[Quick Wear] The villain always salivates at me

Ji Lingxiu originally thought that he was too reserved when talking to Ruan Tang, and he didn't have much skill, so he wanted to see how the men and women in this book pursued their beloved, and how they said something Sweet talk.

Maybe he can get some inspiration from it.

So he entered the room with the notebook he took from Rong Pan, and opened the first page nervously.

【"You sword cultivator, you really don't understand the style. I'm already naked and standing in front of you. You really don't have any thoughts, and you don't even have a half-hearted heart—"

The sword cultivator in front of him looked indifferently, one hand tightly clenched the spirit sword in his hand, his slender and sparse eyelashes trembled slightly, but his thin lips were pursed even tighter, as if he was deaf to everything in front of him.

Seeing the indifference of the sword cultivator in front of her, the female cultivator of the Hehuan Sect rolled her eyes, she stretched out her soft and white arms to tightly wrap around Jian cultivator's neck, and her frail and boneless hands went straight towards Jian cultivator's vitals Touch it.

The sword under the man was already ready to strike.

The female cultivator smiled coquettishly, her beautiful eyes sparkled with sparkling light, she gently bit the earlobe of Jianxiu with her white teeth, and there seemed to be some ambiguous and obsessive obsession hidden in her voice:

"You are much more honest than your mouth right now."]

It's just that after a casual glance, Ji Lingxiu saw the content, and Ji Lingxiu shook his finger, and the storybook fell to the ground.

It must be the wrong way for him to open it.

Ji Lingxiu took a deep breath, picked up the notebook again, and flipped through it casually for another two nights.

[The coquettish moan in her mouth has been broken into pieces, Jianxiu's forehead is sweating a little, breathing heavily, like a beast, almost swallowing him into the belly——]

Ji Lingxiu slammed the book shut again.

He rubbed his forehead, and suddenly felt that his head seemed to be a little hurt.

Rong Pan, what is going on with this book of words that I bought, how to open a few pages is such an indescribable thing, is it possible that reading this kind of words book is the hobby of female cultivators now?

Ji Lingxiu looked at the storybook, his forehead twitched slightly, he licked his lips, and subconsciously tensed his jaw, feeling inexplicably that the flowers he had been raising so well had suddenly grown crooked.

And let's not talk about the yellow stuff inside.

The description of the sword cultivator looks familiar no matter how it looks, for example, the spirit sword is inseparable, the monk of the spirit sword sect and his swordsmanship make him superb——

Ji Lingxiu poured himself a cup of tea, moistened his throat, picked up the storybook again, and glanced at it several times in a hurry.

He read it sloppily, and skipped over some plots with a relatively large scale, but even so, he still saw many things that he hadn't touched before.

An incense stick of time passed, and Ji Lingxiu had finished reading the scriptures.

Ji Lingxiu finally understood that the prototype of the cold and ruthless sword repairer in this book, who never left his sword all the year round, was probably himself.

It's no wonder that when Rong Pan saw that he picked up the notebook, his eyes hesitated to speak, it seemed that he didn't want to take it away by himself, it turned out to be the case.

Ji Lingxiu had mixed feelings in his heart.

The veins on his forehead twitched, his eyes were dark and gloomy, and he felt his stomach churning when he thought of the protagonist who was based on himself and the female cultivator of the Acacia Sect.

As if to spit it out.

Ji Lingxiu stretched out his hand and clenched the spirit sword in his hand, took a deep breath, raised his hand, and turned his wrist flexibly twice, the sharp sword energy of the spirit sword was as sharp as a knife, and he tore the scriptures hard into pieces.

He sat up straight, feeling that the bad breath in his heart seemed to have not been released yet.

After a while, Ji Lingxiu thought about it carefully, then reached out and took out pen, ink and letter paper.

He thought carefully, organized his words, and then took a pen to write a two-page proposal to his master.

On the letter, Ji Lingxiu thought that these gentlemen who wrote the scriptures wrote a lot of profit-making scripts based on themselves without their own consent. This kind of sentimentality.The dirty words in the notebook not only damaged his reputation, but also made him feel uncomfortable and disgusted.

If these scriptures have a certain influence, it will give him a bad image impression, and at the same time, it will also make him unable to pursue his beloved Taoist companion.

Therefore, my sect and master can come to these bookstores to discuss with my husband about these scripts, and they can charge part of the fee when necessary.

At the end of the letter, Ji Lingxiu especially emphasized that he hoped that his master would help him to take back all the books that were based on him and made him feel uncomfortable, and he was not allowed to sell them in the future.

Ji Lingxiu put what he wrote into the envelope, drew a teleportation formation on the ground, and sent his envelope to the Spirit Sword Sect.

He reckoned that his master would help him out.

One is that my master is jealous of evil, and I will definitely solve it for myself when I see these damages to my reputation. Second, the finances of the Spirit Sword Sect are actually a bit embarrassing. I brought this matter to his door and just gave it to his master A chance to make money.

