Listening to this sweet and tender call, looking at this warm scene, the surrounding young disciples had a complicated look in their eyes: It was too hot and too passionate. It seemed that this young girl was really martial uncle Ling's fiancée? However, wasn't this young girl a little too young?
Could it be that martial uncle Ling had never had anything to do with women because of this young girl? Tsk, tsk. I didn't expect martial uncle Ling to have such a weird taste. He actually likes such a young girl. It was too brutal, too brutal, too brutal to look at ... He was still a child.
Ling Wushang seemed to feel everyone's strange gazes. He turned his head and swept a cold glance. Everyone felt the temperature around them drop instantly, as if they had entered a World of Ice and snow. After a cold shiver, they all looked up at the sky. A few days ago, a few birds had flown away.
Meng Luo was still running in their direction. Just when everyone thought that Ling Wumi would reach out and catch this cute girl, a shocking scene happened.
Just as Meng Luo stretched out her arms and was about to hang onto Ling Wushang like an octopus, Ling Wushang swayed slightly.
"Back!" Under everyone's dumbfounded gazes, the passionate Meng Luo stuck her body to the wall in a standard "" shape, making a crisp sound.
The surroundings were deathly silent, and everyone was petrified.
Meng Luo looked like a pancake, giving people the illusion that she could be torn off, folded in half, and stuffed with some braised meat.
"Big brother Ling, what are you doing?" Meng Luo slid down the wall and sat on the ground. She wiped her nose, and tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at Ling Wushang with a wronged expression.
"Are you okay? if you're okay, then come with me." Ling Wushang said expressionlessly, as if he didn't see the tears in her eyes. Ling Wushang already had a plan in his heart. This troublemaker gave his little sister a headache, but it didn't matter. He would help her solve it.
"Oh." Meng Luo rolled to her feet, and the tears in her eyes disappeared. She had already mastered the ultimate technique and could control her tears freely! She didn't know why, but when she saw the "brother Ling" that she had been thinking about day and night, Meng Luo didn't feel any sense of familiarity or warmth. Instead, she felt an inexplicable sense of distance and fear. What was going on? Meng Luo shook her head. She guessed that it was probably because she was too tired from the journey, so she didn't think too much about it.
Ling Wushang said no more after that and walked down the mountain.
"Big brother Ling, where are we going?" Meng Luo forced herself to throw that strange feeling out of her mind. She took a few steps forward and tried to hold Ling Wushang's arm.
As if he had eyes on the back of his head, Ling Wushang moved half a step and dodged Meng Luo's demonic claws.
"Let's go down the mountain. " Ling Wushang said simply, just like his cloud-like movements, simple and smooth, without any excess.
"You're so petty. " Meng Luo rolled her eyes and said gloomily, having failed again. Why was it so difficult to take advantage of her?
"If you don't want to be driven out of the sect by me, you'd better not touch me. Don't you know that men and women should not touch each other?" Ling Wushang turned around and glanced at Meng Luo.
"Oh, okay. Then I'll go hug sister Chuxi in the future. " Hearing Ling Wushang's words, Meng Luo pouted and mumbled softly.
"Women shouldn't be close to each other." Ling Wushang added expressionlessly.
Meng Luo's mouth twitched. Was there such a sentence?
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