"Lingling, what are you looking at?"
Dugu Yan curiously followed Ye Lingling's gaze, but found nothing.
"It's nothing."
Ye Lingling retracted her gaze and gently shook her head.
Dugu Yan took a bite of the apricot in her hand and didn't ask further.
As if thinking of something, a teasing look appeared in her eyes, and she leaned close to Ye Lingling's ear.
She playfully said:
"Speaking of which, Lingling, I suddenly remembered"
"When the next Soul Master Competition comes, will you have already been eaten clean?"
Ye Lingling was slightly stunned, and her face gradually flushed.
She stammered, "Yan, Yanzi, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"What nonsense? You're already in bed together"
Dugu Yan curled her lips, the sweet apricot in her mouth tasted slightly sour.
She was already far behind.
She hoped that His Highness the Saint would put in some effort and make Lingling unable to handle it.
Then she, the personal maid, would have her turn.
"I, I haven't done anything, he, he's very honest."
Ye Lingling's voice became softer and softer as she spoke.
In the beginning, Qian Renxue was indeed very honest, sometimes she couldn't help it
But even after they became familiar.
It was just light kisses and touches, very measured.
"Lingling, that's now!"
Dugu Yan's face was full of seriousness, and then a meaningful smile bloomed.
"When you grow up a bit more, maybe"
As she spoke.
Dugu Yan's face revealed a vulgar smile.
Her red lips held an apricot.
One hand was loosely clenched into a circle, and the other hand was tightly clenched into a fist, throwing punches with afterimages.
When Ye Lingling saw clearly
The fist was still firm, and the loosely clenched hand was pried open and held on the wrist.
"Ah, Yanzi!"
Ye Lingling belatedly realized.
Her face flushed red as she threw a delicate fist at Dugu Yan, hitting her chest.
"Pfft! Haha."
The apricot in Dugu Yan's mouth fell to the ground, and she covered her body with her delicate hand, letting out a娇笑.
Her face was also extremely red.
"Yanzi, don't make jokes like that in the future."
No matter how quiet Ye Lingling's personality was, she couldn't stand such risqué jokes.
"Okay, I'll try my best. Haha."
Dugu Yan smiled and took out fruit from her soul tool, handing it to Ye Lingling.
Ye Lingling took a green date and put it under her veil.
She lowered her head and took a light bite.
Dugu Yan's words were still echoing in her ears, and her earlobes were red.
She should have been 절's first.
Snap!
"Lingling, this competition doesn't seem to be anything to watch, they're all weaker than me."
Dugu Yan gnawed on the green apple in her hand.
Her light green beautiful eyes, watching the stage, were filled with boredom.
If it weren't for His Highness the Saint's request, she might have participated in this year's Soul Master Competition.
"Isn't that normal?"
Ye Lingling didn't even raise her head.
She was never interested in those fights and killings.
Now she is fifteen years old and already a level 43 Soul Ancestor. Dugu Yan is sixteen years old, and her cultivation is already a level 46 Soul Ancestor.
"Yes, thanks to His Highness the Saint."
Dugu Yan propped her chin up, suddenly feeling a little annoyed.
When she was a maid in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, she clearly had the opportunity to serve His Highness in his bath.
Why didn't she cherish it at that time?!
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Just as the Blue Tyrant Academy team was fighting hard.
On the highest pillar outside the Spirit Arena, two intimate figures appeared.
Golden hair fluttered, and purple eyes were calm.
Qian Renxue quietly watched the competition below, as well as those familiar figures.
Beside him
Pink short hair fluttered in the wind, her lively beautiful eyes sparkled, and the goose-yellow dress made the girl even more youthful and fresh.
Ning Rongrong nestled under Qian Renxue's arm.
Her beautiful face was娇红, and Qian Renxue's arm was resting on her shoulder, embracing her.
Ning Rongrong held Qian Renxue's palm.
Her voice was extremely delicate.
"Saint Son, has Grandpa Sword discovered us? He seems to be looking over here all the time."
"Yes, Senior Chenxin has indeed discovered us."
Qian Renxue nodded.
Looking at the two beautiful figures snuggled together in the audience.
Ning Rongrong handed over the糖画 in her hand.
Just as she raised her head, she looked puzzled: "Saint Son? What are you looking at?"
"I'm looking at Lingling and the others."
Qian Renxue didn't hide it.
He reached out and took the 糖画 with saliva from Ning Rongrong's hand, biting it between his lips and teeth.
"Lingling? Ye Lingling?"
Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized and frowned slightly.
"Is that the Saint Son's eldest fiancée?"
"Yes."
Qian Renxue nodded.
Returning the 糖画 in his hand to Ning Rongrong
"Saint Son, can you tell Rongrong where she is?"
Ning Rongrong turned around and hugged Qian Renxue, raising her head and requesting.
Pursing her pink lips, her cheeks were slightly puffed up, looking a little unhappy.
Still under nine years old, she still showed her emotions on her face.
"Of course."
Qian Renxue didn't mind, this was a problem that had to be faced sooner or later.
He rubbed Ning Rongrong's head.
Pointing towards the direction where Ye Lingling was, he said softly:
"It's in the seventh seat on the right in the fifth row."
"Yes, I see it!"
Ning Rongrong stared intently at Ye Lingling's back.
Her little hand clenched the clothes on Qian Renxue's waist, her little body pressed tightly.
"Next to her is Poison Douluo's granddaughter, Dugu Yan."
Qian Renxue hugged Ning Rongrong's thin back, gently comforting her while introducing.
"Saint Son～"
Ning Rongrong suddenly raised her eyes to look at Qian Renxue, her voice soft and糯.
"Is she prettier than Rongrong? Is she more obedient than Rongrong?"
"Uh"
Qian Renxue was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but be啞然.
Although Ning Rongrong already had the prototype of a beauty, she was still too young after all.
Qian Renxue said meaningfully:
"Rongrong is still young, so Saint Son can't say for sure in this comparison."
"Hmph!"
Ning Rongrong嬌哼ed.
Qian Renxue had already answered her.
Lowering her head, she muttered in a low voice.
"Rongrong will grow up too! Rongrong, Rongrong will also be obedient"
"Heh, just be yourself."
Qian Renxue helplessly rubbed Ning Rongrong's秀发.
"Hmph"
Ning Rongrong shook her head, stuck out her little tongue, and licked the 糖画 in her hand.
The more she ate, the worse it tasted
Qian Renxue was helpless.
He had no choice but to hold Ning Rongrong's shoulders and continue to look down.
Turning his gaze to Liu Erlong.
He still had no clue about the sealed [Memory Loss Bead].
Ning Rongrong raised her eyes to look at Qian Renxue, gently tugging at his clothes.
"Saint Son, let's go"
"Are we going shopping again?"
Qian Renxue lowered his eyes and asked.
Ning Rongrong shook her head, actively nestled in his arms.
"Rongrong doesn't want to go shopping, Saint Son accompany Rongrong home to play for a while, reading a book is also fine."
"Alright."
Qian Renxue reached out and hugged Ning Rongrong's waist.
Ning Rongrong also cooperated, hooking her arms around Qian Renxue's neck.
The purple-black triangle enveloped them
Qian Renxue rose with the wind.
Ning Rongrong had no intention to look at the beautiful scenery below, sticking to Qian Renxue's cheek, she said 糯糯ly:
"Saint Son, will you abandon Rongrong?"
"No."
Qian Renxue smiled and took the 糖画 from Ning Rongrong's hand, gently taking a bite.
Then he brought the 糖画 to Ning Rongrong's lips.
I wish everyone a happy life!
