Su Wuyao was looked at by him like this, the happier he became, and the more nymphomaniac he became: Yo yo yo, is this scared by my beautiful face in the prosperous world? God arranged for her to be reborn like this, I think she felt that her body in the previous life was not perfect enough, right?

Think about it, how beautiful can a beggar who has been a beggar for almost ten years be? It's all a pair of calloused hands, alas!

But now it's okay, she not only saved her life, but also met the person she liked, which was perfect!

The man on the other side only looked at her silently and did not speak.

Seeing that the young man in front of him kept smirking, Leng Fengqing became more and more puzzled.

He has been practicing in Cangling Mountain with his master since he was a child, and although he has not seen many people, he is not a normal person, a man or a woman, and he can still identify it. Could it be that the plague pig just now was too terrifying, and it frightened this little brother? As a result, he can't distinguish between men and women, and he can't even tell his own gender?

This good little boy, although he is not extraordinary, but he is also handsome, how can he call himself a "little woman"?

Leng Fengqing really didn't understand, and he couldn't find the crux of the problem after thinking about it for a long time.

Seeing that the other party was only fourteen or fifteen years old, he tied a simple bun with a rough wooden hairpin, and sewed and mended in a coarse linen clothes, but the pulp was clean. Even though he was chased by the plague pig and fled in the wilderness just now, it was stained with a lot of dirt, but it was all fresh and there were no old stains.

Alas! Leng Fengqing sighed secretly: That's it, it must be a poor young man, who encounters a thrilling adventure and escapes from death, and his brain is not good for a while, which is also human nature.

But he was not a man of words, and for a moment he did not know how to comfort him, so he tried to find the right words before speaking.

After waiting for a long time and not waiting for an answer, and being looked at with such strange eyes, Su Wuyao knew that something was wrong no matter how stupid he was. She lowered her head slightly and looked at herself from bottom to top, even if she was poorly dressed, she wouldn't be taken for a fool, right?

Could it be that she just laughed too silly and nymphomaniac?

But she didn't smile now, and the handsome guy didn't put away his pity and helpless gaze. What went wrong? Could it be that he thought that he was going to repay him with a personal promise, and he felt abrupt and shy, so he was embarrassed to say?

Probably so!

After thinking about it, Su Wuyao decided to break the deadlock: "Ahem, I'll just ask the name of Daxian, don't think about it......"

"Cangling Mountain is cold and clear." I really didn't want to bully a person with a bad brain, so Leng Fengqing immediately opened his mouth.

Seeing that the other party was holding the sword and arching his hand to introduce himself, he was very solemn, and Su Wuyao also hurriedly gave up his hand, and introduced him in a matter-of-fact manner: "Tianjie Su Wuyao." ”

Leng Fengqing frowned, and said in his heart: When did Tianjie have a sect named after a place? He hadn't heard that Xu had been in retreat for too long.

"Young Master Su."

"Cold ......" The two of them spoke at the same time, but Su Wuyao's words were suffocated. Hearing Leng Fengqing's name, she was instantly dumbfounded.

What the hell is Su Gongzi? She, she, she's a good female doll, how did she become a son? Su Wuyao instantly had the urge to scold again, and reached out in a panic to touch his chest to determine his gender.

The moment she raised her hand to get closer, she caught a glimpse of Leng Fengqing's surprised gaze, she smiled awkwardly, wittily raised her hand up in a proper manner, and pretended to arrange her hair in a bun: "Hehe, Daxian, you say it first, I'll comb my hair." ”

Although she was in a hurry just now and took the opportunity to change the direction of her hands, with her cold insight, she had already seen her original goal.

Leng Fengqing's thoughts turned back and forth in his head, he had never seen a man touch his chest by himself, isn't this young man really sick?