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Chapter 114 Xiuxian Qingmei VS Villain Bamboo Horse (12)

"...There are many beautiful women in the cultivation world." Ling Zihao struggled to death.

"I know that there are many female monks with outstanding appearance in the cultivation world, but they are so exquisite like Qin Xiang. Have you ever seen her before you have lived for so many years?"

Ling Zihao: "..." There is really nothing.

Thinking of this, Ling Zihao's eyes fell on Qin Xiang again.

She was dressed in white, with cold and refined white, fair and almost transparent ice and snowy skin, delicate oval face, eyebrows as dark as distant, eyes as autumn water, graceful and beautiful.

Qin Xiang, who was not smiling, was a cold fairy, a snow lotus on the top of the Tianshan Mountains, and was unattainable.

Qin Xiang smiled with beautiful eyes and smart smiles. His delicate facial features seemed to be injected with vitality, lively and vivid, as beautiful as a dream, as if they were dreamy, not as a demon.

Under Lu Yan's gaze, Ling Zihao shook his head in a complicated expression.

Yes, he has lived for so many years and has never seen a woman who is more beautiful than Qin Xiang.

Seeing Ling Zihao nodding and admitting, Lu Yan's smile became even brighter.

Qin Xiang is the biggest beauty in Shu, and her beauty is a major feature of them in Shu!

[The favorability of the Lu Banquet is 2, and the current favorability is 22.]

The basic favorability level is 20 points, which Qin Xiang did not expect.

She originally thought that Lu Yan was probably treating the original owner as his mortal enemy, and her favorability should be negative.

Thinking of the way the original owner and Lu Yan got along from childhood to adulthood, Qin Xiang found it funny to see that Lu Yan would always be beaten up whenever Lu Yan was beaten, saying that he would definitely beat her next time and that Qin Xiang was amused.

Qin Xiang smiled and her eyes were curved, and her clear eyes were like a crescent moon, sweet to the hearts.

Before Ling Zihao could take his sight back from her face, he was caught off guard by her smile and was stunned.

Not only Ling Zihao, but even Ling Chen narrowed his eyes, staring at Qin Xiang, who had changed a lot after his amnesia with a secret eye.

Lu Yan also heard the laughter, and turned his head and saw Qin Xiang's seductive appearance. Looking at Ling Zihao's unconcealed straightforward vision, Lu Yan's face suddenly turned dark.

Regardless of whether his behavior would be abrupt, Lu Yan directly raised his sleeves to cover Qin Xiang's face, turned to look at Ling Zihao, and glared at the other party with annoyance.

"What to look at? What's good about it? Aren't they all one face, two eyes, one nose and one mouth?"

Ling Zihao: "..." Suddenly I want to beat someone up!

Ling Zihao ignored Lu Yan and looked at Qin Xiang again, looking forward to Qin Xiang's reaction.

Unfortunately, Ling Zihao was disappointed...

Qin Xiang didn't mind Lu Yan's behavior of blocking her face. Instead, he gently reached out and grabbed Lu Yan's outer shirt around Lu Yan's waist, looking straight at Lu Yan, as if Lu Yan was her whole world.

That look of trust in one's wholeheartedness is so enviable...

If the person she trusts is him...

When Ling Zihao thought of this possibility, he felt his breathing stagnant. For a moment, his heartbeat seemed to be half a beat slower.

Before Ling Zihao could figure out the truest thoughts in his heart, Lu Yan suddenly reached out and pushed him, forcibly interrupting his thoughts.

"No? You don't understand human words? You are told not to read it anymore, don't read it anymore, why are you still staring at it?"

"Qin Xiang is thin-skinned. If you continue to look at her, she will be scared. Don't look at her quickly."

Qin Xiang: "..." Is there anything wrong with being thin-skinned and afraid?

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