Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

In the dark of night, one person gallops on horseback.

"Aren't you saying goodbye?"

When passing through the Gwangju City Gate, a voice suddenly came from the shadow by the wall.

The voice was a bit illusory and couldn't be heard clearly, but Wei Zian knew that it was what he was speaking to.

"Sorry-"

Wei Zian Lama turned around and looked at the figure by the wall.

The moonlight was hazy, and the sky was covered by remnant clouds, so it was impossible to see the appearance of that person clearly.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Wei Zian narrowed his eyes slightly, and at the same time he was alert all over, his hand was already on Jinghong Sword.

"You should call me Senior Sister."

A slightly cold voice sounded, and the man walked out of the shadows.

Her complexion is as white as moonlight, her eyes are bright and her teeth are bright, and her figure is exquisite. One point more makes her fat, and one point less makes her thinner. She is a standard perfect figure. She is wearing a goose yellow dress, which adds a touch of agility to her. breath.

The woman just stood there quietly, but it made people feel that she was not an ordinary person, more like... walked out of a scroll.

This feeling is very strange, as if you just opened the book, thinking about what Luo Fu looks like, and then she appeared in front of you, just like what you thought in your mind.

"Sister?"

Wei Zi'an suddenly felt a little ridiculous, he didn't even have a master, where did the senior sister come from?
"Hey!"

Fu Ling blinked, and that illusory and almost perfect temperament instantly disappeared.

She giggled, jumped up, and jumped behind the little junior brother, just riding on the horse.

"The master is the gentleman you mentioned, but he is your master now."

Fuling dangled playfully on the horse's back, but the gentle waves made the little junior in front of him feel distracted.

"Cough cough."

Wei Zian scratched his head in embarrassment, wanting to remind his so-called senior brother, but felt a little bit reluctant.

He didn't know why, but he just felt that the appearance of this "senior sister" seemed to satisfy all his fantasies about beauty.

"Mr. Qi wants to accept me as a disciple?"

But Wei Zi'an soon came to his senses, he was not yet a creature dominated by his lower limbs.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

Fu Ling pouted, her plump vermilion lips exuding a seductive luster.

"It's impolite, Mr. Said, it's not good to answer the question."

Fu Ling tilted her head, looking serious.

"Forehead……"

Wei Zi'an thought for a while, and replied: "There's nothing wrong with saying goodbye like this. Could it be that you still have to look at each other with tears in your eyes, choking speechlessly?"

"Well, what you said seems to make sense."

Fu Ling nodded, smiled slightly and said, "Then I'll answer your question too."

"Mister really wants to accept you as a disciple."

After finishing speaking, Fu Ling blinked her big bright eyes and looked at Wei Zian expectantly.

The master is the master of the whole world. She wanted to see how Wei Zian would react if he could be accepted as a disciple by such a person?

"But, I don't want to be a teacher just yet."

Wei Zian hesitated.

To be favored by such a person is commendable no matter how you look at it.

But Wei Zian doesn't like the feeling of being restrained. Since the master is the whole world, as his disciple, there must be many rules.

"You don't want to?"

Fu Ling's eyes widened fiercely, and her beautiful eyes were full of shock, "Do you know how many people in the world want to worship Mr. as a teacher?"

"That's all."

Before Wei Zi'an could react, Fu Ling quickly returned to her appearance as a fair lady.

"The master said that fate has a fixed number, and there is no power to change it."

Poria leaned back slightly and sighed.

Junior brother is indeed a junior brother, he can do things that ordinary people can't, he is worthy of being the master's closed disciple.

"Anything like that?"

Wei Zian was taken aback for a moment, if his fate cannot be changed, then what does his practice of waste tire represent?
"Let's go, let's go."

Fu Ling couldn't help urging.

She came out to play, not to waste time, it was a waste of time here!

"I didn't agree to become the disciple of the master, you still want to follow me?"

Wei Zi'an asked in surprise.

"Can you refuse the beauty's request? Or such a beautiful beauty?"

Tears welled up in Fu Ling's beautiful eyes, Yin Fang bit her lip lightly, putting on a lovely and pitiful look.

"……All right."

Wei Zi'an turned his head away, and the sea of ​​air was slightly boiling.

It seems that I really can't refuse.

"Don't you know the girl's name?"

Wei Zi'an urged the horse to move forward, Fu Ling didn't pay attention, and her body stuck to Wei Zi'an's body.

"Just call me Senior Sister."

Fu Ling stretched out her hand to support it, but it was a little difficult under the influence of inertia, so she let go of her hand with her cheeks flushed slightly.

"My name is Fu Ling, but you can call me Senior Sister."

Fearing that Wei Zi'an might misunderstand, Fu Ling added another sentence.

Fu Ling... Wei Zian muttered a few words in a low voice, and asked, "Is this the name of the traditional Chinese medicine?"

"What is traditional Chinese medicine? I don't know."

Fu Ling closed her eyes, and the oncoming wind and sand hit Wei Zi'an's body, and the whistling wind in her ears made her feel sleepy for a while.

She stretched out her arms to wrap around Wei Zian's waist, and leaned her pretty face on it comfortably.

"But the master said that it is indeed the name of a medicinal material."

"Good to hear."

Wei Zi'an smiled slightly, and just about to ask more questions, he felt the warm breath blowing on his back continuously, and Fuling's breath became very calm.

Like, fell asleep.

Wei Zi'an looked back and found that Fu Ling was leaning on his body, and she was really asleep.

So this is how a beautiful beauty sleeps like this?

A smile appeared on the corner of Wei Zi'an's mouth, and he slowed down his progress.

If the apostles really wanted to kill him, having a powerful master might not be a good choice.

However, Wei Zian always felt that he was too dare to do that.

Mr. Qi is good to himself, but, is he a little too good to himself?
Thinking of this, Wei Zian frowned slightly.

He really couldn't understand why Mr. Qi was so kind to him, he was very ordinary, maybe the only special thing was the waste tire that could practice.

Or, is it the mother?
……

When Wei Zi'an Xingye was running fast, a woman in white clothes and skirt appeared in front of the gate of Dingshan County City.

The woman is tall and beautiful.

"Dingshan County City, long time no see."

The woman stopped in front of the city gate for a while, then raised her feet and walked towards the city gate.

click-

The woman pushed open the city gate, but the soldiers guarding the city didn't notice it at all. They still stared at the snowy outside of the city with round eyes, as if she didn't exist at all.

The county town is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and bright red New Year's greetings are posted everywhere, brimming with a festive atmosphere.

The woman walked along the deserted street, and finally stopped in front of a tea stall.