Please, I Really Didn't Want To Fall in Love With My Master!

Chapter 8 How do you talk about love?

The final reward was a vision called “Dragon Elephant Zetian”.

The vision is very mysterious.

It can be understood as a cool special effect with a substantial bonus.

As for the specific effects, each vision is different, and the effects cannot be explained clearly in a few words.

Li Ran is not easy to test directly, and it won’t be good if it alarms the masters in the martial arts.

At that time, these sudden abilities could not be explained.

“Go to sleep, I hope that after tonight, the head will forget everything that happened…”

Li Ran put the Yunling Gun into his body and fell asleep on the bed.

The villain in the sea of ​​knowledge is tirelessly cultivating, Spiritual Qi is quickly sucked into his body, constantly tempering his body.

…

Rakshasa Peak, the residence of the head.

Leng Wuyan sat on the bed blankly, her eyes empty as if she had lost her soul.

“I finally bid farewell to being single.”

“The object of love is actually my disciple…”

Her fair and delicate cheeks flushed, “I’m so impulsive, how can I accept Burning’s confession?”

“Although he is good-looking and talented, and his feelings for me are so sincere…”

“But it’s my disciple after all!”

Leng Wuyan could already imagine what an uproar would be caused in Sect if this matter was exposed.

I am afraid that the rumors at that time will change from “an old woman no one wants” to “a perverted disciple of unspoken rules”!

Although she has no scruples, she absolutely cannot accept this title!

The most important thing is,

How should I get along with Li Ran in the future!

For hundreds of years, Leng Wuyan asked wholeheartedly, not knowing anything about men and women at all.

Falling in love is completely beyond the scope of her cognition.

“Oh~”

Leng Wuyan rubbed her eyebrows and looked melancholy, “So why should I promise him…”

But now it’s too late to say anything.

According to Li Ran’s performance today, if he broke up with him, I’m afraid he would choose to commit suicide directly, right?

Leng Wuyan’s heart trembled as he recalled the firm eyes and tone of voice, and he rolled around on the bed shyly, without any sign of the boss.

Boom boom boom.

The door was knocked.

Leng Wuyan instantly sat down in a precarious manner.

“Come in.”

The door was pushed open, and a female deacon walked in and said respectfully: “Look at the door, excuse me, the disciple is here to get the results of the assessment.”

“Assessment?”

Leng Wuyan remembered Li Ran’s confession, and started to be shy again.

“I haven’t finished watching this seat, I’ll give it to you tomorrow.”

She’s in a mess today, how can she still think about Medicine Pill?

“OK.”

The female deacon didn’t question either, she replied: “The disciple retired first.”

“and many more.”

Leng Wuyan stopped her in a mysterious way.

The female deacon stopped, “What else does the headmaster have to say?”

A shyness flashed across Leng Wuyan’s eyes, and asked pretendingly, “Have you ever been in love?”

“what?”

The female deacon was taken aback, then she came down in a cold sweat and knelt on the ground with a plop.

“The disciple has always abide by the Sect prohibition, and is not interested in men, and has never done anything to go beyond it. Please be clear from the head!”

“…”

Leng Wuyan rubbed her eyebrows helplessly, “Get up quickly, when did you say you made a mistake?”

Female deacon is still not at ease, “Then why do you ask?”

Leng Wuyan said blankly: “Know yourself and the enemy, and you can always do it. Although this seat cuts off the red dust, you can’t be ignorant of the red dust. This is not conducive to practice.”

“So that’s it,” the female deacon nodded.

“Ahem,” Leng Wuyan said solemnly: “If, I mean, if you have a boyfriend, what do you want to do with him most?”

Female deacon hesitated and refused to say.

Leng Wuyan added: “We are discussing spiritual practice, but it doesn’t hurt to say that I will not punish you.”

“All right.”

The female deacon no longer hesitated, she looked forward to say: “There are many things you can do, such as dating together, listening to music together, eating the same sugar man together…”

“Dating, watching theater, candy man.”

Leng Wuyan took a small notebook and wrote it down quietly.

The female deacon continued to fantasize: “If the relationship is one step closer, you can hold hands and kiss each other. Of course, you will definitely sleep together in the end…”

Huh!

Leng Wuyan squeezed the corner of the bed into powder and stammered: “Sleep, sleep together?!”

The female deacon was startled, and hurriedly said: “The disciple also hears from the hearsay. I don’t know whether I can sleep or how I sleep!”

“Okay, I see, you can withdraw.” Leng Wuyan turned his head and said.

“Yes.”

Female deacon breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, she always feels that today’s head is weird.

It’s not as cold as it used to be, but it’s a little more smokey, just like a girl next door’s premature love.

“Hi! Is the head in love?”

“No, no, it’s impossible! It must be my illusion, um, it must be like this…”

The female deacon left in fright.

Leng Wuyan clutched her hot cheeks.

“Dating……”*