This is equivalent to dozing off and getting a pillow.

Ji Lingxiu nodded slightly in satisfaction, and the sharp murderous look in his eyes finally faded a little. He looked at the notebook on the ground that had been turned into shredded paper, and snapped his fingers.

The shredded papers on the ground immediately burned, but within a short time, those shredded papers had been burned to ashes.

He doesn't like this kind of book that writes about his entanglement with other women.

If he still doesn't have a sweetheart, he may be immersed in the way of swordsmanship, and he can't take care of this kind of thing, but now that he has a lover, he can't tolerate the slightest fool in his eyes, so naturally he won't sit idly by.

Besides, if he wanted to read it, he only read his own and Daoyou Ruan's book.

By the way, Daoyou Ruan still needs to agree.

Before the lantern festival started at night, several people had another dinner in the restaurant.

This time they ordered the restaurant's signature crab-stuffed oranges and oven-roasted chicken. These two foods were really fresh for people like Ji Lingxiu who don't go down the mountain often, and they ate to their hearts' content.

Ruan Tang didn't eat too much. After all, there are still many snacks to eat at the Lantern Festival later. If he is too full now, he probably won't be able to eat other food when he visits the Lantern Festival.

Rong Pan usually likes food the most, but today at the dinner table, she seemed to have a poor appetite, and she didn't eat as much as usual. Her eyes kept rolling, and after a few mouthfuls, she sneaked up to look at Ji Lingxiu.

He looked apprehensive and guilty.

Ruan Tang subconsciously touched Ji Lingxiu's arm with his arm, couldn't help leaning over, lowered his voice and asked in a low voice, "Did that child Rong Pan quarrel with you? I look at her as if she has been watching your face .”

Ji Lingxiu was touched by Ruan Tang's arm, and his whole body stiffened a little.

After a while, he cleared his throat, and answered Ruan Tang unhurriedly, "It's not a big deal, I'll just have a few words with her later, you shouldn't worry too much."

As he spoke, he handed the plum blossom soup cake in front of Ruan Tang, his face was as usual, but the tips of his ears were slightly red.

"Ruan Daoyou, try this plum blossom soup cake, there is a bit of plum blossom fragrance in it, and the chicken soup is light, it tastes very good."

Ruan Tang saw that Ji Lingxiu knew what was in his heart, so he didn't continue to ask. He obediently lowered his head, and took a bite of the plum blossom soup cake. The quiet plum blossom scent was mixed with a little sandalwood. The dough cake was pliable and tasted really good.

After he took a few mouthfuls, he put down the spoon.

After the meal was over, Ruan Tang deliberately left room for Ji Lingxiu and Rong Pan to talk, and he patted Wei Jianming on the shoulder, "Let's go, Jianming, accompany me downstairs to pay the bill, after all, we're due tomorrow. left."

Wei Jianming glanced at Rong Pan hesitantly, and finally left with Ruan Tang.

Rong Pan lowered her head, staring at her toes tremblingly, she didn't even dare to raise her head to look at Ji Lingxiu in front of her, after all, her senior brother saw that kind of script, and the senior brother would definitely punish her.

Either practice the moves on the sword manual hundreds of times, or practice against the big brother, and then fail miserably.

Woo woo woo.

She is so unlucky.

Ji Lingxiu didn't say anything, but just took out half a bag of spirit stones and put them in front of Rong Pan, he said lightly, "I broke your story book, and I'll give you this money as it's for you gone."

Rong Pan looked at the spirit stone, but instead of stretching out his hand to take it, he glanced nervously at Ji Lingxiu, "Brother, won't you punish me?"

Ji Lingxiu shook his head, and didn't say anything more about it. He said calmly, "Take the Lingshi and go play."

Rong Pan reached out to take the spirit stone, cheered, and walked downstairs to find Wei Jianming. Her cheerful voice could be heard from a distance, "Thank you, senior brother!"

Ji Lingxiu is not going to punish Rong Pan.

After all, when Rong Pan finds out that all the books she likes are taken off the shelves, and she can't find another one, that will be the biggest punishment for her.

Ji Lingxiu bent his lips calmly and smiled.

After he finished talking with Rong Pan, they looked at all kinds of lanterns on the streets of Taohua Town. There were not only rabbit lanterns and tiger lanterns, but also Chang'e inviting the moon lanterns, Wu Gang cutting osmanthus lanterns, and even A lot of revolving lanterns and so on.

People were dazzled by all kinds of lanterns, so the two children bought one for themselves, and Ji Lingxiu also paid for a rabbit lantern for Ruan Tang.

The further you go, there are troupe singing and juggling, and there is even a loud gong beating not far away.

"Come and take a look. Our annual event in Peach Blossom Town has started again. Whoever can be the first to grab the lantern at the top of this stake will win the first prize!"