Cute little fairy: Brother, is that enough?

Chapter 259 Apologize
Jing Fan winked at Yu Yin, shook his head lightly, and said to Zhao Linger: "My junior sister has fallen into an epiphany, are you trying to make her go mad?"

Junior sister?According to Gu Miaomiao, this Molu met when he went to the Demon Realm, so why did he become a junior sister again?
Yu Yin was full of doubts, and retreated to their side to watch the development of the situation quietly.

Zhao Ling'er rolled her eyes and said, "What's wrong with me? Who knows if she's avoiding confrontation? My ancestor's residence is in the north corner. Come with me."

Jing Fan lowered his head to look at Gu Miaomiao, who was in a daze and had no focus in his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and said, "My junior sister gave the storage bag to the elders of the division, should we also tell our division about this matter?" A door elder?"

Zhao Ling'er didn't know who they were talking about, but it was said that the person who came to her house was only a senior of alchemy stage, and her status in Qingyang Sect was not important, so she was determined and turned her head to look Yu Yin sneered and said, "That's good too. I won't cry without seeing the coffin!"

Zhao Linger is currently leading the way to the camp. She wants to talk to the ancestor in advance. Seeing that Fellow Daoist Yu Yin is quite concerned about this girl's film, I don't know if this girl is charged with indiscriminate killing. Worthy of being his little junior sister, worthy of his care!

Yu Yin didn't know what kind of medicine they were selling in the gourd, but he had seen this Molu's ability before. He was able to get them out of the forbidden South China Sea. Isn't it not small?
A group of people came to the gate of the camp in a mighty way. Zhao Ling'er looked up at the gate of the camp. It is said that this gate was made by the closed disciples of the ancestor of Qingyang Sect. It can detect monks who have been demonized. Come out, I don't know if it has been demonized, if it is detected, wouldn't it be happy?

Zhao Ling'er gave a sinister smile, and walked gracefully in front of the gate, then stood by the gate and looked at Jing Fan with a sweet smile.

Zhao Linger prides herself on her good looks, but now she is pretending to attract the attention of everyone around her, she is even more proud, her eyes involuntarily slipped from Jing Fan to Yu Yin, and realized that his eyes had never left that girl from the beginning to the end. He frowned in admiration.

Jing Fan hugged Gu Miaomiao and walked through the door, seeing Zhao Linger not moving, turned to look at her: "Lead the way."

"Ok?"

Gu Miaomiao sighed, rubbed her forehead and raised her head to look at Jing Fan: "What's the matter? What leads the way?"

The unparalleled beauty of the young girl's eyes are ignorant, like a newborn cat, making one unable to help but want to rub the top of her hair.

Jing Fan also did the same, gently put her down, pressed her head with his big hands and rubbed and rubbed on the top of her soft hair.

Her long, silky hair was crumpled into a mess of weeds, coupled with her ignorant and beautiful expression, people couldn't take their eyes off her.

The corners of Yu Yin's mouth curled up unconsciously, as if it was she who was touching her hair and not that stranger.

Zhao Ling'er's eyes never left Yu Yin's body, seeing him staring intently at that girl, she stomped her foot and said loudly: "Let's go!"

Gu Miaomiao raised her eyes to look at Jing Fan, and watched her hair reflected in his eyes gradually become a bird's nest, she raised her hand to slap his hand away, straightened her hair, and said angrily, "Let's go."

Jing Fan let out a muffled laugh, and chased after her to rub her hair again.

Gu Miaomiao quickly turned her head away, but Jing Fan's big hand still landed on top of her head accurately. She frowned and stared at Jing Fan, and pouted dissatisfiedly when she saw that he still didn't stop.

"Okay, okay." Jing Fan smiled indulgently, brushed her long hair with his big hand, and tied a bun in one hand, took out a hairpin made of thousand-year-old requiem wood core from the storage bag, and put it on for her , "Take, how about an apology?"

(End of this chapter)