"Why are you kowtowing? You might as well promise me at that time!" Ling Luoyu's voice was coming slowly.

Fatty Feng's face changed and he subconsciously aimed at Hao Qingyou.

"San Young Master, stop talking!"

Ling Luoyu came leisurely with his hands on his back. Even though he was in coarse cloth clothes, he could not block the crazy mania that emerged from her bones.

Her lips raised slightly, and she smiled slightly and saw a bit of evil spirit: "Zuo Furong, if Fatty Feng succeeds one day and makes a name for himself, you might as well consider marrying him! By then, you will not suffer any loss...

…”

Feng Chenglin's face turned slightly green: "Three Young Master!"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Luoyu's pressure suddenly pressed down and pressed his words back.

The moment Ling Luoyu appeared, the mockery on Zuo Furong's face was beyond words.

"I want me to marry him? Unless I die! Humph... This is the legendary Academy of the Taoism? Why do everyone recruits them?! Can you even get waste like you? It's just a bunch of wastes!

”

Ling Luoyu curled his lips: "Zuo Furong, you are a talented woman, why did you come to our college where waste is crowded?! Did you come to the wrong place?! If you are sure that you are not wrong, it means you are not much nobler than us.

Let's go! We are all the same thing!"

Zuo Furong's face turned pale and she was furious: "Ling Luoyu, you are worthy of being like me like me?! Let me tell you that this lady is different from you here..."

Hao Qingyou was anxious and quickly pulled her sleeve: "Furong, the third young master has changed now..."

She had told her about Ling Luoyu's changes countless times, but she just didn't believe it and said that she was applying gold to Ling Luoyu's face.

I really don’t know when she became so stubborn and paranoid!

"Furong, don't do this. We are all from the capital. We have to take care of each other here. Why do you have to make such a tense situation?!"

"Ahem!"

With a clear cough, Nan Ling stepped forward leisurely.

"You guys, don't mind waiting for a while before talking about you?"

Hao Qingyou quickly pulled Zuo Furong back and smiled embarrassedly: "Sister, I'm sorry, we just had a misunderstanding, I'm sorry..."

Zuo Furong was still there and refused to give in, but was pulled back by Hao Qingyou.

Before Nan Ling could speak, Ling Luoyu had already left with Feng Chenglin.

Along the way, Feng Chenglin's excited flesh trembled: "San Young Master, do you think Qingyou knows that I am here, so she chased me specifically?!"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Fatty, where do you get your confidence?

Do you really think of yourself as a flower?!

If you are a flower, at most it will be the dog tail flower!

"Fatty Feng, I think you are thinking too much... They should be selected by Lu Dao Academy like us!"

Feng Chenglin also realized that he was self-indulgent: "That's true! Unless he was selected, he wouldn't be able to get in this place even if he wanted to!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes were slightly cold, and he suddenly looked at the stone path ahead.

There are more than a dozen people hidden there.

Judging from the cultivation level, he should be a brown robe disciple.

Feng Chenglin was still there roaring, suddenly roaring.

"Beat him!"

In the sky, a black shadow came overwhelmed the earth, instantly pressing Feng Chenglin down.

Ling Luoyu flashed into the Chaos Secret Realm at that moment, and was playing the evasive side.

More than a dozen brown-robed disciples covered Feng Chenglin's head with black cloth and stepped forward and punched and kicked him.

Ling Luoyu had no intention of taking action.

Fatty Feng just needed to train, but coincidentally these people came to the door.

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~~Girls, what about your votes~~
Chapter completed!