not see that he treats Su Qiao as her own female pet?
What kind of named disciple, but I just don't want the matter to be exposed in the future, so that the world can look at Su Qiao with strange eyes.
Nie Feng saw that her misunderstanding was getting deeper and deeper, and he became more and more anxious.
"Qingqing, my heart, don't you understand?"
"I only took Su Qiao back to the Lingyuan Sect because she looked a little like you."
"I didn't even officially accept her as an apprentice, my female disciple, you are the only one, and no one can occupy your position."
Su Lanqing's face changed, with some doubt in her eyes: "What you said is true?" ”
"I, Nie Feng, swear, what I said today is true, if there is"
Su Lanqing was reluctant to swear a poisonous oath, and hurriedly rushed over and covered his mouth: "I believe in you." ”
Host, you see I guessed right, right? She'll be sure to cover his mouth and say I trust you.
It's all the old bridge broken.
A hint of pity flashed in Su Qiao's eyes.
It's a pity, but a cultivator's oath is true to his word.
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