Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Seeing that the seal was not moved, Song Le said in a firm tone: "Sit down and eat."

Only then did Feng Xi sit down hesitantly, restrained and at a loss, and waited until Song Le moved his chopsticks, then he slowly imitated her and drank nervously one sip at a time.

"Sugar." Song Le took a sip or two of the porridge naturally, frowned tastelessly, then reached out to scoop a small spoonful of white sugar on the porridge surface with a porcelain spoon, raised his eyes and asked him, "Do you want it?"

Feng Xi didn't know how to answer, let alone what sugar was.

Uneasy was silent for a few breaths, he saw that the person in front of him seemed to sigh, and took the initiative to scoop up a spoonful of porridge for him and sprinkle it on the porridge.

"You don't even know how to mix well?" The voice was clear and indifferent, but it somehow made him feel gentle, but this person only set up a humiliating and beating game with those people at noon, why is it like this now?

Feng Xi was afraid of greater humiliation in the future, but at the same time he was greedy for the bowl of warm porridge in front of him, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, tangled and hesitant.

Song Le saw that he was not moving, and didn't know what he was thinking, so she stopped her chopsticks, reached out to stir him up, and said quickly: "It's done."

Feng Ximo lowered his head and took a sip, then he seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then he didn't care about the heat, he swallowed it spoonful by spoonful.

Song Le didn't tell him to eat slowly, but quietly watched him gobble it up, and finally handed out a clean handkerchief, and asked casually, "You like sweet things so much?"

Feng Xi also knew that his appearance as if he hadn't eaten in eight lifetimes just now was ridiculous, when he heard him ask Tian when he was slightly embarrassed, he was stunned, just now, was that, the taste of sweet?

"The happiness value of the seal is +100, and the current happiness value is -9896."

Song Le heard the sudden reminder, and was stunned by the sudden hundred.

Did she say something?Or what did she do?Song Le, who didn't know what to do, was a little dumbfounded with a blank face.

Quickly returning to her senses, she finally remembered the business, coughed and called him, "Feng Xi."

Unexpectedly, before the next words came out, just as his name was called, someone knocked on the door: "Excuse me, is Master Song there? Disciple Luo Jingchen."

"Come in." Hearing this name, Song Le's heart skipped a beat.

Looking up, I saw a handsome young man in white striding in, his starry eyes were completely different from Feng Xi's frankness and straightforwardness.

"Uncle Song, Master asked me to come and ask, when do you plan to appoint the head of your disciples?"

This is exactly what Song Lefang wanted to say!

Cangcui Peak has two sect masters, one is Song Wuyou, and the other is naturally Luo Jingchen's master Ye Ruyuan.

The two have always been at odds, fighting openly and secretly for the position of the peak master.

This battle is not only between themselves, but also involves the contest between the disciples of their respective sects.

Ye Ruyuan had already appointed Luo Jingchen as his chief disciple, so he was naturally very concerned about the origin of Song Wuyou's favorite disciple.

Song Le said softly, "No hurry, I will make a decision on this matter in three months."

"Yes, Master." Luo Jingchen nodded upon hearing that, casually glanced at the seal next to him, saw the blood-red lotus birthmark on his face like a symbol, frowned, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and said in surprise: "Isn't this The thief..."

Song Le frowned instantly, before Feng Xi could react, he raised his voice coldly and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Being scolded by this, Luo Jingchen also felt that he had made a slip of the tongue, but he had a good relationship with Senior Brother Xia who lost the jade bracelet, and heard a lot of bad things about this freak in private.

Unclean hands and feet, dark and eccentric... Over time, even though I have never met the real person, this is how I formed my impression of him.

"Shut up, I'm sorry Master, the disciple was rude!" Luo Jingchen hurriedly clasped his fists and lowered his head.

Song Le did not accept the apology, and said coldly: "This matter has not yet come to a conclusion, and such a name has been given to someone in private. Besides, I can't even tell who I should apologize to. This is how Ye Ruyuan taught his disciples ?”