"Little guy, what are you doing?" Seeing a little kid rushing into the duel between him and the scholar, Yang Lei immediately panicked. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info There was no option to bully the weak in his educational philosophy since he was a child, and when Ling Xian'er's child-like body broke in, he was really stunned. I want to reclaim my power.

But half of the shots are made, and Yang Lei is also powerless! He can only try his best to change his track. I didn't want to hit Ling Xian'er's body.

In a panic, Yang Lei caught a glimpse of the face of the person in front of him.

That delicate little face, cute Joan nose. The big eyes of Shuiwanwan exude a longing gaze. Her jet-black hair dances in the wind, and her beautiful brows adorn her eyes. That touch of red lips is seductive. That glacier-like temperament, that snow-like temperament.

With just one glance, Ling Xian'er's still open body bewildered Yang Lei, a rich kid.

Don't look at Ling Xian'er, she only belongs to the fourth rank in the rank, and she has just entered the monks. There are also fifth, sixth, and sixth grades in the back.

But it should be remembered that it is not easy for women to be friars. How many people who love beauty have been tormented during the refining period. Body refining is to constantly temper one's body so that oneself can withstand the true qi. A woman like Mei Niang is a rare beauty in the eyes of the monk. Why bother is Ling Xian'er such a temperamental beauty.

Beauties are divided into three, six, and nine. But it's too rare, and many powerful people don't want to find a female companion to accompany him through his life. But after all, it's just a matter of finding a woman in the world to pass on the ancestry.

How many years can a monk live? The lifespan of the condensation period alone has increased several times, and two or three hundred years old is too common. It is not for nothing that some masters are thousands of years old.

And this level is the limit of what people can bear. Just like in the world, what kind of situation is it in the eyes of those rich people who think that those commoners think they are beautiful women. Or will some dignitaries lose their temper for those beauties?

Yes, but only in the minority. And the higher the official position, the deeper the self-cultivation. The more resistant there is to these. Of course, it's not abstinence, but a degree of self-control.

We can't help but fantasize about some beautiful things, and even do things that we usually don't dare to imagine or do. But after we think we are 'mature', when we think about it, we always feel very naïve. No matter what language you use, excuse yourself to avoid him.

But when that person is more beautiful than he imagined. You will find that all this is very worthwhile, this is beauty!

The same is true in this hierarchy. No matter how much self-control there is in the world, you will lose your mind for the third-class beauty. Among monks, no matter how high the realm is, they will take a second look at her.

It is undeniable that beauty is sometimes a weapon. It's also deadly.

Ling Xian'er is a fourth-class high-level beauty, and it is not too simple to charm these sons who have never seen the world. Sometimes Mei Niang often looks at Ling Xian'er's pretty face in a daze.

In this segment, Ling Xian'er is both male and female. Wait until the future, when Ling Xian'er is fully open and her body is fully developed. I don't know how charming it is! I don't know how many people will give up everything for Ling Xian'er?

Everything is still unknown.

But now Yang Lei, who is just a quick glimpse, has been fascinated. Although Ling Xian'er was still young and couldn't do some things, the last thing a monk lacked was time. And isn't it fun to watch the woman you love grow up slowly?

Yang Lei had awakened something unknown, and a voice sounded in his head, he must let Ling Xian'er be his wife, and he would not change it in this life.

The strong wind blew on his face, and Yang Lei was stunned. He immediately looked at the scholar, only to see that the scholar was still wielding his sword murderously, and he didn't make any moves.

Yang Lei suddenly felt that his head was about to explode, and his eye sockets were about to overflow with blood. Not once did he feel so angry. No, there was a time when the father was ruthless and abandoned them, and when the figure of the father who had been muttering, that helplessness was similar to this time.

Scholar, this is going to destroy flowers with hot hands!

And he turned his forces elsewhere, and there was no time to rescue. How much he hated at this time. Hate yourself why move the power away. Why fight everywhere, why can't you let go of your heart.

But if he really let go, will he meet her again?

"Ah, if you hurt her in the slightest. I know the ends of the earth more than I hunt you down. ”

Yang Lei shouted helplessly

In the chaos, the scholar was also helpless when he heard Yang Lei's shouting. He made a temporary breakthrough, and his whole body was full of strength, and he didn't vomit or feel unhappy. How can you stop it. In normal times, how could he possibly do something to Ling Xian'er. Let's not say that Ling Xian'er is his master, how can he not dare to deceive his teacher and destroy his ancestors! Moreover, Ling Xian'er also saved his and Mei Niang's lives, how dare he, how can he do something to Ling Xian'er.

Besides, whether to fight or not is it still a problem?

Because he roasted a wild rabbit with a sword to eat, he was taught not to want it, and the skin was open!

They used to be like that, and it was not uncommon for weapons to be used in the right places, and sometimes to act as a grill. For a while, he forgot that Ling Xian'er was still beside him.

It is also self-inflicted to be taught a lesson.

However, since you can't beat Ling Xian'er, let's try how many catties and taels you have after breaking through!

This made Yang Lei angry again. Damn! This man not only did not slow down his attack, but also intensified it. Yang Lei vowed to cut this person with a thousand knives.

Ignoring what they thought, Ling Xian'er still had this thing to do, she looked at the two completely different swords. Gently put his hand on it.

The two swords couldn't move in Ling Xian'er's hands.

Don't look at Yang Lei's incredible gaze. She stared at the 'emerald' sword and said slowly

"Is it okay for you to give me this, well, you can buy it with money. ”

Suddenly, Yang Lei was stupid.

"Huh?"