Liu Ningning looked up and swept around, but he didn't see which direction or person the extremely coercive glance just now came from.

Wen Ling was ruled out by Liu Ningning early on.

After all, according to Wen Ling's relationship, even if she is a three-spirit root, she will not be thrown to the outer door.

It's like her, obviously Sanlinggen, and she can be regarded as a little talent, but she still has to be honestly thrown to the outer door.

In the inner door, there is no room for her talent and spiritual roots.

Liu Ningning felt that if Wen Ling was replaced by Wen Ling is three spirit roots, he was afraid that he would have already entered the inner door of Danfeng.

After all, people have backgrounds, the adopted daughter of the peak master.

Liu Ningning didn't like Wen Ling, one was because she liked Song Fenglin, and the other was because she was jealous of Wen Ling's identity background.

If she had such a background......

Every time he thought of this, Liu Ningning couldn't wait to bite a mouthful of little white teeth.

After excluding Wen Ling, looking at the outer disciples in this dining hall, because the clothes were uniform, and they were not dressed in white, it could be seen that the inner disciples did not come to eat.

So, who will it be?

If anyone has the ability, where is the need to stay outside the door?

Isn't it, a demon clan has infiltrated the sect?

When she realized this, Liu Ningning shuddered, feeling that she was thinking too much, and she immediately abandoned this.

He started looking around again.

She was once so close to the truth, so close that she could reach out and touch it again.

Unfortunately, in the end, they drifted away and had no way of knowing all this.

After Rong Zixian glanced at it, he retracted his gaze lightly.

In front of Wen Ling, or in front of everyone, he was still the silent, withdrawn and even somewhat unsociable outer disciple.

"Eating this, it tastes good." Wen Ling's taste is light, so the meals are more green, and Rong Zixian's favorite flower and leaf vegetables are specially beaten.

At this time, this is what Rong Zixian is clipped to.

Rong Zixian actually didn't think he liked any dish, not to mention that he had already opened the valley, if it wasn't for pretending to be some, he wouldn't even want to eat these mortal things.

As for liking to eat flowers and leaves, it's just a weakness that Rong Zixian wants to expose to others.

A person always has to be a little weak, not so invulnerable, to appear less unfathomable, and not to attract the attention of others.

It seems that he has a good image now, although he is taciturn, but he has his own preferences and habits.

If you think about it, that is, a layman, nothing special, after a long time, others will understand it, and they will not guard against themselves.

At this time, looking at the dishes that Wen Ling sandwiched, coupled with the little girl's smiling eyebrows, Rong Zixian suddenly felt that in fact, the flowers and leaves looked good.

If Wen Ling thinks he likes it, then he can like it.

Anyway, these things, in his eyes, are just ordinary things that have no taste and use.

One more bite or one less bite doesn't make a difference.

If you can make the little girl happy because of this......

When he realized what he was thinking, Rong Zixian was actually stunned in his heart.

He hadn't thought that he still needed to please others.

Even the current demon king, his biological father, still needs to look at his face and act, let alone others?

The people of the demon clan are afraid of him, afraid of him, they don't need it at all, and it's not worth his trouble to please.

As for these decent people?

Pleasing them?

It's a sweet dream, there's a lot of it in there.

But now, he subconsciously wants to please a soft and squeamish little girl.

(End of chapter)