The Abused Female Character Doesn't Want To Die (MTL) [COMPLETED]

73 (Fanwai 4)

Rong Shang slowly lowered his head, his eyes sinking slightly: "If Immortal Venerable wants to set off a firecracker, then the disciple will go outside the house to take a look and see if he can buy it..."

Before he finished speaking, his body stiffened.

In the quiet air, a slightly solemn breath sounded, his throat rolled slightly, and his eyes looked down at the slender jade hand holding Xiaorong.

"Huh?" Yu Zhengzong's white fingertips moved slightly, and a bright smile rose from the corner of his mouth: "Why don't you continue talking?"

The bright fireworks on the horizon bloomed and disappeared again. He pressed his thin lips, and his arms hanging beside him tightened: "Let go!"

His voice was low, with a trace of long-lasting depression, as if some scourge was about to break free from its shackles.

Yu Zhengzheng didn't care, she smiled slightly: "If I don't relax, what can you do?"

Yes, what can he do?

Can you resist her, or can you defeat her?

The upper face constricted his eyes, and the drooping eyelashes quivered twice, covering the dark and bottomless pupils.

His fingertips gently rubbed the Bodhi Zi on his wrists, his cold white skin lined his lips as red as blood, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up: "Have you ever heard a word from Xianzun?"

Yu Zhengzong was startled: "What?"

Rongshang stretched out her arms without rushing, and her skeletal palm fell on her slender neck.

His thin and slender fingers were slightly bent, and his thinly callused finger pads gently ran across the warm white jade skin, causing her to shiver subconsciously.

Rong Shang leaned over and moved his fingertips down calmly. He pressed his lips to the edge of her ears, and muttered in a low voice: "Heaven's reincarnation, the cycle of cause and effect."

Yu Zhengzhen's eyes were puzzled, and he was about to ask him something, only to see him remove his palm, holding a piece of red plum petals between his fingertips.

He chuckled and blew the petals off the palm of his hand: "The disciple is offended, this red plum fell on Xianzun's shirt."

Before she could speak, he waved her arm away and took a step back: "Xianzun goes to bed earlier, and Guardian Pei will come and pick you up tomorrow morning."

Having said that, Rong Shang left without looking back.

Yu Zhengzheng looked at his back thoughtfully, and some complicated and unspeakable emotions were born in his heart.

How did he know that Pei Qian would come to pick her up tomorrow?

She has a fear of heights, if she is on flat ground, she can still use a sword instead.

But as long as the sword is three meters above the ground, she will react with dizziness and nausea, so even if seven years have passed, and her cultivation has reached the peak, Pei will still pick her up and down the mountain.

She deliberately told Pei Qian to keep the matter secret, after all, she is also a person with idol aura now.

Whether it is a disciple on the Guixu Mountain or the people who worship her in the human world, if they know her, the Guizang Immortal Venerable who is about to fly through the catastrophe, they will not even dare to fly with the sword.

If Rong Shang didn't even know when she would go to the Red Lotus Temple, and even waited for her to stand in the outer space of the temple for three days and three nights, how did he know that Pei Qian would come to pick her up tomorrow?

Yu Zhengzheng narrowed her eyes, remembering that he had just used tea to speak to others, and the words were full of sour jealousy, she couldn't help frowning.

Isn't he amnesia?

If he has no memory loss at all, then she is cooking soup for him, jumping over the wall and planning a hero to save the United States, and even because he went to kiss a dog...

Yu Zhengzheng became more and more angry, and she let out a low voice: "Rong Shang?!"

The white shadow only paused in his footsteps, and then walked forward calmly in the next instant.

She stared angrily at his back.

He better not lie to her!

If not, she would paste the shit on his face and let him step on the eaves of the wall to stew the king's soup.

Yu Zhengzhen stepped on the soft white snow, and the sound of "Shu Shu" sounded under her feet. Perhaps because of a bad mood, she left a deep snow pit wherever she stepped.

She followed him closely and stepped into the main house next door.

The door of the room was slammed by her, and Yung Shang turned to his side, looking at the crumbling door, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

Haven't seen it in seven years.

This temper is really as hot as ever.