Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

"Forget it, think about it."

Luo Zhan's eyes flickered, and he smiled and comforted: "Since I have lost the opportunity and lost my fellowship, at least we can form a good relationship and make good friends with an immortal cultivator like her. In the unknown future, the benefits will come naturally." Inevitably."

"Hi."

In recent days, the master of Fengyue Pavilion has lost count of how many times he has sighed.

Thinking of Xiao Qingluo becoming the direct disciple of the Kunlun Patriarch, his heart throbbed, and he almost vomited blood.

However, she also had to admit that Luo Zhan was right.

Once a chance is lost, it cannot be lost a second time.

Thinking of this, she waved her slender hand lightly, and took the note into her hand, looked at it at a glance, and disappeared in the box with a flash of figure.

"Hehe, it's pretty fast."

Luo Zhan smiled indifferently, got up and walked out of the box, went downstairs along the steps, and left Zui Lan Fang through the back door.

*

The master of Fengyue Pavilion came and left lightly.

Lin Qingluo stood leaning against the window, feeling a little heavy.

"Master, there is a time limit for opening the secret place. It doesn't matter if you can't find it for the time being. At least someone has revealed the list and is willing to take risks. It's a good thing."

The little kingfisher silently stood on the eaves and listened to the corner of the wall, sensing that its master was upset, it flew down with its small wings, landed on its master's shoulder, and kissed its master's cheek affectionately.

"Um."

Lin Qingluo nodded her head lightly, lovingly rubbed Xiaomengpet's little head, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle: "Let's go, let's go to Yunsong Academy and find Li Yunxiu. There may be news about divination."

"Good."

The little kingfisher regained energy in an instant, flying out of the window like a flash of lightning.

Lin Qingluo smiled, his figure flashed, and he disappeared on the spot.

*

Yunsong Academy, branch of literature.

At noon, the students who took the lunch break gathered together in twos and threes, laughing and chatting in the classroom.

Someone was taking a nap on the desk, snoring one long and one short, which was particularly abrupt in the noisy classroom.

"Look, the little girl downstairs is Miss Lin?"

The sharp-eyed students standing next to the window couldn't help exclaiming when they saw the dashing young girl in Tsing Yi in the square downstairs.

"Where? Let me see."

"Get out of the way, out of the way."

The yawning, extremely bored students suddenly regained their energy and swarmed towards the window, wanting to pay their respects to the goddess in their hearts for the first time.

The same scene was played out in every classroom at the same time.

More than ten days ago, the eldest granddaughter of the Duke of Zhen made a stunning appearance at the Martial Arts Academy, and her image of excellence was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

The melon-eaters, who were full of regret for not being able to witness the beauty of the goddess with their own eyes, flocked to the windows and looked down.

The teaching building, which can accommodate thousands of people, suddenly became noisy, and the windows of each classroom were crowded with people. Looking from the bottom up, as far as the eye could see, there were all black heads.

Lin Qingluo smiled softly, and her thin voice came to everyone's ears clearly: "Where is Li Yunxiu? This girl has something important to do with him."

"Li Yunxiu!"

In a classroom on the third floor, a deafening noise erupted suddenly. The students who heard the voice transmission in their minds all exclaimed in unison and turned to look at the owner of the name.

"Hey, the boss is here."

With excited eyes, Li Yunxiu ran down the stairs like a gust of wind, and rushed towards the square.

"Is he Li Yunxiu?"

"Freshmen who just entered this year?"

"That's him? Calling Miss Lin the boss over and over again?"

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