Douluo: Peerless Tang Sect, Angel and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 180 - This fire phoenix saint is a bit 'unserious'

Zhongli Wu, who was standing beside him, just stood there, thinking why his mother called him over!

Feelings... Is it to claim credit for her god-granddaughter in front of his own son...

"Grandmother is absurd, there is no such thing as talent, it's just that I have used my brain a little bit." Qian Lingjun lowered her head in embarrassment, and said with a sneer:
"As for this reward, I have already absorbed the 10-year-old soul beast embryo. This is probably an excellent reward."

"That's fine! Don't forget it. I don't want to go to tomorrow's meeting. I will give you all three tickets. You can figure it out yourself."

Ye Xishui withdrew her arm from Qian Lingjun's hand, and added:
"Old Dragon also left a message, he will not attend tomorrow's meeting, and he will abstain from the three votes."

"Yes, mother, I understand." Zhong Liwu still stood aside obediently, looking thoughtfully at the obedient Qian Lingjun next to Ye Xishui.

For some reason, looking at the happy scene of Ye Xishui and Qian Lingjun talking like grandparents and grandchildren, an old man of his age felt... sour in his heart.

"Huh? What are you still doing standing here? What does it look like for a leader not to be busy with work?"

"Ah!" Zhongli looked at Ye Xishui in a daze, and murmured, "Didn't you...you called me here?"

"Didn't I finish my explanation?" Ye Xishui asked back with raised eyebrows while leaning sideways.

"Okay... I'll go, I can't go!"

In the end, Zhongliwu left the room dumbfounded.

On the way to leave, he also looked away, as long as he can carry forward the Holy Spirit Cult, if he is despised, then he will despise him!
Anyway...he originally took these so-called emotions very lightly.

After Zhong Liwu left, Ye Xishui turned his gaze on Qian Lingjun again, and before Ye Xishui could speak, Qian Lingjun stood up knowingly, pretending to be tired from not sleeping well, and said:

"Oh, I didn't sleep well last night, and it's getting late, I'm going back to sleep, good night!"

Saying that, Qian Lingyun dashed out of the room, and closed the door for Ye Xishui thoughtfully.

Flying out of Ye Xishui's room, Qian Lingjun kicked open the door of Mei Douluo's room familiarly, and just wanted to chat with her about the behavior of her throwing herself at the gate of Baiyuan yesterday , was surrounded by a group of people!
Moreover, the scene now is even more exciting than that night in Tiandou City, in the room.

The ratio is as high as 12:2.

"You..." Qian Lingyun subconsciously glanced at Ma Xiaotao, who was embracing with a red face and blurred eyes, and then at Mei Douluo who was galloping across the battlefield, and murmured: "That... am I Isn't it time to come?"

"Saint, why are you here?"

Mei Douluo stood up in surprise, picked up a shawl from the ground and put it on his body. He walked a few steps in front of Qian Lingjun and looked him up and down, "That crazy woman Baiyuan didn't take anything from you. thing?"

It's fine if I don't say this, but once I said it, Qian Lingjun remembered the incident yesterday when Mei Douluo betrayed her allies and turned around and ran away. She was about to have a fit when she heard Ma Xiaotao's cry.

Among the mellow and coquettish cries, the crisp and sweet bells and the buzzing of some kind of soul-guided machinery also followed one after another.

Tilting her head to look at Ma Xiaotao, Qian Lingyun couldn't help but widen her eyes. She raised her hand to poke Mei Douluo, and said in a trembling voice, "How do I feel...she's playing more than you right now."

"You discovered all of this, and you really can't hide it from you, Holy Maiden!"

Mei Douluo folded her arms and shook her head. The two huge snow-white balls were slightly deformed under the squeeze of her arms. She pouted, pointed to the pair of bells on Ma Xiaotao's round headlight, and argued:
"Don't get me wrong, she asked for these, I didn't force her!"

"Really?"

Qian Lingjun's face seemed to say, I don't believe it, three large characters, but the slap always seemed to come very quickly.

When Qian Lingjun saw that Ma Xiaotao installed the drive in her trunk, she was completely silent.

She glanced at Mei Douluo apologetically, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry to disturb your pleasure, I just..."

Before he finished speaking, Ma Xiaotao's dissatisfied scolding came from the crowd. Following the sound, Qian Lingjun seemed to have been struck by a soul-stirring license, and was almost petrified on the spot.

Yes, Ma Xiaotao seemed to be quite dissatisfied with the efficiency of the car's automatic driving, so she directly switched the mode to manual driving, and drove several cars at this time.

She kept her upper body straight while driving, held the left and right handlebars tightly with both hands, clamped the car body with her well-defined thighs, and twisted her waist wantonly to bend.

So that you can have a better driving experience when racing on the simulated track.

High-intensity training is extremely mentally and physically draining. Even though she has been sitting on the track for a long time, Ma Xiaotao is still unwilling to take a break midway.

The novice female driver is so dedicated, even Mei Douluo, an old driver, has to admit that there is such a saying that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead.

After admiring it for a long time, Qian Lingjun finally reacted. She covered her blushing face and ran out in an extremely coquettish manner.

Before leaving, she shouted in that trembling voice: "I'm leaving, you are busy..."

"Oh, the little girl is just a little girl. She ran away after looking at her for a while." Mei Douluo looked at Qian Lingjun's retreating back playfully, sighed with a sense of loss, and said: "I really envy such a simple child!"

The louder and louder car bells and engine buzzing woke up Mei Douluo, who was emo'ing alone, and Mei Douluo glanced at Ma Xiaotao, who was exhausted and lying on the ground.

The corners of her lips curled up, and she returned to the position she had just now. She smiled lightly at Ma Xiaotao and said, "Saint Huofeng, you are really too young. Watch out, Qiu Mingshan is going to be like this..."

Because he left in a hurry, Qian Lingjun didn't close the door when he left, but...Mei Douluo didn't care. After all...everyone knew what she was.

Returning to the room with his broken outlook on life, Qian Lingjun closed the door, leaned his back against the door and sat down weakly.

She looked around the room. Zhang Lexuan was still practicing at this time, which gave Qian Lingjun some comfort. At least... there were normal people here. Although Zhang Lexuan might have some unique quirks, but...

But compared to the various neuropathy in the Holy Spirit Cult, this little problem can be said to be an advantage.

After Qian Lingjun calmed down, the room was silent again.

The long-lost peace made Qian Lingjun fall into a rare silence. Exhausted both physically and mentally, she leaned against the door and fell into a deep sleep...

When she woke up the next day, Qian Lingjun rubbed her sleepy eyes and rolled over on the bed.

Wait, something's wrong, the bed?

Didn’t I sleep on the floor yesterday, sitting and sleeping against the door panel?

Qian Lingjun suddenly sat up from the bed. Her clothes were still messy, with no sign of being changed at all.

And Zhang Lexuan, who was supposed to be on the sofa, was sitting cross-legged next to the bedside table, in a semi-cultivation state that could end at any time, and practiced every minute.

"Master, you are awake."

As soon as Qian Lingjun got out of bed, Zhang Lexuan ended his practice, stood up respectfully, and followed behind Qian Lingjun to explain: "Master, when I finished my practice last night, I saw you sitting at the door and falling asleep. Then I will..."

　(Dou Er’s original text, before and after encountering the group of blood-red baboons, Shrek’s people were resting in a semi-cultivation state that could be ended at any time)

　　
　
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