Yuan Hao's eyebrows furrowed slightly, he didn't know whether he should truthfully report his name, he was confused for a while, and pondered: "Du and I are vying to stay in Fuxian first, firstly, to avoid the pursuit of the Dao Alliance, so as to gain time to practice, and secondly, to Mozhu...... Bamboo Girl's bounty order, as long as the bounty order is not removed for a day, we will have a lot of inconvenience in action, I tried my best to save Bamboo Girl, the original intention was also to let her remove the bounty order, if you say her real name, should it be appropriate?"

Zhu Lingqian looked at him with a tangled look, and asked with a faint smile, "People say their real names, but you refuse to speak, are you unwilling? Or can't you say your real names?"

A sentence flew from outside the sky, as if he had been stabbed from behind, and Yuan Hao was shocked and panicked in an instant, sweating coldly, and he almost didn't scream, and hurriedly said, "No, no, how can I have it?"

As Zhu Lingqian said, Yuan Hao was reluctant to say his real name, after all, Yuan Hao and Yuan Yue, both surnamed Yuan, and both made a mallet, such a coincidence, ordinary people will inevitably be suspicious, not to mention a painter with strong visual skills? At that time in the Holy Sect Hidden Cave, Yuan Hao knew that Zhu Lingqian was Miss Mozhu, and tried every possible way, but he was unwilling to use the black mallet in front of Zhu Lingqian, because he was afraid that he was wearing women's clothes, and once he picked up the mallet, he would naturally arouse suspicions.

As for escaping Yunyun in the future and using a black mallet to fight, it was really a helpless move, at that time Yuan Hao didn't know that Zhu Lingqian knew martial arts, and thought that if he didn't use a mallet to fight and miss this opportunity, the two would definitely fall into the hands of the Holy Sect again.

Seeing that Zhu Lingqian smiled for a while, he didn't speak again, and a pair of bright eyes stared at him quietly, exuding an awe-inspiring force. Yuan Hao didn't dare to look at the pair of eyes at all, his eyes wandered, and he knew in his heart that if he didn't say why, the other party would never give up, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Naturally, my surname is still Yuan, the word Hao. 」

Zhu Lingqian let out a long "um" for a long time, nodded, took out a brush from his sleeve, grabbed Yuan Hao's palm, turned over the palm, and quickly wrote down the word "Hao", "But this Hao?"

The sheep at the front of the brush swiped gently, Yuan Hao felt an itch in his palm, and he was so unhappy, and wondered, "Why does she have to write it on my hand?"

Zhu Lingqian then grabbed his other hand, turned his palm and continued, this time a big "Hao" word appeared in front of him, and said, "Is this Hao?" Yuan Hao nodded.

Zhu Lingqian smiled and praised: "What a Hao! One day at a time, this word is originally the meaning of the vast and boundless, but when it comes to Yuan Shaoxia, it becomes the sun pressing on the sky, which means that you are not willing to be bound by the sky, be free, and do whatever you want. She knew Yuan Hao's real name, and she no longer called him "Yuan Er's sister", but changed her name to "Yuan Shaoxia", but she felt a little alienated.

Yuan Hao was quite surprised when he heard Zhu Lingqian praise his name vigorously, thinking that since he was a child, he had never been praised like this, and he only felt a heat at the root of his ears, his heart was pounding, and he was a little embarrassed. In the past, whether it was the people of Yinghai Island or the people of the outer islands, if they didn't know his character and didn't want to be persecuted by him, they all scolded and hated, where would there be good words and praise?

He secretly raised his eyes to look, and saw that she was still a little childish on the face of a goose, smiling, and the skin after washing and bathing was more like Shengxue, which could be broken by blowing. Especially the pair of eyes, for a while I felt that she was angry, cold and difficult to approach, and then I felt that she was smiling, like a spring breeze, as if she could really speak.

Now that no one is chasing, in a good place, there is some leisure, when I came to my senses, Zhu Lingqian in front of me is worthy of a stunning beauty embryo.

Zhu Lingqian suddenly smiled and asked, "Yes, Yuan Shaoxia, what did you say you came all the way for?"

Yuan Hao laughed and said, "Bamboo girl, I, Yuan Hao, am just a grass farmer in the countryside, Bamboo Girl doesn't need to scream as a young man, I don't sound weird. The word Yuan Hao, whatever you want to call it, you can do it. 」

Zhu Lingqian was slightly stunned, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll call you Yuan Hao, don't call me Bamboo Girl, let's go through hardships together for a few days, what kind of character do you have, I probably know it thoroughly, if you call me like this, it doesn't seem right." When she said this, she was playful and bold, and at first glance, there was a feeling that a woman would not let her eyebrows go.

She then asked, "You're not here for painting, but for what? If I can help, it's not impossible to get busy." 」

When Yuan Hao heard this, he was overjoyed, swallowed his saliva, and hurriedly said, "Miss Ling Qian, can you revoke the bounty order painting?"

Zhu Lingqian sighed, and said strangely: "Revocation?" His mind turned around, remembering that at that time in the Tibetan cave, Yuan Hao had also mentioned this matter, and now that the old matter was brought up again, he was confused, and said, "Ah! This bad boy, does he think I don't look good?"

She thought about it for a while, but she still couldn't figure it out, she wanted to smile lightly and ask the reason, but her eyes turned, and she happened to catch a glimpse of the black mallet tied to Yuan Hao's waist, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she said, "...... Yuan?" Confused, looking at Yuan Haowu wearing the green dress that night, he felt that he was about to think of something, and muttered, "Yuan Yue?"

Yuan Hao heard the word "Yuan Yue", his heart jumped suddenly, and he didn't have time to answer, seeing that the bright and bright eyes were slightly bright, and he looked at it, although there was no compelling intention, but there was a feeling of being seen through, first the head, face, neck, upper body, lower body, and then looked at it again, cold sweat flowed wildly on his back, and he was inexplicably nervous.

As he expected, as soon as he mentioned his name, he still let Zhu Lingqian look at it.

He was anxious and afraid, but he didn't dare to show his emotions on his face, thinking, "Suffer, suffer! Sure enough, let her see that something is wrong, I have to think about it, I have to think about it, otherwise it will be very bad!"

So far, Yuan Hao will no longer say what he wants to do to Miss Mozhu, after all, he didn't know at the beginning, this painter with painting skills is just a little girl less than fifteen years old, if he wants to make a move, Yinghaidao and the others will definitely find a way to shirk the responsibility, and then they can't bear to do it, and finally it will be over.

At that moment, Yuan Hao only felt that the crisis was at the moment, and he didn't dare to take his eyes off Zhu Lingqian for a moment, for fear that if she was not careful, she would see what she couldn't do.

At this time, I suddenly heard Zhu Lingqian smile and asked, "Yuan Hao, where did you get that mallet on your waist?"

Yuan Hao was startled, and hurriedly smiled: "This mallet, it's me and the bamboo ...... When Grandpa Bamboo caught a turtle, he didn't catch a turtle, but he fished up this mallet from the lake, and I thought that this mallet had a fate with me, so I might as well take it and play with it. Nor did he say that he had put his nets five times in a row, and that he had only caught a mallet five times in a row, and that it would be better not to say anything that was humiliating and wonderful, so as not to increase the suspicion of the other party.

The bamboo girl's eyes rolled, and she said a soft "oh" in her mouth, stared at it, nodded, and did not speak.

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