Since Liu Feifei and the other two joined Lingji Sect, they naturally could not return to the residence of the casual cultivator.

There was a room left, so I arranged for the two to move in.

After returning from work, she poured herself a glass of water, and the cold liquid slid across her throat, moistening the painfully burning lungs. Just as she was about to continue the second cup, she accidentally looked up and found that Yang Jingzhenjun did not leave, but stood by the window, wrapped her hands around her chest, not knowing what she was thinking.

"It's so late, Junior Sister Yangxiao won't go back to her room to rest?"

For the sake of the original owner Xiao Bao Feng comment, she didn't want to have any scandals with Yang Jingzhenjun.

"I helped you a lot today, are you just driving people like that?"

Pei Ye was guilty and forced to give someone a personal disciple, which was indeed not very kind.

"What are the special things about these two casual cultivators? They deserve your care and care?" Yang Jingzhenjun asked again.

Pei Ye touched his nose awkwardly.

"I am cherishing talents, cherishing good seedlings, and poaching people for Lingjizong."

Faced with Pei Ye's perfunctory answer, Zhenjun Yang Jing just sneered.

"Oh? I don't think so."

Pei Ye heard his sarcastic and knew that his visitor was not good, so he asked back.

"Junior Sister Yangxiao suspects that I have bad intentions?"

"It's not."

Pei Ye spread his hands and cried out: "It's unfair!"

"Do you think I'll believe it?"

After saying that, the room fell silent again.

Pei Ye lowered his head and admired the blue and white patterns on the edge of the teacup, and silently recited "Yang Jingyang Jing quickly left" in his heart, hoping to chant him away.

Obviously, her comments were invalid.

Not only did Zhenjun Yang Jing not leave, but instead sat opposite her.

The charming phoenix eyes that could capture the soul were straightforwardly looking at every change in expression on Pei Ye's face, as if they wanted to see through the secret hidden in her heart. When others were stared at by him like this, they had long been scared to stagger their eyes, but Pei Ye was not afraid at all.

"Believe it or not, I treat Junior Sister Yangxiao with openness or frankness."

Facing the look, Pei Ye did not retreat but instead advanced. He smiled and opened his arms, tangling his eyes with him, and for no reason, it was a bit hot and entangled. Zhenjun Yang Jing, who realized this, quickly moved away his eyes as if he was burned.

"Shameless!" he said.

Pei Ye couldn't help laughing: "Junior Sister Yangxiao, why am I shameless?"

Zhenjun Yang Jing didn't want to ramble with her.

Past experience told him that nine of the ten sentences in front of him were doubtful, and the remaining one was nonsense.

So he went straight to the point.

"You accepted Xingyun and Chuanyun's two female disciples because you 'respected talents, cherish good seedlings, and poached people for Lingjizong'?"

Pei Ye: "Yes, yes, you see how talented they are. What, is there any problem?"

Zhenjun Yang Jing could not bear it anymore: "It is these two people who have great talent that have a big problem!"

If Pei Ye had not taken away Lang Qinghe today and did not give Liu Feifei a strong match, he would have to bear the patience and observe for a while.

There is nothing wrong with accepting disciples, but it is very problematic to accept three talented personal disciples in just a short period of time.

Zhenjun Yang Jing always felt that Pei Ye had hidden something.

Pei Ye's smile stiffened.

“What’s the problem?”

Zhenjun Yang Jing’s eyes were sharp: “Who are Xingyun and Chuanyun? The true identities of the two of them! And the two casual cultivators today… are all full of doubts.”

"Well, didn't you say it before? Xingyun is the furnace and cauldron that the evil disciple Gu Changxin had caught from somewhere. Zhuanyun is..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhenjun Yang Jing.

"Enough!" The latter's eyes were quite complicated, and his eyes were covered with red silk at some point, dispelling the charming charm of the phoenix eyes. "You have the ability to make people turn yin and yang upside down and change gender. How can I be sure that Xingyun and Chuanyun are women?"

Pei Ye: “…”

The system in the brain sounded the alarm.

Glimpse: [Oh, it makes you feel slutty, hehehe, now you're about to be blinded by someone.]

Pei Ye rolled his eyes inside.

【Tiangong, continue to ban it!】

This spicy chicken system is really noisy.

System: [Gam!]

"Junior Brother Yang Jing doubts who they are? Even if they are not women or men, at this age, talent and strength, what kind of storm can it cause?" Even though the vest was already shaking, Pei Ye was still calm and reached out to grab Yang Jingzhenjun's hand, pressed it against his eyebrows, and his eyes were open to meet his gaze, "Or~~~ Junior Brother Yang Jing wants to see his senior brother's sea of ​​consciousness?"

Zhenjun Yang Jing retracted his hands as if he was scalded, and a ray of redness on his cheeks were added.

"You, you are shameless!"

Pei Ye: “…”

No, why is she shameless again???

The voice of the spirit of the weapon sounded in her mind.

[Because what you said just now is basically equivalent to inviting someone to practice dual cultivation, and it is still very [naked] revealing.]

Pei Ye: “…”

She wanted to make up for it embarrassedly, but the spirit of the weapon said again: [You have not been a hooligan anyway, you have not been a hooligan once or twice, just get used to it.]

Pei Ye once again: "..."

How can you get used to this kind of thing?

Looking at Yang Jingzhenjun who was furious by herself, Pei Ye lost his funny pleasure for the first time, and felt that it was inexplicably difficult. She wanted to explain that she was not such an inappropriate person, and she suffered from the proof of her. In addition, she had always been stubborn and the atmosphere became stiff.

The more I thought about it, the more aggrieved Pei Ye felt.

Before I knew it, my mouth was slapped and my eyes were filled with water vapor.

The left side of the left side of the book is written “poor” and the right side of the book is written “grieved”.

Yang Jingzhenjun looked at her, and the veins on her forehead began to beat happily again.

Who is wronged and who is transferred to the play in this way?

An unknown person came in and saw it, and thought he was so arrogant.

"Forget it, if you like to accept disciples, you can accept disciples. You can take them a few, but I am ugly in front of you - if I find any of them that have any signs of harming Lingji Sect, don't blame me for being overwhelmed and clearing the door for you." Yang Jingzhenjun sighed, knowing that this conversation was a dissatisfaction, and his mood was inexplicably blocked, as if a stone that could not be moved away was pressed on his heart, which made him breathe unhappy.

Especially when looking at Pei Ye's eyes, his emotions became even more intense.

"Oh, I got it."

Zhenjun Yang Jing rescued him again: "Also, you should not have the intention to harm others, but you should be careful of others. Don't pick up any good seedlings from the sect. Lingji Sect is not so short of people now. Compared with the disciple's cultivation talent, the mind is more important."

"Oh, remember."

Yang Jingzhenjun curled his fingers and turned his head unnaturally, using his light to secretly pay attention to Pei Ye's movements.

"Just remember, I'll go back to my room first and see you tomorrow."

Pei Ye: "Okay."

Yang Jing Zhenjun: “…”

He said soft words, but Pei Ye's attitude did not improve and he was still unfamiliar.

This made Yang Jing feel unhappy, but he had no shame to say such childish words as "You can't be angry, you have to pay attention to me."

Until there was only Pei Ye left in the room.

【Tiangong, others have left?】

The Spirit of the Artifact: [Go away.]

Pei Ye, who was depressed just now, breathed a sigh of relief, and the next second he became more and more energetic.
Chapter completed!