In fact, he didn't even know the other party's name, but he thought, what does it matter? As long as she lowers her head and begs me, I am willing to give her a chance. After all, there is still a place in the team...

Unexpectedly, the girl said: "Yes, here we come!" Then she raised her head and shouted: "Feng Qinglang, I'm here to join you!"

Feng Qinglang, who was taking a nap on the second floor of the wooden house, had to struggle to get up. He stuck his head out of the window from the second floor and said with a sleepy smile: "Hey, Beatrice, there is no team? You are welcome!"

After saying that, he also glanced at Li Yulun who was standing at the top of the small pavilion. The senior was also looking at him, and his eyes definitely had nothing to do with friendliness.

Situ Weiyang was so angry that he saw a rare and beautiful girl come to his door and threw herself into his arms when he had the chance. Who expected that the person he was looking for was not him? Forget it, that damn Feng Qinglang, who did he think he was?

Ah, if you just open your mouth and agree to this chick’s joining, where does that leave me, the spiritual leader of the team?

Seeing that Feng Qinglang had already gone downstairs, he welcomed Beatrice in and said with a smile: "You are thinking of me so late?"

Beatrice also smiled and said: "I have met a few waves of people, but they are all boring guys. I think you are more interesting, so I will join you."

Situ Weiyang couldn't help but think to herself, you are a weakling, it would be good if someone took you in. Why do you say it as if joining someone else is an honor for others? Huh, I guess this idiot Feng Qinglang will look down on her.

Who would have expected that Feng Qinglang would actually look deeply honored: "That's very flattering, thank you! Come on, go upstairs and put your luggage, and we'll go up and talk."

"..."

Situ Weiyang's anger level rose sharply again, and I became a loser, right? You really don't need my consent at all?

He turned to Nan Xinghun, who was sleeping on the chair and said: "Xinghun, it doesn't seem right for us to just let people join us so casually, right? That Feng Qinglang is your person. I wonder if you have given him too much."

become free."

Zhongnan Xinghun, who was pretending to be asleep, smiled and didn't even bother to open his eyes: "It doesn't matter, I believe in Qinglang. Since he agrees to others joining, then let that person join."

"I said Xinghun, what if I say I don't agree?" Young Master Situ was so angry that he couldn't control his tone.

Nan Xinghun finally opened his eyes, looked at Situ Weiyang in surprise and said: "Situ, you don't want to break up the gang just because of this trivial matter, do you?"

Unexpectedly, the other party went straight to the point. Situ Weiyang was immediately speechless. Situ Enquan beside him also quickly tugged at the corner of Young Master Situ's clothes.

Poor Young Master Situ could only hold back his anger, groaned twice, and said: "Of course not...forget it, let's just treat it as good intentions and help a helpless and pitiful girl."

Nan Xinghun closed his eyes again, smiled and nodded: "That's right. Thinking about it this way, we feel that our image has become brighter and taller."

Situ Weiyang did not have the strength to reply anymore.

Second floor.

The cool wind was blowing in, causing the girl's hair to curl beautifully. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air, then smiled at Feng Qinglang and said, "The environment is good!"

She put her luggage on the side of the small hall and said casually: "How can you bear it? That idiot in the pavilion opposite bullied you like this. If it were me, I would smash his nose right away."

Feng Qinglang smiled bitterly and replied: "Well, my martial arts skills are crude, so there is nothing I can do about it."

But Beatrice sat next to him, leaned closer and said, "Hey, you can't hide it from me, you are a master!"

"How...how do you see this?"

Beatrice smiled and said, "Because you also pecked the magic steel stone with your fingers. Although you controlled the power when you came into contact with the magic steel stone, you still left a little mark on the magic steel material.

If I guessed correctly, you should have reached the true martial arts level, or at least be a true martial artist. You are so powerful, you still look so young... However, are you seriously injured..."

As she was talking, Beatrice suddenly stopped because Feng Qinglang was randomly drawing some magic pattern symbols. It seemed that it was a small magic pattern pattern that could block sounds.

Beatrice smiled bitterly and said, "Hey, you're not planning to kill me to silence me, are you?"

Feng Qinglang burst out laughing at this and said: "Senior Li Yulun opposite is pricking up his ears to listen to you. I don't want you to scare him, so I set up a small magic pattern array..."

Beatrice smiled sweetly, patted her chest, looking frightened, and looked up at the pavilion opposite. Sure enough, she saw Li Yulun looking a little confused, obviously wondering why the sound was interrupted? The eyes he turned around happened to meet her.

When Beatrice touched it, she quickly turned her head away with disdain on her face.

Beatrice's smile became even more joyful. She looked down at Feng Qinglang and laid out the magic pattern array with just a few strokes. She couldn't help but praise: "The technique is very exquisite, it must be from the ancient school."

Feng Qinglang said: "Hey, do you also know about magic patterns?"

Beatrice smiled bitterly and shook her head: "I like magic patterns very much. I always feel that they can weave their own world by just placing them horizontally or vertically... It's a pity that I don't have the talent, so my family asked me to transfer materials."

