However, this little girl, whose face was delicate and extremely pale, glanced at herself, her eyes moved, and she lowered her eyebrows, and her face showed a little timidity, as if she hesitated.

Just as he was about to say something to comfort this little girl, Xuan Tong saw the little girl in his arms move, raised his head, looked at himself seriously, took a deep breath, and his immature voice sounded firmly.

"Thank you, brother."

Such a weak voice with a bit of milk, and some timid taste, Xuan Yun's heart moved, so he couldn't help but soften his voice, and his big palm gently rubbed the top of the little girl's hair, and asked softly:

"My name is Xuan Tong, what's your name?"

As the words came out, Xuan Tong himself was also flustered.

This coaxed the tone of a child······ How did you do it?

Looking down, Xuan Tong saw the little girl in his arms smiling softly at him, with obvious temperature, and the sound of milk sounded.

"Senior Brother Xuantong, my name is Duan Ling."

"Exhausting ······"

After a little silence, Xuan Tong was relieved, and smiled at Wan Ling, his voice was gentle, with a bit of pampering and patience:

"It turned out to be the disciple of the third uncle and the junior sister of Xiaoya."

He said a well-behaved "um", and then his eyes moved, and there was a faint sense of surprise on his face:

"Does Senior Brother Xuantong know Master and Senior Brother?"

"That's right."

Xuan Tong smiled, stretched out his hand to pick up his small body, stood up and walked towards Jian Song's yard, and at the same time slowed down, afraid that the little girl in the crook of his arm would be uncomfortable.

After all, the backlash of the mind is very painful.

And this little girl didn't say a word, and she endured it all.

It's really ······ Stubborn.

The big palm rubbed the top of his hair again, Xuan Tong paused, and his voice softened a little, "Xiao Ling, I am the closed disciple of your master uncle, and I am also the big disciple of the entire master." ”

"Oh."

Wan Ling nodded thoughtfully, and then as if he suddenly understood something, he raised his little head, raised the corners of his lips at Xuan Tong, and his eyebrows and eyes were crooked.

"That's Xiaoling's senior brother?"

"That's right."

The slender fingers lightly tapped the tip of Qian Ling's small nose, and Xuan Tong chuckled, "Xiao Ling is so smart." ”

The corners of his lips were grinned, and his smile was very bright, like a bright crescent moon in the night, with a sense of clarity and purity.

That was Xuan Tong's initial impression of Duan Ling.

Xiao Ling is a very cute little girl who laughs, is very bright, and very clear.

After that, Xuan Tong didn't know why, he was always extra indulgent to this little junior sister, and always involuntarily paid attention to his words and deeds, always trying to be gentler and softer in tone, for fear of scaring this little junior sister.

This little junior sister was afraid of herself at first, after all, she was a senior brother, and she needed to help her uncle teach other junior brothers and sisters, and she always had a straight face and was very serious.

In the division, the younger brothers and sisters also have a sense of awe for themselves.

However, for some reason, Xuan Tong didn't want Xiao Ling to be afraid of himself.

Therefore, every time he talks to Xiao Ling, Xuan Tong will involuntarily soften his voice, and his complexion will be a lot softer, trying not to be so serious.

Even, I was alone in the room and practiced in front of the mirror for a long time, just to make Xiaoling not so afraid in front of him.

Xiaoya is so gentle, always a gentle look, Xiaoling always sticks to Xiaoya.

If you are also gentle, Xiaoling will also be close to herself.

Thinking like this, the smile on his face became more and more gentle, no longer so stiff.

That time, Xiao Ling risked his life to seal the poison in his body, and when he just woke up, his body was still very weak and not suitable for too intense cultivation, so he stayed alone in the small courtyard to practice the mental method.

However, the two disciples of the master played tricks on Xiao Ling, interrupted Xiao Ling's mental cultivation, and almost caused Xiao Ling to go mad.

Xuantong, who originally went to prepare snacks for Duan Ling, noticed the turmoil of spiritual power in the backyard, so he hurried over, and saw Xiao Ling, who was spitting blood from his mouth.

At that moment, a deep sense of distress suddenly surged in Xuan Yun's heart, and the eyes of the two junior brothers were also burning with deep anger.

He hurriedly came to Duan Ling's side, grabbed Wan Ling's trembling body, stabilized her breath, and with an unceremonious wave of his other hand, the pitch-black heavy sword slashed at the two of them mercilessly.

Then, ignoring the terrible screams of the two people, Xuan Tong carried him back to the room, carefully put him on the bed, covered the quilt with gentle movements, and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt.

That time, he was very angry, and he also punished the two disciples who didn't know the severity very heavily.

Of course I was angry.

He was so cautious, and the little girl in the palm of his hand was almost killed by them.

It's infuriating.

After Xiao Ling woke up, he didn't blame the two disciples, saying that after all, he was his senior brother, and he was unintentional anyway, and he didn't mean to harm himself, so he didn't go too deep into it.

That time, Xuan Tong still touched the little girl's little head, and taught her seriously, don't be too kind, don't be too tolerant, if others are sorry for themselves, they must fight back unceremoniously.

If someone beats him, he will beat him back mercilessly, but if he can't beat him, he will come back, and he will fight!

After saying that, Xuan Tong saw that the little junior sister, who had always been silent, grinned at her pale thin lips and smiled sweetly.

For a time, the wind was clear.

After that, Xiao Ling will also pull Xuan Tong's sleeve to be coquettish, every time, no matter what Xiao Ling says she wants to eat and play, Xuan Ling does not hesitate to set off to get it, hand it over to Xuan Ling, and watch her smile sweetly at herself.

Then, Xuan Tong will feel very satisfied.

This has always been the case.

Even if she grew up slowly, became stronger, and cultivated more deeply, she would still pull her sleeves and smile sweetly at herself.

In Xuan Tong's heart, his little junior sister will always be a bright and pure girl.

It wasn't until she left the school later that the little girl cried in her arms for a long time, and after crying, she suddenly stuffed the finished snack into her hand, turned around and ran, and also used her spiritual power, and her body moved, and it was Yukong who left.

The dim sum in his palm still had a faint warm fragrance, Xuan Tong was stunned, his eyes moved, and he smiled shallowly.

This little girl······

That snack, Xuan Tong has always treasured it in his own space, specially stored in the ice of the far north, and has never been willing to eat it.

Until now.

I haven't seen him for so many years, but Xuan Tong didn't expect to see Xiaoling again in such a way.

Or in the appearance that I don't want to see the most.

Could it really be as the master said, fate dictates?