Get Lost, You Witch! Don’t Even Think About Letting Me Have A Baby With You Again!

Have I gone crazy?

I must have gone crazy!

definitely is!

It can’t be!

What he saw in front of him and what he heard in his ears made Zhang Xiuming fall into a strange and bizarre state, and the spiritual world he had established for a long time showed signs of collapse.

Except for the possibility that he had gone crazy, Zhang Xiuming could not find any other reason to convince himself.

He is one of the most famous and proud sons in the Jiuzhou Palace. Most of the disciples in the sect where he was born are chasing a class that they will never reach in their lifetime. They have only suffered losses again and again with Li Qingming, but they still have arrogance in their hearts.

He, Zhang Xiuming, has the confidence and ability to be arrogant for a lifetime.

But you, the noble daughter of the Jiang family, how come you don’t have any arrogance at all?

Please, bastard Li Qingming already has a daughter with another woman. Even if you don't cry with sadness, why should you part ways?

Even if you can't let go of Li Qingming, you shouldn't tell his children to call you "Aniang", right?

and......

Still looking shy?

Looking at the blush on the face that always spoke coldly to him, Zhang Xiuming suddenly felt his blood surge and he couldn't control himself for a moment.

Good news: That bastard Li Qingming has a daughter. There is no chance for him and Jiang Yunqing!

Bad news: She, Jiang Yunqing, is willing to be his daughter's mother.

"Senior Brother Xiu Ming, Senior Brother Xiu Ming," Wang Hongyuan saw something was wrong and immediately gave Zhang Xiuming a secret hand. Not to mention Zhang Xiuming, many of the disciples in the field, including him, did not make a sound for a long time.

No, why is he Li Qingming?

"You country bumpkins, how could you know how scary it is to be upright in love..." Li Qingming sighed in his heart, stepped forward, hugged the little one, and pinched her cheek.

"Stop messing around."

"Qing, Senior Brother Qingming!" Jiang Yunqing couldn't help but feel a little anxious before he heard the two words he had been thinking about lately from Pei Zhulu's mouth, but what he got was a warning look from Li Qingming, even though there were thousands of words in his heart , it has to be suppressed for the time being.

Li Qingming finally breathed a sigh of relief.

You don’t want your life, I still want it!

Of these two, one really dares to say it, and the other really dares to respond!

It would have been fine in normal times, but now Li Qingming said that the demon girl somewhere must have narrowed her eyes, just waiting for the little guy to speak so that she could take action.

If she really heard the cry of "A Niang", Li Qingming would not be thinking about the mood of these classmates present, but how many of them would survive.

"Ah Fei... Uh, Junior Brother Xiu Ming, how are you doing lately?" Li Qingming greeted him first, after all, they are all old acquaintances.

"Um."

Zhang Xiuming, who tried his best to suppress his emotions, could no longer maintain his usual demeanor. He nodded coldly and turned around to walk into the courtyard.

He still couldn't figure out where he lost!

"Brother Qingming, please don't mind. Brother Xiuming has just broken through the realm not long ago and his mind is not yet stable." Wang Hongyuan, a long-sleeved and good dancer, could only step forward to calm the atmosphere. A group of beautiful maids also walked out of the courtyard, leading these The disciple went to the courtyard.

And he walked up to Li Qingming in person and bowed in a gesture of invitation.

"Senior brother and sister, I will take you to your seat."

Although he was Zhang Xiuming's man, his attitude at the moment really made Li Qingming unable to have any objectionable thoughts.

Coming from an ordinary background, his talent was only in the middle of the pack among the core disciples. The reason why Wang Hongyuan became Zhang Xiuming's right-hand man was because of his exquisite heart and disregard for his figure.

"Excuse me, junior brother," Li Qingming hugged the little guy and walked all the way inside.

He and Zhang Xiuming had been fighting for so many years, and there was some grudge, but it really wasn't to the point of life and death. At best, it was just the grudge that Boiling Goat had against Pleasant Goat.

As for Ah Fei, most of them have no brains or scheming.

It's just that in Jiuzhou Palace, except for those at the top, there are not many disciples who can do whatever they want.

There are all kinds of game calculations everywhere.

Dozens of disciples attending the banquet sat down one after another, and the further inside they came, the more advanced they were in cultivation or their family backgrounds were extraordinary. The only similarities between these people were the undisguised teasing gazes when they looked at Li Qingming, and the not-so-hidden sarcasm.

Some even came up to say hello to Li Qingming, but there was no trace of concern in their words. Even though they lamented the impermanence of the world, there was still a deep sense of schadenfreude hidden in them. Jiang Yunqing almost drew his sword several times.

The set of respect and inferiority in the mortal world is also common in the world of spiritual practice.

And the ugliness of the shrews in the market also exists.

"Brother Qingming, I'm going to add another small table," Wang Hongyuan led Li Qingming to the banquet table on the left closest to the main seat. He turned around and wanted to prepare another set of tables and chairs for the little guy, but was stopped by Jiang Yunqing. .

"I want to move Zhangda with me, Senior Brother Qingming."

"This..." Wang Hongyuan paused, pointed to the first banquet table on the right with a smile, and said, "Senior Sister Jiang's seat is also opposite, right next to Senior Brother Li."

Naturally, he was very considerate when doing things, not only keeping Li Qingming in the most eye-catching position, but also keeping Jiang Yunqing at a not too close distance from him, so that others could not find fault, and Zhang Yunqing would not be allowed to find fault. Xiu Ming felt unhappy.

Therefore, they were placed on the left and right of each other, and the desk table for Jiang Yunqing was deliberately moved much closer to the main seat.

The main thing is to be safe!

"No matter how close we are, we are not as close as sitting together with Senior Brother Qingming." Jiang Yunqing paid no attention to this. "And what if you want to do something evil at the banquet, such as poisoning?"

Jiang Yunqing's blunt words immediately made Wang Hongyuan sweat profusely, "Senior sister, where did you come from?"

A banquet without roots is a good feast.

Given Li Qingming's current situation, sitting in such a close position would naturally be an eyesore. Zhang Xiuming didn't care what the other disciples did, he just wanted Li Qingming to be close so he could see how prosperous he was.

——Hey! Are you envious? Li Qingming!

But poisoning or something like that, in Jiuzhou Palace, where the rules are more important than the sky, no one dares to have such twisted thoughts.

"Then I'll trouble you to get a bigger one." Jiang Yunqing spoke again.

"This..." Wang Hongyuan froze again.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but if it were to be a table with eight immortals, who would be the host and who would be the guest today?

"Stop messing around, go back to your seat," Li Qingming interrupted. How dare he let Jiang Yunqing get too close to him? Who would save him when the witch went crazy?

One by one, they all want to harm me!

Li Qingming really wanted to bring the little guy to have a feast.

With Zhang Xiuming's face-saving nature, every grain of rice at today's banquet was a rare thing that would make some disciples in the sect jealous. It would be great to bring the little ones to try it.

When Zhang Xiuming, who had changed into a somewhat coquettish Tsing Yi, came out, the graceful maids also brought out delicacies one after another.

The little guy is drooling just looking at it.

Li Qingming just wanted to smile and use chopsticks to help Pei Zhulu pick up the food, but his eyes suddenly stopped on the maid in front of him who was bending over to put the dishes. It was not because of the maid's outstanding figure, but...

This is no fucking maid, she is clearly Pei Zhinan in disguise.

As if aware of Li Qingming's gaze, Pei Zhinan also showed a playful smile and winked at him playfully.

Without any communication, Li Qingming thought that this witch must have tampered with the party!

No one else poisoned me.

Then you, a witch, come down to me yourself, right?!