The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

Zhang Lan nodded, and the bearded master smiled "haha", pointing to the rows of seats below: "The top is Dongxu and Jindan, and your senior sister is building the foundation below."

Zhang Lan ran down, bouncing and jumping. She waited and watched for a long time while holding onto Zhuji, and saw a familiar figure in the center.

"Senior Sister!" She shouted from a distance, seeing Xia Zhitao smiling and waving at her, she ran over excitedly.

Each peak competes from low to high, from qi refining to cave void, and finally to the peak masters of the cliff mountain to determine the strongest in the realm.

Xia Zhitao is at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment, and there is still some time before the competition.She sat to the side and made room for the little junior sister: "Why are you here?"

Zhang Lan was dressed in white today, her collar was neatly folded, and even her long hair, which was usually tied up casually, was straightened up a lot. She was holding a small package in her arms like a baby.

She sat down next to Xia Zhitao, probably because she was taught a lesson by her master, she didn't stick to her like in the past, but straightened her waist upright.

"You combed your hair well today?" Xia Zhitao looked at her and asked with a smile.

Zhang Lan blinked, and said, "Originally, I tied it at will, but when I was assembled, I was reprimanded by the master for saying 'improper', so I had to tie it again."

Sure enough, this kid usually doesn't comb his long hair well, and he can just tie it up casually, but now it's so neat, there must be something strange.

Xia Zhitao picked up a small lock of the other's long hair, and the soft black silk slid across her knuckles, leaving a lingering coolness.

"Senior sister, I brought you something." Zhang Lan hugged the package and smiled mysteriously at her.

She opened the layers of indigo-dyed silk cloth, revealing an extremely exquisite wooden carved box.

A faint fruity fragrance permeated the air, and there were various pastries in the box, which were arranged in the shape of a blooming flower.

She handed the package to Xia Zhitao as if offering a treasure, her eyes were full of anticipation without blinking.

"Isn't this the signature dim sum of Baiweilou? It sells three pieces of 'Chunhua Manyuan' a day." Xia Zhitao was a little surprised at first, and then pretended to be slightly angry, "—to be honest, when did you run out?"

The younger junior sister's smile froze, she glanced aside with a guilty conscience, and whispered: "Last night."

"How come I remember that there was a rule," Xia Zhitao raised his eyebrows slightly, "Disciples of Yashan are not allowed to go down the mountain at will?"

Zhang Lan had something serious to say: "I'm not yet a disciple, I have to wait until the trial meeting is over before I can officially enter."

It seems that this is really the case. The new disciples are neither high nor low. They cannot be regarded as outer disciples, nor are they Yashan's inner disciples. I don't know if they need to follow Yashan's commandments.

"It's a nonsense," Xia Zhitao held her chin and said with a smile, "Let's forget it this time, it's not an example."

The little junior sister nodded vigorously, and passed the pastry tray forward again.

Is this a courtesy or a bribe?Xia Zhitao laughed heartily, and reached out to take a piece of small and delicate almond biscuit, which seemed to accept the child's wishes.

Needless to say, Baiweilou is worthy of being the No. [-] restaurant near and far, and its signature pastries are well-deserved.

Flakes of almonds are shaved like peach blossoms in the center, and the shortbread is topped with a thin layer of frosting.It melts in the mouth, is soft and sweet, and has a light fruity aroma. It doesn't feel greasy after eating a whole piece.

The younger junior sister kept looking nervously at Xia Zhitao, and when she saw the other person nodding her head approvingly, her whole body brightened, her eyes bent into crescents, and she exclaimed triumphantly, "I knew the senior sister would like it!"

"It's really delicious, but there are so many pastries and the box is so big, I can't finish them." Xia Zhitao gently pushed the pastry plate down, and said, "You finally brought them here, and you can eat some yourself."

As she spoke, she carefully looked at the various cakes in the wooden box, chose a piece of peach blossom cake, and handed it to Zhang Lan: "Try this."

Zhang Lan's eyes widened suddenly, the amber-like eyes seemed to have fallen into a few stars, looking clear and bright.

Seeing the grateful expression on the other party's face, Xia Zhitao suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

The peach blossom cake was not big, but Zhang Lan snatched it away, stuffed it in the middle of her mouth, and said inarticulately: "Well, thank you, senior sister!"

Xia Zhitao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, patted her on the back, and said, "Talk after eating."

The two shared the cakes, and the competition was in full swing, and it was approaching the final round of the Qi refining period.

"The final stage of the Qi refining period!" The host brother stood in the center of the venue and shouted loudly, "From the fifth level of Zhengxue Peak, the disciple of General You, to the fourth level of Yuwan Peak, the disciple of Ling Xishi!"

Most of the disciples in the qi refining period are immature, they have not been acquainted for a long time, so the fighting is quite ordinary. Everyone is waiting for the competition between Jindan, Yuanying's senior brothers and sisters, and the peak master.

When Xia Zhitao heard the name of one of them, she suddenly raised her head, and her breathing became short of breath.

Finally, she was made to wait, the legendary darling of fortune, the heroine in the novel——Ling Xishi.

Although the author, Mr. Banana Pi, did not explicitly say that the novel is also biased towards group portraits, but all signs can show that Ling Xishi is the daughter of luck in this novel.

In terms of life experience, both parents died, and his childhood was miserable; in terms of aptitude, he was born with spiritual power, a single spiritual root out of ten thousand, and a "Tianling" bloodline that seems to be hanging out - a proper protagonist configuration!

Thinking of it this way, Xia Zhitao's gaze became a little hot, and he didn't care about eating pastries, and focused all his attention on the venue.

I saw a woman in blue walking out slowly. Although the clothes were old and had a few patches, she couldn't hide her bright and beautiful face.

As if she was born, she should be the darling of the world.

Xia Zhitao looked at her tall and straight figure holding a long sword, and couldn't help sighing softly: "As expected of the protagonist, she looks so good-looking."

This sentence was supposed to be a complaint in my heart, but Xia Zhitao didn't pay attention, and accidentally said it, so that the little junior sister next to me heard it verbatim.

After Xia Zhitao came to her senses, Zhang Lan nonchalantly tugged at the hem of her clothes, and quietly leaned towards her.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes are clean, the outline has not yet fully opened, and the greenness is like a budding flower bone, and one can vaguely glimpse the stunning appearance in the future.

She opened her big amber eyes, the corners of which drooped slightly, as if she was extremely wronged, and wanted to ask Xia Zhitao for an explanation.

Zhang Lan didn't speak, just looked at her pitifully. Xia Zhitao felt a little stressed, and reached out to stroke the other's hair, saying, "What's wrong?"

"Sister..."

Zhang Lan lowered her eyebrows and secretly looked at her between her fingers. She put her five fingers together lightly and asked anxiously, "Am I good-looking?"

The author has something to say: Zhang Kuang: This seat is wronged, this seat is sad, and this seat is ready to clean up and fight Yashan.