Feng Qinglang's heart moved. From this point of view, Beatrice's family is not simple either. No matter magic pattern science or material science, it is not possible to cultivate talents by just spending money. Without a certain foundation and a large amount of materials, there is no way to think about these two fields.

Cultivate a capable person in each subject.

He said: "I am born with talents that will be useful. You are far more talented than me in materials science."

Beatrice immediately replied to Mingli and said proudly: "Of course, I am definitely a master in materials science!"

"By the way, why do you think I'm injured?" Feng Qinglang asked seemingly casually.

Beatrice said: "People and materials are sometimes very similar. Complete materials and damaged materials have completely different feelings. The same is true for people. Frankly speaking, it's just a feeling. Don't tell me, I guess.

wrong?"

After saying this, she looked at Feng Qinglang with burning eyes, without any impurities in her clear eyes.

The fate between people is often very wonderful. Sometimes the countless exchanges combined are often not as good as a certain in-depth conversation or a certain casual conversation. Feng Qinglang felt very keenly that Beatrice was there.

Inadvertently, he extended an olive branch of friendship to him.

He hesitated for a moment, then calmly met the opposite gaze and said with a smile: "You guessed it right."

Beatrice immediately smiled, and her smile was brighter than ever before. It was like a risk-taking effort had gained a huge reward. It was very subtle, but Feng Qinglang sensed it. He kept smiling and faced the other party's smile.

Eyes like crescent moon.

After this silent resonance, Beatrice said regretfully: "It's a pity that you are not material, otherwise I would have a way to repair you..."

Feng Qinglang coughed twice and reminded: "You always compare me with the materials, which sounds weird to me..."

"That's right." Beatrice nodded and reminded her in a friendly manner, "But even if you are injured, I guess in Mingguang, you can walk sideways most of the time, but you must be careful of those old monsters in Luoyun Back Mountain, listen.

It is said that they are the true guardians of Mingguang, and their abilities are definitely above those of real martial arts. After all, Mingguang Academy was once a famous school for thousands of years."

This time it was Feng Qinglang's turn to smile bitterly. Beatrice was still very optimistic about his injury. How could a severely injured patient like herself, who was sprinting towards death every day, be in the mood to act arrogantly? But there are some old monsters in Mingguang.

Nan Ling once mentioned that he must be worried that he is young, impulsive, and will act arbitrarily...

Suddenly, noisy laughter came from the window on the other side of the river. Looking sideways, it turned out that someone was folding paper boats and putting candles on them. This thing called a "wishing boat" floated down the river. Many of them were floating down the river.

People were following suit one after another, and for a while, under the afterglow of the setting sun, a large number of wishing boats set sail, reflecting each other's glow.

The two of them looked in the same direction. After staring blankly for a while, Beatrice suddenly said: "Feng Qinglang, the material of your glasses is very special."

Feng Qinglang shrugged indifferently and said with a smile: "I'm beginning to believe that you are really a master of materials science."

Beatrice smiled and said: "I am! Well, you are obviously not fat, but you always give people the illusion that you are fat. Also, when Li Yulun knocked your glasses crookedly, your face seemed to be shaken.

I'm so confused that I can't even guess what it is, so I'm really living up to my reputation as a master."

As she spoke, she approached again without any hesitation and asked, "What do you look like after you take off your disguise?"

That breath of orchid, that beautiful face, and that seemingly innocent demeanor, Feng Qinglang couldn't help but be stunned, but he quickly said solemnly: "Take off the disguise, I am another

A more obscene fat man."

Beatrice smiled and said: "That's a pity. If you were good-looking, then I might give you a chance."

Feng Qinglang pushed the frame on the bridge of her nose, shook her head and said, "Don't try to trick me into taking off my glasses. It's useless to seduce me with beauty."

Beatrice puffed up her cheeks in dissatisfaction, she was so cute. For some reason, Feng Qinglang suddenly felt as if she thought of that dragon girl Anu.

He sighed silently in his heart and changed the subject: "Beatrice, I don't think you are the one who came to Mingguang to study, right?"

Beatrice nodded generously and admitted: "You can put it this way... Well, when our people are growing up, they have to travel around the world alone and follow their hearts. When I came here, I thought it seemed good, so I stayed and took a look.

When one day you feel that there is no more nostalgia here, then continue on the road."

Feng Qinglang's heart moved. This kind of experience may seem extremely free and easy, but if the final goal of entering the mortal world is to escape from the mortal world, then the journey will be extremely difficult.

Beatrice seemed to have guessed what Feng Qinglang was thinking, and said with a smile: "Just let things go. I never think so long-term. Don't frown, don't pretend to be serious, and don't worry about me."

After saying this, she stood up and walked to one of the rooms on the second floor, saying: "I'm tired after a long day. I'll take a nap first. Call me after dinner, if there is any."

When she walked to the door of the room, she suddenly stopped again, turned around and smiled sweetly: "By the way, Qinglang! I noticed that there is always a depression in the depths of your eyes. From a material perspective, this is a state of imbalance.

From a human perspective, this is a mismatch between yin and yang! I think you need a girl."

That deliberately seductive smile made even Feng Qinglang's heart flutter.

"Bang -" the door closed, and Beatrice's voice continued to come from behind the door: "But I will lock the door!"
Chapter completed!