Chapter 625： Avenue Soaring 55

Chapter 625 The avenue soars 55

Compared with before, it was just an unobtrusive action. Now Wen Ling’s words are directly telling everyone that she has a master, so there is no need to worry about it in the future.

This kind of no evasiveness is not Wen Ling's usual style.

Could it be that this little spicy chicken Rongxian is really outstanding?

Song Fenglin's gaze was on Rong Zixian's body, looking up and down three ways.

If it weren't for the generous confession of being addicted to Wen Ling, and taking the initiative to approach, or even gently holding his hand, Rong Zixian felt that he could slap Song Fenglin's ten small brains.

However, what he cherishes more now is...

lowered his eyes lightly, watching Wen Ling holding his hand.

The skins of both people are exceptionally fair, Rong Zixian's whiteness is morbid, unusually white, and excessively white.

The whiteness of Wen Ling is the delicate whiteness of the little girl, which is pleasing to the eyes just by looking at it.

Of course, what makes Rong Zixian happy is that at this moment, the two people's hands are held together and their fingers are interlocking.

One is warm and the other is cold, but the little girl doesn't dislike it at all, even holding it tightly, occasionally she will skin it, hook her palm with her fingertips, and it's not too obvious.

If it wasn't the time and the occasion, Rong Zixian would let Wen Ling know what the consequences would be for a few messes at all times.

Unfortunately, not yet.

Last night, he had already exhausted the little girl, and if he continued to toss, he would feel distressed.

So, you have to bear with restraint.

Rong Zixian would appear weak, pitiful and helpless, even standing next to Wen Ling who didn't dare to speak much.

Looking at such Rong Zixian, Song Fenglin became even more angry.

What's the difference between this and raising a little white face?

Although he didn't think that Wen Ling was a smart person, compared with other female cultivators in the sect, Wen Ling had at least some brains, but now he has a look.

is a bit of a brain, but when you meet a man, this brain becomes a love brain.

In Song Fenglin’s eyes, Rong Zixian wanted to have no skills, no money, nothing to want, what did Wen Lingtu mean?

She is a female cultivator who is not profitable and cannot afford to be early. No one outside disciple knows her.

Now this is...

Could it be that Rong Zixian still hides his identity?

Considering this, Song Fenglin is not too troublesome.

So, he nodded slightly, and said hello, but looked at Rong Zixian's gaze, which was very unfriendly.

Unfortunately, Wen Ling didn't want to pay attention to him, and even wanted to give him a roll of eyes.

But thinking about it, everyone is still the same, so keep your face and don’t be too stiff.

Plus, I really rolled my eyes, in case Rong Zixian is angered again.

Bingjiao is a creature, it’s really hard to guess his mind.

Therefore, Wen Ling decided to ignore it directly. This is the safest and most reassuring for Rong Zixian.

Facts have proved that Wen Ling's approach is correct.

Looking at Wen Ling, he didn't look much, and didn't ask too much. He just passed by indifferently, Rong Zixian's darkness that had originally surged in his heart slowly returned to peace.

Although it is still in the dark, ready to be restless again at any time, but at least, it will not run out directly now and then become perverted.

"From now on, when there is no one, call me Zixian." Rong Zixian felt that hearing the name Rongxian from Wen Ling's mouth was really unpleasant.

Although that is also his name, it is still a simplified name after all.

How other people call him, Rong Zixian doesn't care at all.

But the beloved little girl, he hopes that the other party can call her real name.

The kind that is particularly intimate.

(End of this chapter)