Chapter 1072

It is said that he will be a teacher for one day and a father for life. Elder Qingxu really wants to take Murong Lingtian as his son-in-law.

That's why he was so kind to Murong Lingtian, and his words made no secret of his appreciation and closeness.

But elder Qingxu didn't hear Murong Lingtian's answer. Instead, he saw Su Xi'er holding Murong Lingtian's hand grab the first.

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Elder Qingxu, a middle-aged and beautiful uncle, just looked at the harmony, but he was ethereal. How could he really be polite and respectful to the younger generation.

To say an ugly but realistic word, if you didn't have a side mind for Murong Lingtian, even with Murong Lingtian's qualification, you wouldn't let elder Qingxu see this in another eye.

After all, elder Qingxu himself is a mutated ice spirit root in ten thousand. In terms of the degree of genius, he is no worse than night non cold or Murong Lingtian. It's just a generation of new people changing old people.

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Elder Qingxu ignored Su Xier. The middle-aged uncle handsome frowned slightly, and his eyes suddenly looked at the silent Murong Lingtian.

"Ling Tian, what's the relationship between this girl and you? I asked you if you would like to be my own disciple of the ethereal peak. Why didn't you answer?"

Previously, elder Qingxu wanted to marry his beloved daughter Shen Yushuang, so he simply promised not to accept his own disciples after Murong Lingtian.

However, seeing that Su Xi'er, an ordinary female monk in the early stage of Qi refining, dared to make such a confession, elder Qingxu couldn't help but doubt Murong Lingtian a little more.

If Murong Lingtian's marriage with Shen Yushuang can't succeed, he can't be too warm to Murong Lingtian.

After all, it's not business that catches up.

Previously, Shen deceived Shuang's pursuit of night was not cold, but it almost became a laughing stock of yuezong. It is still an extremely profound lesson.

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It seems that she saw the displeasure of elder Qingxu. Su Xi'er bit her teeth and wanted to continue to steal the confession.

However, elder Qingxu had just completely restrained the pressure belonging to Yuan Ying's superior. At the moment, even if the Qi field was not released, Su Xi'er, dressed in a pink shirt, suddenly dared not speak.

She bit her lips and felt very wronged, even unspeakable fear.

In this case, Su Xi'er could only pull Murong Lingtian's sleeve timidly and look at Murong Lingtian with a pair of pleading and even humble eyes.

In front of so many questions about the Lord of yuezongfeng, Su Xier really hopes Murong Lingtian can admit his marriage to him.

When she was in Liaoyuan City, although Su Xier felt that Murong Lingtian had chosen herself, she had a kind of sky pie like disbelief and joy.

But it's not as if they don't deserve Murong Lingtian. In Su Xier's heart, they are generally right. It's natural for a woman to marry her husband Lang.

Men choose a mate downward.

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But now in the region of the immortal world, Su Xier realized that the world was so vast. She was really too ordinary. If she didn't catch Murong Lingtian, the golden turtle son-in-law, she was afraid that she would be unwilling all her life.

Su Xi'er's burning and eager eyes naturally felt Murong Lingtian.

As a result, the man somehow drifted past Su Qinghuan's face.

The little fox in red is arrogant and even ridiculed when he looks at him.

Unlike Su Xi'er in front of her, she looked so humble, as if she had been floating in the sea, and she was the last driftwood in her hand.

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I don't know why, the scene in front of him, even the man vaguely remembered the scene at the funeral of Su Qinghuan's dead mother many years ago.

He personally visited the gate of Su's house in order not to give a place to his fiancee, but to withdraw his marriage.

It is naturally extremely excessive to make such a request for a nine-year-old girl who has just lost her mother.

Murong Lingtian thought he had forgotten, but the thin little girl curled up in the corner with tears in her eyes.

She also looked at herself humbly, but she didn't even dare to come up and beg him.

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Was su Qinghuan at that time more frightened and desperate than Su Xier now?

Murong Ling Tian's heart suddenly crossed a trace of confusion. He raised a pair of ink eyes and happened to collide with Su Qinghuan, who was watching the excitement not far away.

But the little fox's eyes had completely disappeared the cowardice and fear of many years, but changed into a cold contempt.

Even though Su Qinghuan is still thin and thin, no one can think of the little girl who once curled up in the corner with tears and a red nose?

For a moment, Murong Lingtian suddenly lost his mind.

His delay in giving his answer naturally made many monks whisper.

"What is Murong Lingtian thinking? Does he still want to refuse the invitation of the ethereal peak?"

"What do you think the girl holding Murong Lingtian's hand has to do with him?"

"Are they a couple?"

"Doesn't it look like it? I noticed this Murong childe when I was at the Xiuxian market before. The girl in pink clothes who followed him served him all the way. Although they were very close, the relationship was obviously unequal."

"It's better to say that the girl looks like Murong's servant girl than a couple, and I'm not sure. She can still serve the Tongfang servant girl in other people's room."

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Hearing those unbearable comments, Su Xi'er naturally felt humiliated. However, at the moment, Qingxu shangzun was right in front of her. The other party looked at her. She was already scared out of control. Where dare she say more.

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Among the people present, Su Qinghuan probably had the most inside information. She was also happy to watch the excitement and couldn't help sighing with system 233.

"Tong'er, this Murong Lingtian is too scum. At least when he was in Liaoyuan City, Murong Lingtian promised to take care of Su Xi'er all his life. As a result, he let these people treat Su Xi'er like this? It's amazing."

"In the final analysis, Murong Lingtian is just an exquisite egoist."

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Just when Su Qinghuan thought the play was disgusting, Murong suddenly made a noise.

The man raised his robe and knelt on one knee.

"Ling Tian is naturally willing to meet the master. I'm polite."

Seeing Murong Lingtian's way, Qingxu shangzun was still somewhat satisfied. The middle-aged uncle Mei stroked his beard and his eyes lightly swept Su Xier.

"Well, well, my God, you and I will be teachers and disciples in the future."

"By the way, I don't know what's the relationship between the girl next to you and you? With her qualifications, she can't be regarded as a misty peak of income."