Twin god-level martial spirits shocked the Demon Emperor’s wife!

The man stretched out his hand, and the Pope was a little puzzled.

"Fan Chen, what are you doing?"

Looking at the man's outstretched hand, the Pope was a little puzzled.

Luo Fan Chen then remembered that there was no handshake ceremony like in the previous life in the Soul Martial Continent, but the hand had been extended, so how could he return empty-handed?

He said seriously:

"This is called a handshake ceremony in our village. For people who are truly recognized in the heart, we will shake hands every time we meet."

"Is that so." The Pope's eyebrows raised, and said: "Your village is very interesting."

There is no shyness of a girl, only the frankness of a mature woman, and she stretched out her jade hand openly.

Luo Fan Chen's arm retreated slightly, only holding the five green fingers of the Pope.

The cool and soft touch makes people feel excited.

"Didn't you say we should shake hands? Why are you only holding fingers?"

The pope noticed this little detail and asked curiously.

A hint of embarrassment flashed in the depths of her beautiful eyes. This was the first time in her life that she was willing to have physical contact with a man.

Luo Fanchen laughed heartily: "In our village, men shake women's hands, not fully, but half-shake to show respect."

"It's really interesting." Di Weiyang raised the corners of her lips, feeling very novel.

The pope's hand felt very comfortable, but Luo Fanchen did not covet it and quickly let go.

The mature sea king is lustful, but not vulgar.

When it's time to go in, you have to rush in even if your head is broken and bloody, but when the heat is not yet, you have to grasp the degree and leave a good impression in the other person's heart.

Beside, Bai Yingyue had a wooden face and a surging heart.

The teacher was actually willing to let the senior brother hold hands? ?

Didn't the teacher reject men?

Ah?

"Yingyue, what's wrong with you?"

Di Weiyang noticed from the corner of his eye that something seemed wrong with the female disciple.

Bai Yingyue breathed quickly and said, "Teacher... aren't you being too hasty? Do you want to reconsider?"

Di Weiyang asked, "Shouldn't you be happy that your teacher has gained a confidant?"

You have gained a confidant, but I have lost a senior brother!!!

It hurts.

It hurts so much.

Bai Yingyue felt uncomfortable and had chest tightness, but she didn't know how to refute it. She could only give a blessing that was not in her heart and force a smile:

"Happy, I am very happy."

Di Weiyang wondered, "Then why are you crying?"

Bai Yingyue couldn't hold it back after hearing this. Her eyes were red and tears were flowing.

"Woo woo."

"It's okay, teacher. I am so happy for you."

"Puff!"

A laugh suddenly came out. The pope and the saint looked over at the same time and saw Luo Fanchen covering his mouth and trying to control it.

Bai Yingyue snorted with tears in her eyes: "Brother, your sympathy is gone. My sister is crying like this, why don't you try to comfort her?"

"Aren't you crying for joy? Why do you need to comfort her?"

"Kuku."

Luo Fanchen covered his mouth, but he still laughed. Bai Yingyue was so angry that she stopped crying and gritted her teeth in hatred.

How come this stinky man, stinky brother, doesn't understand the little woman's mind at all.

Di Weiyang said seriously: "Yingyue, don't call me brother anymore. He and the teacher are on the same level. You should call me uncle or uncle."

"Uncle?"

Bai Yingyue was struck by lightning, stunned, and felt bad all over.

The female pope actually made up for it?

Hahaha.

I laughed to death.

Luo Fanchen didn't know whether the female pope was deliberately black-bellied or really didn't realize where the problem was.

He had long been paying attention to Bai Yingyue's expression, and had guessed the girl's thoughts to a certain extent, so of course he knew why she was crying.

"Kukuku——"

"You're still laughing!" Bai Yingyue pouted, stamped her feet in anger, and her beautiful legs in black boots shook repeatedly.

"Sorry."

"I'm a professional, unless I really can't help it."

Under the bright moonlight, Luo Fanchen walked over on the green weeds and patted Bai Yingyue's shoulders.

"Junior sister."

"Your little red lips are almost open-mouthed. How can you be happy? Don't lie to yourself."

Bai Yingyue's pretty face trembled slightly, but she quickly covered it up and denied it flatly: "You are talking nonsense. What am I lying to myself about?"

Luo Fanchen raised the corner of his mouth and joked:

"Okay, stop being stubborn. You are probably reluctant to lose me, your cheap senior brother."

"Shameless, who cares about you!" Bai Yingyue hummed in her heart. This girl doesn't care about face. Whoever admits it is a dog.

"Oh, so that's it." Luo Fanchen smiled and said, "Since you are willing to give it up, shouldn't you call me uncle now?"

"You are dreaming!" Bai Yingyue was trembling with anger.

"Look..." Luo

Fan Chen said, "I haven't said anything yet, but you're already anxious. You're really angry."

Bai Yingyue looked at the handsome senior brother's mean look, her silver teeth clattered, and she raised her fist to punch him in the eye socket.

"Hiss——"

"You're trying to murder your own senior brother!"

Luo Fanchen jumped aside and continued to tease: "Junior sister, don't be sad. From now on, we will talk about our own things. I call you junior sister, and you call me uncle."

"Ah! I'll fight you."

Under the moon in the forest, the beautiful saint pounced on him with her teeth and claws bared.

"Yingyue, don't be rude to your uncle."

The cold voice of the female pope came, and Bai Yingyue's forward momentum stopped abruptly, which was even more heartbreaking.

Luo Fanchen shook his head.

"Stop fighting, Junior Sister. The relationship between Master and I will not affect our relationship. Let's talk about our own affairs."

"Hmph! Who are you? I don't know you." Bai Yingyue crossed her arms, turned her head away with her nose up, but the corners of her mouth could not help but rise.

The loss and tension of the child's baby being snatched away in her heart were swept away.

Luo Fanchen smiled and said nothing.

Be good at mobilizing the goddess's emotions, let the other party's emotions fluctuate, and get into your rhythm.

This is actually what women often say about having "feelings" or "no feelings" for people.

Yang Wei and Li Hongpeng's flattery that always lowers the bottom line cannot bring this special feeling to women.

Just after holding the female pope master, he turned around to flirt with the saint junior sister. He is probably the number one person in the Soul Martial Continent, right?

Luo Fanchen looked at Di Weiyang. There were two things he wanted to ask in his heart. He was speechless when he was about to speak. For a while, he really didn't know what new name to change.

The female pope had great insight and thought, and said directly:

"Fan Chen, you can call me Wei Yang from now on."

"Although you and I are not called master and apprentice now, we are master and apprentice in reality. You are gifted, and I will teach you everything I know."