Isn't this little cub the reincarnation of a drama spirit? It's too good to act.

You yourself poured urine on the top of someone's head, and they haven't cleaned you up yet, but you have been wronged first, and you are a little white lotus.

The corners of Ye Qiantong's mouth twitched speechlessly.

However, Ning Xuan heard its cry, quickly turned around, and saw the little lion cub with tears on his face, and he was very distressed.

Ning Xuan ran up guiltily and coaxed it with a whining: "Ouch, my little ancestor, don't cry, don't cry, it's all my uncle's fault, is it okay for my uncle to punish himself?" ”

As he spoke, he still raised his hand to pat his cheek in style, screaming while patting back, crooked his eyes and twisted his mouth, it seemed to hurt.

Seeing this, the little lion cub giggled again as the storm cleared.

The green tendons on the forehead of Ye Qiantong jumped, and she looked at these two naïve guys speechlessly.

However, because of this, Ye Qiantong glanced at him more, and the identity of this handsome young man was not simple at first glance.

If someone else is peeed on the top of the head by a small lion, he may faint to death, and then blow up and get up and kill it viciously, tearing it apart.

But he didn't want to, Ning Xuan was still good-natured to play with it.

But what the hell is my uncle?

Ye Qiantong said angrily: "Okay, okay, I've really convinced the two of you, it's as naïve as a three-year-old child." ”

"Huh~" Ning Xuan's eyes sparkled in surprise: "You finally spoke~"

Ye Qiantong glanced at him angrily: "If you don't speak, you will be noisy to death." ”

Ning Xuan grabbed the head of the messy chicken nest, laughed, turned his head and glared at the little lion cub fiercely: "Did you hear it, say you are the noisiest." ”

The little lion cub snorted arrogantly, and found a comfortable place to nest in Ye Qiantong's arms, so that he didn't want to take care of him.

"There's a river ahead, go clean up." Hitomi Yachichi pointed ahead.

Ning Xuan said happily, "Okay", and ran over to clean up his messy hair.

The two elders who followed in the shadows rolled their eyes speechlessly, the young master of their Feather Hall was invincible outside, but in front of this little girl, he was stupid, like a second child.

The two elders silently looked up at the sky.

Ye Qiantong originally wanted to let the little lion cub come down for a stroll, but when she saw groups of pedestrians appearing one after another nearby, she dispelled this idea, so as not to cause a lot of trouble.

Soon, Ning Xuan came back, and after cleaning up, he turned back into that handsome, good-looking and sunny beautiful boy.

"Is there something big going to happen in this imperial capital? Watch these people rush to the imperial capital one after another. Ye Qiantong asked out loud as she walked.

Ning Xuan glanced at her in surprise and said, "Don't you know? The Heavenly Ranking Tournament will start soon, and these are representatives of all major factions who have come to participate in the Heavenly Ranking Competition. ”

A trace of confusion flashed in Ye Qiantong's eyes, and he asked puzzledly, "Heavenly Ranking Competition?" ”

Ning Xuan was even more surprised: "Aren't you from the imperial capital?" Don't even know about the Sky Leaderboard Competition? ”

Ye Qiantong really doesn't know what the Heavenly Ranking Tournament is, since she was five years old, she has been trapped in the small broken courtyard by Ye Qianxue, the gate is not out, the second door is not stepping, basically she doesn't know anything, many things are only understood after she is reborn.

Seeing her like this, Ning Xuan thought about it, and suddenly realized: "Seeing that you look so immortal, you must be the appearance of the Jiuju family's dedication to cultivation, you should have just come out of the mountain, right?" No wonder it is not clear about the Heavenly Leaderboard Competition. ”

Yachitomi was silent, and did not correct his conjecture.

Ning Xuan smiled and said loudly: "The Heavenly Ranking Competition, held every three years, brings together elite-level players from all major sects in each country, and the top twenty players among the ten major forces of the four countries will eventually be selected, and these people will be eligible to enter the Divine Tomb Heaven. ”