I want to be gentle [Quick Transmigration]

These few days of the Immortal Seeking Conference were the busiest time for Hua Xuanzong.

There were not many disciples on Wanjian Peak, Ye Shixiu went to the Immortal Hunting Conference, and Wen Zhi would definitely follow.

After doing the math, there are even fewer people on this peak.

Neither did the dragon.

It's also fun to relax.

"Hi, I knew you were here."

"..."

Ye Shixiu carried a few small jars in his hand, stepped into the gazebo quickly, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Drinking tea is so boring, come and drink."

Wang Ting put down the teacup, sat upright, and glanced at him, "Why are you here?"

"The young owner of Xiaoyao Building gave me a few small jars of wine."

He put the wine jar on the stone table, knocked on the table, and winked, "He wants to use my face to see you, who would want to..."

As soon as he said this, Ye Shixiu couldn't help but want to laugh: "You actually threw a dummy and left it alone at the Immortal Hunting Conference?"

The Shaodong family was dumbfounded when they saw the dummy.

Wang Ting hummed perfunctorily, with a calm expression, "The suzerain won't say anything."

The mood is very calm.

"He definitely won't look for you," Ye Shixiu immediately put away his smile and sighed when talking about the suzerain, "but he will look for me, so I have to go back quickly..."

His eyes wandered, and he faintly felt that something was wrong.

Ye Shixiu looked around, and suddenly frowned, "Where's your 2000 million?"

It's that little chubby dragon who has been clinging to his junior sister, didn't he still pitifully curl up next to his junior sister's legs yesterday?

"Follow the men of Lelpus."

Her tone was casual, her long eyelashes drooped slightly, and she took a sip of the wine in the altar, which was sweet.

Ye Shixiu immediately turned his eyes straight, "You just returned the 2000 million directly?"

"Yeah." Another perfunctory response.

Ye Shixiu clicked his tongue forcefully.

Looking up and down at her carefully for a while, he spread his hands and said helplessly, "Success, you have that spare money, I have to go back first."

Otherwise, the suzerain will scold him again if he doesn't see him.

The wine of Xiaoyaolou is famous in the whole human race, and Ye Shixiu's popularity has always been excellent.

He has a long friendship with the young owner of Xiaoyao Building.The young owner's gift is generous, just these small jars of sugar cane wine, at least a hundred years old.

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The wine is clear and sweet in the mouth, with a long and mellow aftertaste.

If a cultivator intends to drive the alcohol out of his body, he will definitely not get drunk after a thousand cups, but that will also lose the pleasure of drinking itself.

"..."

Wang Ting frowned, feeling suddenly upset, raised his hand and threw the empty altar out.

With a "pop", it was broken crisply and loudly.

The fingertips moved slightly, twisted a decision, and imposed a restriction.

Hua Xuanzong's standard gown with curling cloud patterns turned into a red dress immediately, with a wine red silk belt around his waist, which outlined his slender waist.

The blue hair spread out, casually draped over the shoulders, and the tips of the hair fluttered in the direction of the wind.

The dark eyes narrowed lazily, and the red lips slightly hooked.

At this time, there is no cold fairy on Wanjian Peak, only the legendary devil who lives in Ningchuan country.

Wearing white clothes on those so-called upright immortals, they looked really sanctimonious.

Like rock hunting.

So she prefers red.

Looking sideways at another empty jar on the table, he frowned, raised his hand and flicked it, and the wine jar flew out.

It happened to be intercepted by a white hand.

The dark brown wine jar made the hand as white as jade.

Not far from the pavilion stood a young girl at some point.

Her long silver-blue hair was blown by the soft wind outside the pavilion. She raised her lips, weighed the small wine jar in her hand, and winked at the people in the pavilion.

"Mozun... sister?"

In this case, it should be called so.

Looking at each other, the eyes of the beauty in the pavilion flowed, she slowly opened her lips, and suddenly chuckled, "You..."

As the words were being spoken, the person had already arrived in front of him.

She raised her chin, scanned every inch of her face with her eyes, and sighed, "It looks like it."

She didn't recognize her yet.

Su Shiyi bent his lips, obediently moved a little closer to her, and asked in a low voice, "What does it look like?"

"Like..." The beauty hooked her lips, pinched her chin and looked at her for a while, her tone was somewhat unclear, "Like a little fat man."

As soon as the words fell, the palm slid down and pinched her throat.

"You just called me, what?"

Su Shi blinked, and called again innocently, "Sister Mozun."

The brisk tone completely faded away the childish taste.

"Break my restriction," the beauty narrowed her eyes slightly, raised the corners of her lips, and looked at her with a half-smile, "Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"

With a little force on her fingers, it seemed as if her neck would be broken in the next second.

"Are you willing to?"

The silver-blue hair gently brushed over her knuckles, tickling slightly.

He was stunned for a moment, and the strength in his hand subconsciously became lighter.

Su Shi pressed her face up, kissed the corner of her lips naturally, and looked at her with curved eyes, "Are you willing, sister beauty?"

"..."

Wang Ting's long eyelashes trembled slightly, his gaze passed her eyes upwards, he paused, and raised his hand to gently brush her forehead.

Without warning.

Bai Run's short dragon horns popped out.

"……Well."

Forced to reveal the dragon's horns, Su Shiyi's eyes turned red uncontrollably.

Wang Ting's eyes flickered slightly, he tapped the dragon's horn lightly with his fingertips, and squeezed it again.

Sure enough, it was still a little soft.

She smiled lightly: "It's still a kid."

"Then you don't like brats?"

Su Shiyi lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly from the corners of his eyes, aggrieved, his eyes became wet after being stimulated.

Wang Ting's eyes changed slightly, he looked away, and raised his hand to stroke the broken hair that fell to the corner of her eyes.

With a soft voice, "So what if you like it, so what if you don't like it."

"Yes, I have."

Su Shi stretched out his hand to hold her slender wrist, his cheeks swelled slightly, his eyes were still a little red, "Not liking is the wrong answer."

"..."

Wang He unhurriedly withdrew her wrist from her hand, and asked lightly, "Lairpus helped you again?"

Su Shiyi lowered his eyes and obediently responded, "Yes."

"How did you meet?"

The tone is casual.

"...there are relatives."

She really couldn't figure out how to tell Ai Youqian, the godmother and grandma's dragon...

After arriving in Lairpus, Ai Youqian was not there, and saw the legendary biological mother again.

Sure enough, it was a silver dragon, a silver dragon that seemed to have no brains.

And forced myself to call her sister...

Yaozai's comment: Forcing sisters is the deadliest.

"..."

Wang Ting lowered his eyelashes, and after a while, hummed lightly.

Covering the floating thoughts in his eyes.

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The two sat down in the booth.

Su Shi stretched out his hand to cover the stimulated dragon horn on his forehead, but he couldn't take it back no matter what.

Obviously it can be taken back at the beginning...

The beauty sitting across from her glanced at her, shook the wine jar, and the corners of her lips seemed to be proud, "Don't look at me, I can't help you."

She can only use methods to stimulate the dragon's horns, at most she can use tricks to hide her eyes, if she really wants to retract it, it depends on the little dragon cub himself.

There is still a small half jar of wine left.

Wang He lowered his eyes and took a sip slowly.

When he raised his eyes again, the person sitting opposite suddenly became a lot shorter.

"..."

"..."

The snow-white skirt hung loosely on her body.

Su Shiyi glanced blankly at his own fleshy hands, raised his face and stared blankly at the beauty opposite.

The beauty held her cheek in one hand, looked at her quietly for a while, raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly, "It's really... a brat."