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Que Ling'er was used to it, and everyone present was also used to it. Anyway, in the end, it was always Zichen who wronged Que Linger.

Biyuntian's disciples were actually wondering why Elder Zichen hated Senior Sister so much, could it be because Senior Sister rejected Elder Zichen's son's marriage proposal?

Fu Luobei didn't like Zichen who kept shouting very much, so he just took his words as his ear, and didn't listen to a word.

Now that she finally met Que Ling'er, she naturally hoped to spend more time getting to know Que Ling'er.

"Where is your family from, how old are you, what do you like to eat, what do you dislike, what do you dislike, what do you like?"

This kind of question is asked without hesitation.

Que Ling'er answered one after another with a good temper.

At this time, even a blind person can see that Fu Luobei is sparing no effort to curry favor with Que Ling'er.

In terms of strength, as far as Fu Luobei's hand was shown just now, no one present could compare to her, and they didn't know why she wanted to please Que Ling'er.

Everyone had this question in their hearts, until there was a knock on the door in the room, and everyone realized that this is not the time to chat.

Patriarch Hong felt that the voice of yelling while knocking on the door was familiar, so he couldn't help asking: "Girl, when you came out just now, was there another person in the room..."

Only then did Fu Luobei realize that she came out, it seemed that Hong Jingcheng was still inside.

She scratched her cheek and said very embarrassedly: "Oh, your son is still inside."

She had met Patriarch Hong, but Patriarch Hong didn't notice her, so she naturally didn't know that this person was the guest invited by her son.

Hong Jingcheng is not dead yet, he is still struggling hard, holding the door panel with both hands, and white cloth has been wrapped round and round around his feet.

If Fuluobei opens the door a little later, I'm afraid Hong Jingcheng will become the same as the chrysalis hanging on the beam of the house.

Hearing Fu Luobei's words, even Patriarch Hong, who has always been unhappy, couldn't help but change his face.

"You mean?"

This is a room that has swallowed many cultivators!

In everyone's mind, there was hardly any optimistic thoughts about Hong Jingcheng who was in the room.

Even his biological father, Patriarch Hong, looked pale at this moment, as if he had confirmed Hong Jingcheng's death.

Listening to the gradually weakening voices in the room, they couldn't help showing sympathetic eyes to Patriarch Hong.

Fu Luobei raised his hand and pushed open the door.

Fu Luobei's surprise was not limited to this.

Strangely, he came out of the room and pushed Elder Zichen away with one finger, and now he opened the door so easily.

Seeing Fu Luobei open the door, he raised his head pitifully, wrinkled into a ball, "You finally think of me."

Fu Luobei touched his nose in embarrassment, and said stiffly: "It's too cold, I'll go out to warm up."

Patriarch Hong didn't seem to have reacted yet, his face was still ugly, he stood at the back, and didn't come in.

Because of the freezing, these eyes are not as flexible as they were at first.

Perhaps it was also because of this that Hong Jingcheng was able to save his life.

Hong Jingcheng was lying on the ground, his heart was shaking violently, for a moment, he thought he was going to die again.

After a while, when those people's exclamation ended, Hong Jingcheng finally raised his head again, looked at Fu Luobei and said, "Eldest sister, quickly untie it for me!"

Fu Luo Bei happily ran over and reached out to touch the fabric.

She had wanted to do this for a long time, but because those cloths were all wrapped around dead people, she really didn't want to touch them, but this time, it was on Hong Jingcheng's body.

These fabrics are as good as they look, soft against the skin and sure to be comfortable when made into clothing.

Fu Luobei pulled down the fabric, and when he pulled it off, there was still a huge distance.

She rolled up the cloth, and thought that no one would know about it and hid it in her bosom, and it swelled up into a big ball.

Sitting on the ground, Hong Jingcheng saw that Fu Luobei looked like a nine-month pregnant woman, with her stomach full and smiling at him with joy.

Hong Jingcheng covered his face, wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes, and stretched out his hand, "Give it to me, I'll help you pretend."

Although he was almost killed by these cloths, Hong Jingcheng didn't have any influence on these cloths.

He folded the cloth, put it on his arm naturally, turned his face away, and noticed the father behind Bi Yuntian's son, his expression became strange for a moment, but soon he became that playboy again.

"Father, you scared me to death."

He rushed over and wiped his snot and tears on Patriarch Hong's body.

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☆、Chapter 7

Hong Jingcheng leaned against Patriarch Hong's side like a child.

Patriarch Hong raised his hand several times, as if he wanted to refuse, but finally pressed it on Hong Jingcheng's shoulder helplessly, "Okay, how decent is Cheng in front of outsiders."

Hong Jingcheng sniffled, and when he raised his head, his eyes were already red and swollen, he had already cried a lot.

"Father, you still talk about me, you don't even know how scary it is."

Everyone has seen how scary it is.

The few people at the door were almost all Biyuntian's newcomers, and they had never seen this kind of scene before.

It was the first time they came into contact with such a thing, and many of the disciples turned around and vomited all over the floor.

On the other hand, Hong Jingcheng, the dude, seemed to be terribly frightened, but he didn't seem to react at all.

"Father, what kind of monster is in here, what is it for?" Hong Jingcheng finally came to the backbone, and kept asking about the things in here.

Patriarch Hong's face was ugly, he endured it for a long time, finally couldn't help it, and said to Hong Jingcheng: "Shut up!"

Seeing that his father was really angry, Hong Jingcheng quickly shut up, regardless of his curiosity. He kept shrinking behind Patriarch Hong, obviously not getting used to it yet.

Zichen sneered.

He thought Patriarch Hong had some abilities, but when he saw his son, he understood.

Sure enough, dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and the sons of mice can make holes.