Seeing Lan Qianxi like this, the man quickly chased after her, stretched out his hand to help Lan Qianxi, who was on the verge of collapse, and said with pity, "Girl, you..."
Lan Qianxi tried her best to put on a smile, looking even more pitiful.
The man felt more and more sorry for her.
"Thank you so much, monk, I, I..." Lan Qianqian raised her hand to wipe her tears, looked back at the door of Song Yizhi's house, and left.
After Lan Qianqian left, the man turned around and saw Wei Ling with a sarcastic face.
"It's just a trip. Look at you, you are so heartless to make a girl so sad!" The man scolded Wei Ling.
Wei Ling's face instantly turned cold, "Don't force me to hit you on this beautiful morning."
"You!" The man had never seen such an unreasonable female cultivator. He raised his finger and pointed at Wei Ling, wanting to scold but not knowing how to, "You are really unreasonable!"
Unreasonable?
However, she likes light colors every day, which is such a waste!
Song Yizhi didn't leave. She stood at the top of the stairs, raising her hands lazily on the railing, "I think it's pretty good."
He has never encountered such a rude female cultivator, she is simply...
Song Yizhi was helpless, and then moved his eyes to look at Lan Minjun aside.
Wei Ling held Bei Xianyue's arm to prevent her from turning him around.
That is to say, if you can’t stop it, you can’t stop it!
Damn it!
After a long sleep, Wei Ling got up feeling refreshed.
As the world deteriorated, she actually changed from a money bag to a vase!
Bei Xianyue's smile deepened a little, "How can you say that? You think so, you are beautiful, we look in a good mood, and when we are in a good mood, we can work hard to complete the task, right?"
Wei Ling gave him a pair of big eyes before leaving.
Joke, have you ever seen that woman being reasonable?
"Get out of here." Wei Ling cursed.
Bei Xianyue changed the subject, "It's almost noon. Do you want to ask Song Yizhi to get up and have dinner?"
What a hammer, Song Yizhi relies on his good looks, every day!
Bei Xianyue showed a gentle smile, "Why don't you go change your outfit, not just red, but pink is also fine. You dress up beautifully, and we are motivated, right?"
Wei Ling rolled his eyes.
"Thank you, Miss Song. I'm much better." Lan Minjun smiled, looking very gentle.
She complained to Shen Zheng, "Yes, yes, it's like being sick! You don't know, it makes me angry! I almost made a move! But Song Yizhi's scolding was really awesome!"
In order to avoid being criticized by Miss Wei Lingna, Song Yizhi wore two pearl tassel hairpins and a begonia flower hairpin in her hair.
Looking at Song Yizhi standing on the stairs, Wei Ling's eyes lit up, "This is right!"
What the hell?
"I am a vase?" Song Yizhi raised his hand and pointed to his confused mouth, "I think I am also a money bag, right?"
Why do some people dress so plainly?
"Don't mention it, I was also woken up at that time." Shen Zheng raised her hand and scratched her hair, showing a little irritation, "It's so early in the morning to knock the soul out there, and there is a male cultivator with a sick mind, it's amazing!"
"I heard it!" Shen Zheng smiled, "I thought Miss Song had a good temper, but I didn't expect..."
Wei Ling rubbed his hands, preparing to imitate Bei Xianyue and fool Song Yizhi.
Wei Ling's eyes hurt when he saw Song Yizhi, who was dressed simply again.
"Miss Song is still resting," Shen Zheng replied.
Lan Minjun, who was sitting in the corner, looked up at Song Yizhi, who was wearing a long scarlet dress and walking down slowly.
The man pointed at Wei Ling and his hand was shaking with anger.
Bei Xianyue took out a scarlet gauze shawl from her storage ring and looked at Song Yizhi with a smile on her face.
As several of her teammates said, this little girl is really suitable for bright colors.
Song Yizhi silently complained in his heart, then opened the door and walked out.
