Chapter 317 Jianghu: Demon Cult Witch (5)

Jiaoyang lowered her head and looked at the finished product in front of her.

"I can also write, but I just don't want to!" Jiaoyang puffed up her face, eager to prove herself, and shook the brush around.

She doesn't like others to question her abilities in any aspect.

Seeing the little girl in front of him pouting her red lips, with dissatisfaction written all over her face, the man couldn't help but laugh for a while, stepped forward, and calmly stopped her hand from holding a brush that was maliciously flying ink dots.

Jiaoyang lowered her eyelashes and looked at the hand he placed on her wrist, the corners of her lips slightly twitching. It seemed like a light touch, but she felt it was difficult to move her wrist.

There is also this calligraphy that seems simple, but is actually sharp and restrained. It is said that reading words is like looking at people. A person's calligraphy and painting happen to be the best reflection of what kind of person he is.

The strange and uneasy feeling in my heart grew bigger and bigger.

Even if they are prepared, can the heavily armed Sheng family resist Yuan Mingqi? Not necessarily, Yuan Mingqi never does anything he is not sure about. But now that he has come here in disguise, isn't it unnecessary?

Or rather, as the leader of the martial arts alliance, the Sheng family has what he wants here.

There were only two days, maybe she should do something even if she was the only one who could survive in the end.

Before Jiao Yang could raise her head, she felt a hand on her head.

The corner of her mouth twitched, and he stroked her head like a puppy. The man chuckled lightly, with a slender face, as beautiful as a woman, and said softly: "Then you promise me that you will write in this font from now on.

Okay?"

Why?

Jiaoyang blinked and looked at him as if he was about to leave, so she suddenly raised her head: "Why?"

He lowered his head to look at her, and she raised her eyebrows and glanced at him. At that moment, their lips accidentally touched, and her lips gently brushed the corner of his mouth. She felt soft and gentle.

It was slightly cool, and he seemed to have feathers fidgeting at the tip of his heart, carrying a subtle electric current that was fleeting.

His breathing was slightly stifled, and his eyes were stagnant at that moment. He lowered his head and looked at her with a somewhat unbelievable look. Then Jiaoyang could feel that the gentle mask on this man was broken in an instant.

He looked at her with squinted eyes, and the air pressure suddenly dropped, bringing with it gusts of cold wind, making it extremely cold.

Jiaoyang opened her eyes wide. Even if it was only for a moment, there might not even be a change of 0.01 seconds using modern timing methods, but she saw it clearly.

Perhaps out of the instinct of small animals to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, she now realizes that this man is dangerous. Oh, she is not an animal.

"Jiaoyang. Jiaoyang!"

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside. The door was suddenly opened, and a woman in a snow-white dress hurried over, looking at her with eyes full of worry, and her eyes gradually filled with tears.

Jiaoyang didn't know what she looked like. Anyway, no matter what she looked like, she was as beautiful as a fairy in her heart at this moment.

Jiaoyang rushed towards the woman, then pushed her out mercilessly and hid behind her.

It was also at this time that Jiao Yang saw Guo'er standing behind the woman. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Where have you been?"

Guo'er lowered his head: "Little miss, the leader and the eldest lady are back, and Guo'er went to greet them. Guo'er saw that the eldest lady was really anxious, so he went ahead and brought her over to see you."

"Oh?" Jiaoyang smiled brightly, with the corners of her mouth slightly curved.

"You kid, why are you still so reckless?"

Sheng Qingyuan turned her around, and a face that was five points similar to her own was magnified in front of her. It was extremely beautiful. But unlike her, who was more delicate and naive like a girl, Sheng Qing's facial features were open.

Yuan, more heroic spirit.

Just like the female heroes in TV dramas, women are not inferior to men.

Sheng Qingyuan looked her up and down, pinched her face, feeling very distressed. Her usually heroic brows relaxed, and her eyes were as gentle as water: "...lost weight."

"Where is it?"

Jiaoyang looked at the gentle woman in front of her and was stunned for a moment. Then she looked away, as if something suddenly occurred to her, she blinked her eyes and said tentatively: "Sister? Have you ever thought about changing your last name? For example, last name.

easy?"

"What?" Sheng Qingyuan didn't react. After she came to her senses, she pushed her head helplessly, and the corners of her mouth twitched, "I was seriously ill. Why did I still look like a brat when I woke up? What nonsense did I say? But that's fine.

.At least it proves that your brain is not burned out."

Jiaoyang covered her head and curled her lips.

Sheng Qingyuan forced her to wear an amulet that was so filthy under Jiaoyang's eyes.

Then she held the amulet in her hand, the corner of her mouth twitched, and in a blink of an eye she looked at the gentle tenderness in her sister's eyes when she touched that handsome man, and felt doubly missing.

"Master Yuan"

The man's gloominess had all receded, he put one hand behind his back, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and smiled back at her.

The two of them stood together, forming a beautiful picture.

Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows and hid behind her sister, planning to find an opportunity to sneak away.

"Little Jiaoyang Jiaoyang"

She heard someone calling her.

Jiaoyang turned around, and there was a little boy in purple robe hiding behind the wall, staring at her with dark eyes and waving to her.

"Cousin Huangfuyan?"

Jiaoyang lifted up the hem of her skirt that was spread out on the ground, turned around and glanced at the two men like a thief, then quickly stepped away, and her tender and white hands like lotus joints were caught by the little boy.
Chapter completed!