Chapter Seventy-Five: What a Soft Bed
Su Shiyi also glared at Zhang Jianting angrily, ready to draw his sword,
"Third Senior Brother!"
You want to die again!
Zhang Jianting laughed dryly,
"Just kidding."
He regained his serious appearance, looked at Sang Luo, and said,
"I don't have any money."
"But you should be here to spend a few days in the Fuchuan Secret Realm, and it is impossible to return to Xuanyuan Sect for these few people."
"But I'm different, I've been down the mountain with my little junior sister for half a year, it's not bad for this secret realm, I'm about to return to the sect, I can help you send it back by the way!"
"How?"
Zhang Jianting said, winking at Sang Luo,
"I'm the top three in the Kunwu Sword Sect's Xiaotian List, and with my escort, I will definitely be able to help you send people back smoothly."
"Besides, the price of my dart run is not low."
Sang Luo felt justified when she heard this, and she looked at Pei Jingxing.
Pei Jingxing waved his hand,
"Listen to you."
He fed the dogs for half a day's income.
Sang Luo raised his eyebrows,
"Okay, deal."
“..........”
As soon as he heard Sang Luo's words, Zhang Jianting packed up overnight and took his little junior sister to carry the three monks who spread rumors and ran in the direction of Xuanyuan Sect.
After dealing with this matter, Pei Jingxing took Sang Luo and his party into the largest inn in Liuyun City and asked for four upper rooms.
This is the first time Song Qingyun has lived in the room, and she is very surprised by everything, as soon as she enters the door, she rolls on the bed several times, and her eyes are full of bright light.
"Senior sister, it's such a soft bed, do you want to come up and sit down too."
As he spoke, he called Huahua out of the spirit beast space.
Good things to share with Huahua!
Sang Luo looked at the black and white giant panda, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and he was about to rush forward to pet the panda when he was grabbed by Chu Yanshu's wrist.
The girl's steps paused and turned to look at him, with doubts in her eyes,
"Senior Brother Chu, is there something?"
Chu Yanshu was just a subconscious move, not wanting her to run to make Song Qingyun's bed, but at this time, she swept over with a puzzled gaze, and he didn't know what to say for a while.
So, the young man lowered his eyes slightly, and seemed a little awkward,
"I have something to tell you."
As he spoke, he grabbed Sang Luo's wrist and went back to his room.
Song Qingyun's joy has not been shared, and when he saw the person, he left, and he immediately wanted to catch up.
"Senior brother, what you want to say to your senior sister, I also want to listen!"
But the next moment, with a bang, he was locked out of the door.
Pei Jingxing heard the movement, came out of his room, and glanced at Song Qingyun,
"What are you going to do?!"
Song Qingyun's eyes were full of innocence, and he complained,
"Third senior brother, junior brother doesn't take me when he talks to senior sister."
Pei Jingxing glanced at him,
"The two of them are unmarried couples, why do you want to take you with you when you whisper? You idiot! ”
After saying this, he slammed the door shut.
I really don't want to talk to this stupid sword cultivator who lacks roots!
Song Qingyun was despised by his junior brother After being despised by his senior brother, he touched his nose and went back to the bedroom with his giant panda in his arms.
Hmph, if you don't let you listen, you won't let you listen, he has flowers.
“………”
In the room, Chu Yanshu and Sang Luo looked at each other.
They were speechless for a while.
Sang Luo is dark, shouldn't this guy be stimulated by someone mentioning him as a waste today?
Is he going to divorce her?
Chu Yanshu was silent for a moment, and he couldn't think of what to say to her for a while.
And so—
"I know you're not a waste anymore, if you want to get out of the marriage, just quit!"
"Are you trying to get out of town tonight?"