Compared with before, it was just an action that was not hidden, but now Wen Ling's words directly tell everyone that she has a master, and there is no need to worry about it in the future.

This kind of unabashed style is not the usual style of hearing the spirit.

Isn't it, what is really outstanding about this little spicy chicken Rongxian?

Song Fenglin's gaze was on Rong Zixian's body, looking back and forth up and down.

If it weren't for indulging in Wen Ling's generous admission, and taking the initiative to approach, and even holding his hand gently, Rong Zixian felt that he could slap Song Fenglin's ten little brains.

However, what he cherishes more now is ......

Lowering his eyes slightly, he watched Wen Ling take his hand.

The skin of the two people is extraordinarily fair, and Rong Zixian's white has a sickly, not very normal white, and it is excessively white.

And the whiteness of Wen Ling is the delicate whiteness of the little girl, which is pleasing to the eye just by looking at it.

Of course, what made Rong Zixian happy was that at this time, the hands of the two people were holding together, and their fingers were interlocked.

One is warm, the other is cold, but the little girl doesn't dislike it at all, and even holds it very tightly, and occasionally she will skin it, hook her palm with her fingertips, and the meaning of flirting is not too obvious.

If it weren't for the wrong time and occasion, Rong Zixian would let Wen Ling know what the consequences of a few blind flirts at any time would be.

Unfortunately, not yet.

Last night, he had exhausted the little girl, and if he continued to toss, he would feel distressed.

Therefore, you have to endure it with restraint.

Rong Zixian would show himself weak, pitiful and helpless, and even stood beside Wen Ling who didn't dare to speak.

Looking at Rong Zixian like this, Song Fenglin was even more angry.

What's the difference between this and having a little white face?

Although he didn't think that Wen Ling was a smart person, compared to other female cultivators in the sect, Wen Ling at least had a little brain, but now he looked at it.

It's a bit of a brain, but when you meet a man, this brain becomes a love brain.

Rong Zixian is in Song Fenglin's eyes, if he has no ability, if he wants money, what do he want, what does Wen Lingtu have?

She is a female cultivator who is unprofitable and can't afford to be early, and no one in the outer disciples knows her.

Now that's ......

Isn't it Rong Zixian who still has a hidden identity?

Considering this, Song Fenglin didn't want to make too much trouble.

Therefore, nodding slightly, it was regarded as a greeting, but he just looked at Rong Zixian's gaze, which was very unfriendly.

It's a pity that Wen Ling didn't want to pay attention to him, and even wanted to give him a roll of the eyes.

But thinking about it, everyone is still in the same door, save some face, don't make too much trouble.

In addition, he really gave a blank eye, in case he angered Rong Zixian again.

Sick Jiao is a creature, it's really hard to guess his thoughts.

Therefore, Wen Ling decided to ignore it directly, which was the safest and most reassuring for Rong Zixian.

Facts have proved that Wen Ling is right to do this.

Seeing that Wen Ling didn't look much and didn't ask much, he just passed by indifferently, and the darkness that had surged up in Rong Zixian's heart slowly calmed down.

Although he is still in the shadows, he is ready to be restless again, but at least, he will not run out directly now, and then become perverted.

"In the future, when no one is around, call me Zixian." Rong Zixian felt that hearing the name Rong Xian from Wen Ling's mouth was really not very pleasant.

It's his name, but it's still a simplified name.

What other people call him, Rong Zixian doesn't care at all.

But the little girl he loves, he hopes that the other party can call him by his real name.

The kind that is particularly intimate.

(End of chapter)