It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

Lan Qingya looked at him and was shocked to find that he actually had a kind smile on his lips: "Didn't you say that you had some ideas about the magic weapon that your master refined for you? Tell me when you get back."

There's nothing you can do about it, she'll fall for it.

He could only try to be gentle, otherwise he would push the girl further away.

There are too many suitors around her.

[Master has gone astray? ]

The corners of Jun Moxiao's lips, which had not yet been raised, drooped, and the arc that he was trying hard to pull out was strangled in the cradle.

[I did say that, but that was all said in Piao Miao Sect, many days ago. How come you only remembered it now, Master? ]

[Master, I want to go out and play, Master...]

Jun Moxiao ignored her and directly took her hand and walked out.

Lan Qingya could only let him pull her away. She turned around and pouted at Xu Xianyuan. Her helpless expression was like that of a child who was called home by her parents for dinner.

Xu Xianyuan smiled and waved at her secretly.

All the way to the residence, Lan Qingya muttered: "Master, you know how Alan uses the sword, so you can just refine it. I said that last time because I just wanted you to make the hilt look better."

"I believe in Master's aesthetic sense, so I didn't mention it again. I didn't expect you still remember it now."

"In fact, as long as it's made by Master, Alan will be happy no matter what."

Jun Moxiao suddenly stopped outside the yard where they lived and turned around.

As expected, Lan Qingya fell into his arms.

[Master, why is he acting so strange recently? He always stops suddenly when walking, causing me to get bumped into all the time.]

He complained in his heart but put on a flattering and innocent smile on his face.

"Master, your chest doesn't hurt, does it?"

He looked at her fox-like smile and whispered, "Since I'm going to help you refine it, the more it suits your taste, the better."

[Wow... Master is so good to me. Master and I are the best in the world! ]

"Thank you, Master!"

Lan Qingya's smile this time showed her sincerity.

Then she said in a half-voiced voice: "I only have one request. Master must leave the word Jun on the magic weapon he refines this time. This way, I can feel Master's care and preference when I use it. Is that okay?"

Jun Moxiao did not refine many magical instruments, and as the author, he was extremely perfunctory, and each time he would just carve a half bracket in an inconspicuous place.

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Just take it as a joke.

Lan Qingya disagreed in her heart more than once.

Jun Mo Xiao, alas, the True Lord Qingyun, who is coveted by the entire immortal world, but no one believes in the magic weapons she has refined, which greatly affects the effectiveness of her pretense.

Jun Moxiao did not answer and walked into the yard.

Lan Qingya clung to him, shaking his arm and saying, "Is it okay? Is it okay, Master..."

Jun Moxiao felt like an iceberg was melting in his heart. Thinking that he could stay with her for a while longer, he did not open his mouth in response.

Just as they were about to enter the house, Lan Qingya angrily let go of her hand.

【Ajun, you are not behaving well. 】

Lord Grim: Ahem...

Seeing him glance at her, Lan Qingya quickly put on a pitiful expression: "Master... please..."

This little fox who says one thing and thinks another.

Under the morning sun, those bright eyes were firmly imprinted in his heart.

Lord Grim: "Okay."

In the afternoon, Xiang Danqing came with a delicate and weak body.

She had a graceful figure, like a willow branch swaying in the wind in March, standing in the yard.

Lan Qingya poured a cup of tea for Jun Moxiao and heard someone calling her from the door: "A Jun..."

The sound of the oriole's song was melodious, full of affection and a hint of resentment. If you didn't know, you would think that someone had let her down.

Lan Qingya lowered her head and drank tea.

【Master’s love interest has come to me. 】

Lan Qingya was just about to ask Jun Moxiao if he wanted her to go out and send the woman away, but Xiang Danqing came in uninvited and walked in from the door.

"Ajun, I have something to talk to you alone."

This time she came straight to the point, although she was still delicate and gentle.

"I have nothing to say to you." Jun Moxiao said in a cold tone.

"It's about you, your fate." She smiled, determined to win: "Haven't you always wanted to figure it out but couldn't?"

Jun Moxiao's expression changed, and he stood up and walked to Xiang Danqing: "How did you calculate that?"

Xiang Danqing smiled tenderly: "You forgot that I am a descendant of the Hongnong Xiang family. Our family has inherited the ancient secret method of deduction."

As she spoke, she walked forward as if no one was around and put her arms around his shoulders.

Looking at his distant and handsome eyes, she was fascinated: "Eighty years ago, I went back and inherited the secret method. I have studied hard for the past eighty years just to help you calculate your fate. Are you touched?"

Jun Moxiao met the woman's charming eyes and said, "Alan, get out."

He gave Danqing a triumphant smile and glanced at Lan Qingya with a hint of boasting.

The latter didn't even look at her, put down the teacup in his hand, and simply walked out.

As soon as Lan Qingya went out, the main house was put under restrictions.

[Master is so pitiful, he has to sacrifice his looks to get some information.]

She turned back to her room and continued to sit lazily by the window drinking tea. The propped-up window frame just framed the main house into the scene.

The door to the main house was not closed.

The ban can block the detection of sound and spiritual consciousness, but it cannot block the images.

Lan Qingya took a sip of tea and saw debris flying around in Jun Moxiao's room.

[Oh my god, is it so exciting? ]

[What a pity, my peerless master has fallen into the hands of Xiang Danqing from the Wuji Sect.]

[I really want to go and take a look secretly. ]

Soon, she realized something was wrong. More and more things were flying around. There were no scattered clothes, but teapots and teacups, tables and chairs were all blown away.

Lan Qingya: Is this a double cultivation between two people? This is the Husky destroying the house.

She was a little worried, but then she thought, Xiang Danqing was only in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm and was no match for Jun Moxiao. She didn't need to worry about this at all.

The next moment, Xiang Danqing was knocked out of the bedroom and thrown into the main room.

Lan Qingya:!

[This is too intense.]

He sneered at Danqing, got up from the ground, and pounced on him again with a ferocious look on his face.

Got knocked away again.

She threw herself back unyieldingly.

Still got knocked away.

Lan Qingya: ...

Xiang Danqing no longer had the gracefulness, composure and confidence she had just now. She stood up with a look of resentment on her face and said something to Jun Moxiao.

"Jun Moxiao, don't think you can really fool everyone by pretending to be pure and unattainable. The way you were in Wuji Sect will always be a stain on you."

Jun Moxiao looked at her coldly without changing his expression.

"I never thought that you wouldn't even let me touch the corner of your clothes, yet you have such shameful thoughts..."

As Xiang Danqing spoke, he sneered and looked at Lan Qingya who was drinking tea outside the barrier, but her eyes kept glancing towards the main house from time to time.

"It's fine if you don't fall in love, but once you do, is it so shocking?" She suppressed the jealousy in her eyes, "I can't force you now, just remember what you promised me and don't break your promise."