Wei Ling came down, sat next to a few people, and complained about what happened this morning, "Song Yizhi was woken up by Lan Qianqian's stuff this morning. Didn't you see how ugly her face was!"
Lan Minjun raised his head and met Song Yizhi's eyes, a smile appeared on his beautiful face, "Miss Song."
Song Yizhi had a question mark on his face.
Just like a green onion, right? Green onions are so good, they can be used for seasoning!
The man at the other table picked up a simple tea cup and took a sip of tea with his eyes lowered.
Song Yizhi: "..."
Seeing that Wei Ling still wanted to say something, Bei Xianyue coughed twice.
Wei Ling and others looked up.
But he really didn't know how to scold a female cultivator. He could only say "you, you, you, me, me, me" for a long time, looking like a duck being pinched by the neck.
Song Yizhi chuckled and walked down the stairs slowly.
After a while, Song Yizhi changed into a long scarlet dress.
Wei Ling and Bei Xianyue raised their hands and high-fived each other, their bright smiles making a few others laugh.
"Song Yizhi and I went to have supper last night, why don't we let her sleep for a while?" Wei Ling said.
Bei Xianyue put the silk scarf on Song Yizhi's arms and arranged it a little before looking at her with satisfaction.
"Wait." After saying that, Song Yizhi turned around and went up.
"Song Yizhi, can you please stop wasting your skin?" When Song Yizhi arrived at the stairs, Wei Ling said to her in a serious voice, "What's wrong, have your green onions turned into essence? Every day, you are either green or cyan."
After packing it up, Song Yizhi raised her hand to pick off the earrings without giving up, but she still couldn't take them off.
The young master of the Lan family?
At this point, Bei Xianyue nodded in agreement.
Song Yizhi: "..."
Another hour passed before Song Yizhi got up.
Have they ever thought about how inconvenient it would be for them to fight?
Bei Xianyue pulled Wei Ling to sit down, poured a cup of tea and handed it to her.
Bei Xianyue thought for a moment and nodded.
Song Yizhi glanced at Wei Ling, "Are you satisfied?"
"Young Master of the Lan Family." Song Yizhi smiled slightly. She held up her skirt and walked over to sit down at the table. She asked politely, "Young Master, are you feeling better?"
What we are saying is that it is not good to talk about Lan Qianqian in front of the young master of the Lan family.
But looking at Bei Xianyue's expectant look, Song Yizhi still walked up and spread his arms.
Wei Ling nodded.
She always felt that Bei Xianyue was deceiving her, but she had no proof.
She performed a few dust-removing techniques on herself and changed into a dark blue dress.
Wei Ling walked to the stairs and looked down and saw several teammates sitting at the table, "Hey, where is Song Yizhi?"
Wei Ling and others stood up one after another, their eyes falling on Lan Minjun.
Wei Ling glanced at Bei Xianyue in confusion, then followed her gaze and saw a stunning man wearing a moon-white robe sitting at a table in the corner.
It's really awesome to curse people.
Song Yizhi looks so good in red.
Bei Xianyue raised her hand and turned Wei Ling around.
"Stop!" Song Yizhi raised his hand and looked at several pairs of expectant eyes, feeling angry and funny at the same time.
The corners of Bei Xianyue's mouth twitched slightly.
…
The crimson skirt with lapels and waist length outlines Song Yizhi's slender waist. The crimson skirt is embroidered with large begonia flowers, and is covered with a simple pale pink soft gauze wide-sleeved shirt.
???
Song Yizhi raised his hand to brush the shawl on his arm and asked, "What do you want to see me for, young master?"
"Does Miss Song know about the appearance of the phantom in the secret realm?" Lan Minjun asked.
Song Yizhi nodded, "I know."
After the words fell, Song Yizhi looked at the stunning-looking man opposite him, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, "Is it possible that the young master of the Lan family wants me to go to the secret realm?"