Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

I saw the man with a gentle smile on his face, telling her to just stare blankly, but she couldn't do anything.

Song Hongli said, "Since I have accepted you as a disciple, I will naturally follow the Master's surname Song. Let's call it Qinglian, Song Qinglian."

Immediately after Song Hongli's hand gesture, the ancient and simple spirit sword that he had stepped on before appeared in his hand.

Seeing this, Fat Daoist hurriedly shouted, "Song Fengzhu, wait..."

But that can't stop Song Hongli.

I saw Song Hongli's sword edge against the giant Spirit Stones, turning his wrist, and a golden light flashed.

The three characters Song Qinglian were engraved under Song Hongli's name, and the brush stroke was vigorous, which was completely different from the gentle feeling that gave people before.

"If I have nothing to do, I'll go first. I don't need to visit about my apprenticeship. I'll ask those old men to stop bothering me."

Saying that, Song Hongli carried Song Qinglian and walked towards Ling Yunfeng without looking back.

The name of the giant Spirit Stones has been branded, and the apprenticeship has also been established.

In the end, no matter how much he persuaded him, he couldn't change it.

Fat Daoist was also very helpless about Song Hongli's actions, but he had no choice but to cupped his hands and said, "Respect..."

Then he watched Song Hongli eagerly and they walked away.

On the other hand, watching Song Hongli and others walk away, the young people who were apprentices were a little unhappy.

Why can't I enter the Sect after all my hard work, but a little beggar can easily enter the Sect?

Are they worse than this little beggar?

Those who were dissatisfied with this matter began to talk about it.

"Shut up!" Fat Daoist shouted using Spirit Power.

Seeing those people stopped talking, the fat Daoist continued.

"Do you know who you just met? Lord Song is the youngest real Gold Core person in the Xuanling Sect. How can you mortals talk about it at will?!"

Hearing what Fat Daoist said, they didn't dare to talk anymore, so they had to queue up quietly, waiting for the test.

At this time, Song Hongli had brought Song Qinglian back to his dormitory in Ling Yunfeng.

This is a small bamboo forest courtyard with beautiful mountains and clear waters, surrounded by fairy mist.

There are clear pools and waterfalls in front of the small courtyard, surrounded by green trees, quiet and pleasant.

"This is your future residence."

Song Hongli hugged the heroine in his arms and lowered his head.

Naturally, the heroine didn't understand, but just looked at the scene in front of her, her eyes were full of longing, and her dark eyes were filled with crystal tears.

On the other hand, looking at the wet eyes of the heroine, Song Hongli's heart melted instantly.

One couldn't hold back and squeezed her face.

Children's skin has always been soft and smooth, even if the heroine is in the wind and the rain, living very rough, but this skin is inherently good.

No matter how she treats it, she will not change, this is another Gold Finger given by the author.

Song Hongli, who had a very good touch, was so immersed in pinching his face that he didn't want to let go for a while. Song Qinglian tilted his head, endured the pain on his face and didn't say a word, letting him play with it.

When Song Hongli came back to his senses, he saw that he pinched the heroine's face crimson, and suddenly felt guilty and guilty.

Gently rubbing it twice with the palm of his hand, he turned around and took out a bottle of medicine for trauma from the storage ring and wiped some bruises on Song Qinglian's body.

This medicine is a relatively expensive trauma medicine in Cultivation World. Even if it is a serious injury, it will heal in less than a quarter of an hour.

Not to mention the large and small bruises on Song Qinglian's body, which were restored to their original shape within a short while after applying them.

After wiping off the medicine, Song Hongli suddenly remembered something, looking at Song Qinglian's tattered clothes.

"I forgot that you don't have any clothes here. It's getting late today, so you can rest in your room for a day. I'll go to the sect to get you some clothes, and take care of your affairs by the way."

Song Hongli entered the room, pulled the quilt off the bed and put it over Song Qinglian.

I saw the other party's small hands pinched on the edge of the quilt, half of her face was buried under the quilt, only a pair of black eyes and forehead were exposed, she blinked lightly.

Although he didn't know what it meant, he nodded obediently.

And such a cute and cute little glutinous rice dumpling, Song Hongli wanted to ravage it again, but finally held back.

Song Qinglian lay on the soft bed and quilt, watched the door closed, and immediately got up from the bed.

Carefully touched the quilt on his body and the quilt under him, looked around the room, and then walked around the room wrapped in the quilt.

Touch this touch that, both curious and surprised.

After tossing for a while, she was tired, and Song Qinglian wrapped herself in the quilt and went to bed again.

She was so sleepy that she could fall asleep with her eyes closed, but when she thought of that person in her mind, she couldn't fall asleep.

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