Ruyi whispered: "This is the name given by the foster father. Doesn't the foster father like it?"

Feng Rugu had two drinks today, and his body was weak, and his upper body fell back into the cabin, which made the hull echo twice again.

He lay on his back in the slightly cramped cabin and laughed muffled: "I like it." I like it to die.

In order to comfort Feng Rugu, Ruyi turned his head and kissed his ankle, then leaned down and touched Feng Rugu's left ear twice.

Feng Rugu felt something was wrong: "What are you doing?"

Ruyi did not hide much, and took out a little flashing light from Feng Ruguo's ear and threw it into the air.

A little bit of spiritual light gradually unfolded, turning into a complete picture floating in the air, and all kinds of them fell into Feng Rugu's eyes without reservation.

The scene recorded above is that even Feng Rugu, who is as thick as a city wall, can't help but feel hot: "...my 'lingxi'?"

The leader of the Bushi Sect naturally needs to set up a "spiritual harmony" on his body.

What the picture recorded was the spring scenery at night three days ago.

...It can be said to be very vivid.

If you face your adoptive father, you always know everything and say everything: "I'm learning."

After understanding what he meant, Feng Rugu reached out to grab his wet front.

At this point, Ruyi's clothes were still tightly clasped against the flesh, which had a different sense of temptation.

Feng Rugu gritted his teeth and laughed: "...When did you become so diligent?"

"The world knew that it was clumsy in this matter, so we had to make up for it with diligence."

Just as I recall the scene, I explore the hinterland according to my memory: "...For example, when I encounter this, my adoptive father will be particularly happy."

Feng Rugu suddenly let out an unbearable whimper.

At the same time, a similar whimper also made in "Lingxi".

The two sounds overlapped in one place, and combined with the sound of tens of thousands of hectares of lotus pages swaying in the wind, adding several times of charm out of thin air.

...

Sang Luojiu held a stack of documents and walked to the door of Yusheng Hall. After knocking on the door, he waited for a while. Seeing that there was no reply, he turned around and said to the person behind him: "The master of the door has probably stopped."

The one who brought the book for him was one of the four little demons they rescued at Wenshi Sect, named Zhang Lingdao.

Sang Luo had just entered the worldly sect for a long time, and no one around him could call him. He had a life-saving grace for the four little demons. After discussion and selection, Yan Shuang and Zhang Lingdao became his accompanying servant, grinding ink for him and practicing with him.

Sang Luojiu was gentle and polite to others. Zhang Lingdao admired him very much and praised him with a eagerness: "You have been busy with affairs in the door as soon as you come back. It's so hard."

"It's okay, it's just a matter of duty." Sang Luojiu turned around and walked back, and planned to change the route to Huazhangtang before going to bed and get a few books.

When we go to Huazhangtang, we have to pass Gui Laoze in the mountains. The journey is a bit far away.

Sang Luojiu greeted Zhang Lingdao: "I'm asking you to come with me in the middle of the night, I'm in trouble."

Zhang Lingdao was flattered: "No, you are so polite, Sang... the master of the flower hall."

Sang Luojiu smiled: "Isn't you used to my real name?"

Zhang Lingdao was embarrassed: "The four of us have always remembered Yun Zhongjun... The Master Feng and you saved us from Wenshishan, and you have always remembered that your name is Sang Luojiu, and suddenly changed back to the flower... 'Flowers Farewell to the cloud'? I was really a little uncomfortable..."

Sang Luojiu said gently: "After calling for so many years, I actually didn't adapt much. I can adapt with you."

Sang Luojiu's temper is indeed very good, and he speaks softly, which invisibly encourages Zhang Lingdao, and asks him with courage: "Why did the Master of Flower suddenly think of changing his name? Is it because..."

His thoughts are not difficult to guess.

Sang Luojiu shook his head and rejected him: "No, I like the name changed by the master."

Zhang Lingdao was a little surprised.

Although the sect leader saved his life, it is really not good to change the name and surname at will in Zhang Lingdao's understanding.

...The Master of Flower Hall didn't care about this matter at all. It was because he had a deep relationship with the master and disciple, so he...

Sang Luojiu knew what Zhang Lingdao was thinking, so he didn't say much, and pursed his lips and chuckled.

Of course he didn't mind his master changing his name to Sang Luojiu.

Because it was in Fengling at that time.

He did not want to bring any glory to his dirty family just because of becoming Yun Zhongjun's second disciple.

It's different now.

Although Feihuamen has declined, if you use the real name to put a little blackmail on his family, why not do it after a long time?

When Gui Laoze was still dozens of feet away, Sang Luojiu suddenly stopped and his face became a little hard to describe for a moment.

Zhang Lingdao also heard a vague strange voice. He was about to prick up his ears and listen carefully when he saw Sang Luojiu walking in front of him turned around and smiled and said, "Let's get the volume tomorrow."

Zhang Lingdao still wanted to go forward: "It's okay, don't worry about me, I can stay with you no matter how late I'll stay with you."

Sang Luojiu smiled slightly: "I just thought of something more important."

Zhang Lingdao was immediately attracted, followed Sang Luojiu and said curiously: "What's the matter?"
Chapter completed!