The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 362 Immortal Venerable, Hug Me (26)

At dusk that day, Zhong Haomiao came back from his mission at the foot of the mountain, and he came again to give Qiao Rong an osmanthus cake.

Only this time, after he handed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to Qiao Rong, he stared at her in a daze.

There was also a weird blush on his face.

Qiao Rong met his straight gaze and felt a little puzzled: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Zhong Haomiao suddenly panicked and said, "No, nothing."

Qiao Rong looked at him as if he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and became even more puzzled: "But you..."

"Oh, I said it's okay, it's okay!"

Zhong Haomiao jumped up and said.

But his face turned even redder.

Qiu Rong looked at his face and blinked.

"..."

Zhong Haomiao seemed to feel the scorching heat on his face.

He hastily wiped his face, then turned his back to Qiao Rong, and stammered: "Qiao, sister Qiao Rong, I have something to do today, see you tomorrow!"

After speaking, he ran away quickly.

That posture was like a scourge chasing after him.

Just like when he first met Qiao Rong.

Qiao Rong looked at his back and frowned slightly, feeling a little strange.

However, it seemed that Zhong Haomiao was not the only one who was strange on this day.

When he returned to Yanqing Peak, Qiao Rong planned to tell Immortal Mu Feng about his daily cultivation results.

However, as soon as she walked to the door, she found that the immortal was sitting silently at the table holding a cup.

His slender eyelashes drooped slightly, and the expression in his eyes was completely covered up, making it difficult to see clearly.

He didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't even notice that she was approaching.

Qiao Rong stopped three steps away from him.

She blinked, and tentatively called out: "...Master?"

When Mu Feng heard her voice, his long eyelashes moved slightly.

He came back to his senses and raised his eyes to look over.

When he saw her, he raised his lips slightly, and said softly, "Rongrou is back."

Qiao Rong nodded.

Mu Feng smiled, and was about to say something, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of the oiled paper bag containing sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her hand.

The smile on his lips gradually faded.

"Haomiao gave you osmanthus cake again?"

he asks.

His voice was weak and his emotions were unclear.

Qiao Rong nodded, and then asked with some doubts: "Master, what happened? You seem to be in a bad mood."

Mu Feng paused, his eyes moved away from the oil-paper bag, and fell on her faintly worried eyes.

He looked into her beautiful eyes and remained silent.

Qiao Rong frowned slightly: "Master..."

"soft and thick."

Mu Feng interrupted her suddenly.

Qiao Rong paused, did not speak again, and stood obediently waiting for him to speak.

Mu Feng and her looked at each other for a second, then slightly looked away, looking at the void beside her.

"Elder Ningxi came over to talk to me about something today." He said quietly, "I hope to hear your thoughts."

Qiao Rong was slightly taken aback: "...what's the matter?"

Mu Feng didn't continue talking, but suddenly asked, "What do you think about Hao Miao?"

Hearing this, Qiao Rong thought for a while before saying, "Brother Hao Miao is very kind to me."

Mu Feng was silent for a while.

Qiao Rong looked at his serious expression that was different from usual, and blinked.

Xianzun has never shown such an expression in front of her.

He is always gentle and polite, with a three-point smile on his lips, which makes people feel warm and comfortable.

Qiao Rong frowned slightly, thinking that something serious might have happened.

She was about to ask, but Mu Feng suddenly sighed.

He looked at her again with slightly complicated eyes.

"Then if you are asked to marry him and become a Taoist partner with him, would you be willing?"

(End of this chapter)