Shangxian and his junior brother are beautiful as flowers

Chapter 162 Brain Compensation...

Nangong Moxie could see that Uncle Fu looked at him with pity, and the doubts in his heart increased a little.

He didn't have to wait long before Uncle Fu appeared in front of him again.

Uncle Fu looked at Nangong Mo Xie with complicated eyes, and then said, "Daoist Nangong, my little master said, don't come here to look for him in the future, and he said, if you're okay, just... get out, If anything happens, just tell me."

Uncle Fu is a little suspicious now, his little master has a new love and forgot the old love.

This Taoist Nangong who came here eagerly is the old love of the young master. Once the young master agreed to the pursuit of Taoist Nangong, but later he found that what he liked was not the small and fresh type of Taoist Nangong, but the superficial look. She fell in love with her beautiful younger brother.

So, the little master planned to eat the grass beside the nest.

It can be seen from this that it makes sense that the little master is courting and pursuing the little master.

The more Uncle Fu thought about it, the more likely it was!
"Your little master is still as unpleasant as ever." Hearing Uncle Fu's words, Nangong Mo Xie was not surprised at all.

As for Uncle Fu, hearing his helpless tone that resembled 'doting', he felt that the thoughts in his heart were strongly confirmed again!
In his opinion, the smile on Nangong Mo Xie's face was a bit forced.

Alas...it's really pitiful, it's not good to like female cultivators, but I like men.

It's okay to like a man, but it's really a sin to like his little master.

Forget it, he is also a poor man, and he should be comforted.

"That's right, as long as Daoist Nangong sees it clearly, my little master is just so incomprehensible. If you want to find a partner, it's better to find someone with a gentler personality and understanding."

If he was pissed off by his little master, it would be great to change back to liking women.

It's not worth it to like his little master, it's not worth it.

Nangong Mo Xie always felt that something was wrong, whether it was Uncle Fu's eyes or Uncle Fu's words, it seemed that he was pitying him?

"I'm used to walking around alone, so I don't need to find a companion." Staring at Uncle Fu and thinking for a few seconds, Nangong thanked him.

"Also, if Uncle Fu has something to do, go and do it. I'm just dropping by here. There's nothing else to do. Don't worry about me. Now I'll sit in the pavilion over there before leaving. If your little master knows , if you are not happy, let him come and chase people away in person."

With that said, he walked towards the pavilion not far away.

Uncle Fu looked at his 'infatuated' back, stood where he was and sighed.

Daoist Nangong thought that if he stayed here, the little master would come out and take a look at him?

I really didn't expect that Daoist Nangong was so naive in terms of feelings.

Sure enough, the word love is the most annoying little ~ demon ~ spirit.

People like Daoist Nangong can't escape, and neither can the little master.

Ugh……

Uncle Fu thanked Nangong who was not as good as in the pavilion, and let out another long sigh before leaving.

Forget it, that was the matter of the three of them, so he wouldn't join in. After all, the person who tied the bell had to be untied. I hope that Daoist Nangong will finally get out of his emotional grief.

Nangong Moxie, who was already sitting in the pavilion but kept his eyes on Uncle Fu, raised his eyebrows when Uncle Fu sighed in his direction.

Uncle Fu's demeanor... is Ling Jiu going to die?

Nangong Moxie rubbed his chin, looked at the direction where Uncle Fu left, thought for a while, then got up, he went to find someone, maybe that guy was really going to die.

Anyhow, it's time to get to know each other for a while, and to see each other for the last time.

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　　Apart from watching the movie I Love My Motherland on National Day, I don’t have much time to spare... So, I can’t add more recently...

　　
　
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