Xianjun, your peach blossoms are so sweet

Chapter 36 Must Abduct Jiang Heng Home
The visitor was dressed in a white robe covered with a light gauze, with a slender and tall figure, gorgeous facial features, and a touch of deep red between his brows, looking like a graceful and elegant beauty.

There was an uproar all around.

Monster A: Damn Jiang Heng? !The one with the first spell cultivation?Don't stop me, I'm going up to get my autograph!
Monster B: Wow!Jiang Heng!This face value is against the sky, no, I want to give him a monkey!

Monster C: My God, why did Jiang Heng also come to the academy? It's incredible.

Demon cultivation top student?
Jiaoqiao's eyes lit up, she looked down at the "Guidelines for Chasing Her Husband" given by her mother, and rushed up with her skirt in hand.

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"Wait a moment."

Jiang Heng frowned, lifted his eyelids slightly, and stood in front of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

Wearing a peach red dress, with bright eyes and white teeth, she is fair and pretty, and the two sweet dimples on her cheeks are extremely flattering.

"Is something wrong?"

The voice is cool and moist, revealing the coldness of jade beads falling on a silver plate.

The smile on the delicate face grew stronger, and she blinked her eyes, "Master, I think you are so kind-hearted, have we met somewhere?"

Such an old fashioned way to strike up a conversation.

Jiang Heng glanced at her expressionlessly, walked around her and continued on.

Jiaoqiao was not discouraged, she chased after her again, and said with a smile: "My lord, I just remembered it earlier, no wonder you are so kind, so you look very much like my future husband."

Jiang Heng ignored her.

He has met many women like this in the past, and he is very familiar with handling them.

Just ignore it!
After all, a woman should have a little face, and she will always give up in the end.

With her hands behind her back, Jiaoqiao raised her head and asked with a smile: "My lord, I heard they call you Jiang Heng, so... I'll call you Ah Heng from now on, okay?"

Jiang Heng frowned.

Ah Heng?

No one has ever called him that title since his parents passed away.

This person is familiar with himself.

He pursed his lower lip, narrowed his light phoenix eyes slightly, waved his white robe covered with light gauze, and his steps suddenly accelerated a little.

Jiaoqiao hurriedly chased after her, and introduced with a smile: "Heng, my name is Jiaoqiao, you can call me Jiaojiao..."

Speaking of this, she paused for a moment, she was also disgusted by this title, retched for a while, and stuck out her tongue, "Forget it, you should call me Qiaoqiao."

Jiaoqiao counted with her fingers as she walked, "My father is Tanlang Xingjun, and my mother is a... well, Peach Blossom Demon, our family is in the North Continent, and I will take you home to meet my parents when the holidays are over, okay? "

The little girl followed closely, shaking her head and thinking.

Jiang Heng stopped suddenly.

Jiaoqiao didn't pay attention for a while, and bumped into it directly, the bridge of her nose touched the hard back, and she burst into tears from the pain.

"Heng, did you knock my nose off?"

The little girl held her nose and pulled his clothes aggrievedly.

Jiang Heng glanced back at her, his face was calm, his thin lips moved slightly, "The nose is still there."

Jiaoqiao: "?"

In this situation, shouldn't he comfort himself in various ways?

why…

Will give such a blunt answer?
Of course she knew the nose was still there!

Don't you understand the little hypocrisy of girls?

cry!

"My name is Jiang Heng. In terms of seniority, you should call me a mentor."

He paused, and his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, "The name Ah Heng can only be called by those who are closest to me, understand?"

His voice is cold, and his eyes are clear and light. When he looks at people, his eyes seem to have a layer of ice and snow, and the cold air is pressing.

There was a sigh all around.

"Ah, it really is Jiang Heng, and he is still as difficult to approach as before."

"It's another woman who was rejected by Jiang Heng. Come on, let's make a statistic. How many people have been rejected?"

"No matter how approachable Jiang Heng looks, he is like a lotus plant in a fairyland, which can be seen from a distance but not played with."

Jiang Heng turned around and walked forward, the white robe swayed with his movements, the light veil swayed, and every step he took, there was a faint fragrance floating.

Jiaoqiao chased after her, holding her face with a smile, "Heng, do you mean that I am your closest person?"

She covered her face shyly, and the two sweet dimples on her cheeks were particularly intoxicating.

"Heng, I didn't expect that I have such a big weight in your heart."

Jiang Heng stared at her fixedly, then quickly looked away.

This little girl is so shameless!

After living for tens of thousands of years, it was the first time that he met such a shameless little girl.

Jiaoqiao didn't look at the road, she stared at him with a pair of apricot eyes without blinking, and said expectantly: "Heng, can you call me?"

Jiang Heng's expression did not change, and he said lightly: "Not good."

He is wearing a light gauze white robe, with a long body and a jade tree.

The facial features are not cold and delicate, but a kind of stunning charm, especially a little cinnabar between the eyebrows, which makes the whole person look like a fairy and a demon, with graceful demeanor.

Jiaoqiao looked at it for a long time before she reluctantly looked away, her heart pounding.

A-Heng looks too good-looking, right?

Every time he raised his eyes and lowered his head, there was a seductive and seductive gesture.

One side is cool and fairy-like, and the other side is coquettish and moving.

There is a saying in Jiao's code of chasing a husband: Once you meet a high-quality demon cultivator, you must chase after him, and you will be ashamed, so that you can finally embrace the beautiful man!

Jiaoqiao clenched her fists with a look of fighting spirit, she must take Jiang Heng home!

"Heng, where do you live? I heard people say that you came from a family of cultivators?"

"No."

"Huh... Did I hear it wrong? But... I clearly remember that they said that an outstanding and tall person came this year? Isn't it you?"

"No."

Jiaoqiao curled her lips angrily: "Then they must be blind. You are so good-looking, but you are not the most outstanding one this year?"

Jiang Heng rubbed the center of his eyebrows, pulled the corners of his lips and said nothing.

He clearly said just now that he is a tutor, not a student, why can't this little girl hear it?
"Heng, don't be sad, in my heart, you will always be the prettiest one."

Jiaoqiao stood on her tiptoes, trying to pat him on the shoulder, but she couldn't reach her, so she had to tug at the corner of his clothes to comfort him.

There is a saying in Jiao's code of chasing husbands: Jiao's women need to be in love, and if they believe in one person, they should not give up easily.

Jiang Heng didn't speak, turned around and came to a quiet small courtyard, there were two or three elderly people in the courtyard, they were sitting under a tree, with a chess game in front of them, sipping tea carefully.

Watching him come in, several old men put down the teacups in their hands and laughed.

"Hahaha, that old man Rong Cheng finally invited you down from Zhongli Mountain."

"We haven't seen you here for tens of thousands of years! In the early years, I heard that your cultivation base is increasing, but now even I can't see through it."

"The students in Class A are all geniuses among the geniuses of Shanhai College. The old man Rong Cheng is also considered cunning. It would be best if you taught these people."

Jiang Heng pursed his lips, his eyes were calm, and said in a low voice: "I owed Dean Rong a favor earlier, and now I just repay it."

　Jiang Heng (heng)

　　Although I often label it as yan
　　[whispering bb]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)