(MTL) The male protagonist is always a crematorium [quick wear]

Chapter 44

Chapter 44: The Fiancee of the Cultivation World's Fiancee (10)

    Jing Shaoling put down the hand that held the sword, and looked at the upper class Yue's eyes with a half-smile but not a smile, with some inexplicable guilt, and glanced at Feng Linger, who was still half-sitting on the ground and never got up.

    Feng Ling'er was not like him. She looked at Liu Yue with bright eyes and said with a smile, "It's all wrong. It's rare for Junior Sister Gu to find Senior Brother Jing."

    Liu Yue walked slowly to Feng Ling'er. In front of her, she squatted down, and following her movements, the hem of her blue skirt was hidden in the dust on the ground. Feng Linger's eyes couldn't help but glance at that place, and then quickly turned back to be slightly lower. First look at her Liu Yue.

    There was an indescribable smile in the woman's eyes, and the emotion in her eyes seemed to change a little when she blinked her long eyelashes. The bright and delicate eyebrows were a little red, which should have made her amazingly beautiful eyes, but she was hard. Shengsheng became aloof because of the cold aura oozing out of her bones.

    It made Feng Linger feel in a trance that she was standing in a very high position and looked down at her without any emotion.

    Liu Yue said softly: "Is the Holy Maiden injured? Why can't you get up?"

    Feng Linger returned to her senses, the fiery in her eyes increased instead of decreasing, is this the imposing manner of the ancient goddess? I really want to.

    "I'm fine."

    Feng Ling'er squeezed the veil into a small ball in the palm of her hand and stopped trying to put it on again. She knew very well that if wearing it would only make others laugh, she might as well not wear it.

    Liu Yue took advantage of the gap between the questions to study Feng Ling'er's facial features carefully. After hearing the answer, her eyes narrowed, and she straightened up with a light response.

    When she stood up straight, the green skirt left the ground with her movements, and none of the heavy dust could leave a trace on it.

    Clearly immersed in the dust but not stained.

    Jing Shaoling, who accidentally saw this scene, was stunned for a long time and couldn't help but look at Liu Yue, only to see Liu Yue turned and walked towards the man behind him, not looking at him at all from the corner of his eye.

    The mood was indescribably complicated for a while.

    Liu Yue introduced the man beside them to them and said, "This is Daoist Jiang who helped me unintentionally."

    After speaking, she turned to face the man behind her, "Friend Jiang, this is my senior brother Jing Shaoling."

    With gratitude, Jing Shaoling said to the calm-faced man, "Thank you, fellow Daoist for your help."

    In his opinion, Liu Yue is his fiancée, and her business is naturally his business in some respects. The other party rescued Liu Yue. Saying thank you aloud doesn't matter.

    But for this fellow Daoist Jiang, it was not so pleasant. He raised his eyes and looked at Jing Shaoling with a cold expression: "I'm helping her, not you.

    " None of your business".

    Jing Shaoling's expression was slightly tight, and the man's indifferent gaze made him feel a familiar feeling in his heart, but thinking of the root cause felt absurd.