This little guy, besides saying this, he still says this!
"Yes, sister Yunxiang, don't be sad, there will be a better man than me to love you. I have already promised to marry the master, and I can't marry you again." Zhima also scratched Yunxiang's leg with his ear, trying to comfort her.
Yunxiang really couldn't laugh or cry: "Please don't marry me!"
The spiritual beast that spends all day thinking about marrying its master has no one left.
Qin Shiyi glanced at Zhima casually, then glared at Yunxiang, and said coldly: "Continue."
"Brother Eleven, don't be so serious. Let's make a bet. Will your Prince Leng eat my young lady?" Yunxiang joked with a smile.
"Ah? The villain wants to eat the master? No, I have to protect the master." Zhima squeaked and ran away without a trace.
Yunxiang was stunned. The generation gap between humans and spiritual beasts was truly insurmountable.
She really didn't know how to explain to Zhima the problem of eating one thing and not the other. What's more, Zhizhi had already disappeared, so where was the chance to explain.
Qin Shiyi's eyes fell on Yunxiang's face unconsciously, and he couldn't figure out how she could have so many rich expressions.
Whether she's crying, laughing, happy, or sad, it's all written on her face, so can't she just disguise it
Qin Shiyi's idol since childhood was the cold king Qin Molin, so he also learned Qin Molin's habit of hiding everything in his heart without leaving any trace on his face.
Yunxiang's rich and real face was the innocence he longed for but couldn't get.
"Brother Eleven, you haven't answered me yet." Yunxiang couldn't control Sesame, so she could only talk to Qin Eleven.
"continue."
"ah?"
"We, as servants, are not suitable to take care of the master's affairs." Qin Shiyi reminded Yunxiang in a friendly way.
"But my lady said that she doesn't need to be scary, she just needs me to be her sister." Yunxiang tilted her head: "So I should worry about Miss Worry."
"I don't have to." Qin Shiyi suddenly felt a little envious of Yunxiang.
Then he quickly shook his head.
He shouldn't have such thoughts. His Royal Highness, King Leng, was kind to him.
If he hadn't met His Royal Highness Leng, he would have been just a little beggar on the street. He might have died of freezing, starvation, or being trampled to death by some young master's horse. Or alive, but still begging humbly on the streets.
His Royal Highness King Leng gave him the opportunity to become an upright person and a better spiritual person than his peers. Even when he met the girl he loved, he could stand up and tell her:
"I am a Xuanling Master, please marry me."
This kind of dignity is more valuable than the grace of survival.
"It doesn't matter whether you eat or not. My prince will be responsible." Qin Shixi only left these words and forced Yunxiang to continue practicing.
Yunxiang's cultivation talent is really not proportional to her cooking skills. The most important thing is that she has no interest and is lazy.
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Tongten Pavilion.
Qin Molin is really not particular at all.
After entering the gate of Tongtian Pavilion, he picked up Feng Xingying with one hand around his waist and walked step by step from the gate of Tongtian Pavilion to his courtyard.
Feng Xingying's head was down, his long hair spread out, and strands were wrapped around his waist, legs, and wrists.
Qin Molin, on the other hand, just walked step by step at the speed of an ordinary person.
This picture seems familiar.
Feng Xingying felt warm in his heart.
That day, as the master of Tongtian Pavilion, he held her like this, walked back to his courtyard step by step, and tested her nine-star aptitude.
She had not yet taken the initiative to hug him for the first time.