As a result, less than five minutes later, a certain little winter melon who kept saying he liked her ignored him again, and was happily discussing something with the little boy who had just returned.
It seems that this little girl is not just trying to mislead him, she really gets along well with this little boy.
Leng Chengran sat aside and helped his little apprentice cut fruit. He looked at the little winter melon and said something happy. His eyes were bright and his face was flushed...
After being silent for a while, he suddenly laughed.
This little winter melon... still has more things in common with children of the same age, right?
Forget it, no matter whether Xiao Donggua's love is serious or a child's brief affection, she is still his precious little apprentice.
He should do his best to pamper such a cute little winter melon. Since she likes her, he should keep the little boy.
So holding the cut fruit, Leng Chengran walked up to the two children and asked the little boy very kindly, "Are you willing to enter Qianlimen to learn martial arts?"
"Wow……"
Although the little boy always has a cool little face, like other children on this continent, he also grew up listening to the legend of Leng Chengran.
Qianlimen......
That is the holy land in their hearts, and being able to join the Qianli Sect is the ultimate dream of almost all martial arts practitioners.
Or even if you don’t practice martial arts, it would be nice to be allowed to enter Qianlimen and see where the gods live!
However, as the young master of the Demon Cult, the little boy can always calm down quickly.
In other words, he has a magic weapon that can help him calm down quickly...
With his cool face restored, the little boy said seriously to Leng Chengran, "But there is no almond cake in Qianlimen..."
Leng Chengran: "..."
After a few seconds of silence, he turned to look at his little apprentice and said, "Ruirui, give me a piece of almond cake."
He doesn't like sweets very much, and it seems that he has never eaten this stuff at all...
Now that he heard the little boy mention it again and again, he began to wonder what this thing tasted like.
His little apprentice is simply a walking snack store, so he must have some with her.
Sure enough, Ruirui lived up to expectations and asked, "I have three kinds of almond cakes. One is ground almonds to make a thick biscuit, which melts in your mouth. There is also one where almonds are cut into thick slices and poured with syrup, which is very crispy and sweet. There is also
There are layers of puff pastry at the bottom, almond slices sprinkled on the top layer, and chocolate-covered snacks, which kind do you want, Master?"
Facing such a professional-level snack connoisseur, Leng Chengran said: "..."
In the end, Ruirui took a piece of all three kinds of almond cakes and enthusiastically invited the master to taste them one by one.
Seeing her cute little face, Leng Chengran originally had no interest in snacks, but now he is very willing to eat snacks cooperatively.
But the little girl's face quickly fell, and she timidly grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Master, do you not like Ruirui anymore?"
"Of course not." Leng Chengran frowned slightly, but after thinking about it, he didn't seem to have done anything that would cause this little girl to have such a misunderstanding.
"But you want to accept him as your apprentice."
Glancing at the little boy, the little girl clasped her fingers in embarrassment, "By then, I will no longer be Master's little apprentice, but the penultimate little apprentice."
This is not just a matter of my mother saying that the name should not be too long...
The little girl feels...
"There are already twenty-five senior brothers on the mountain, twenty-six with me. Master used to share one-twenty-sixth of my care, but when I have another junior brother, I can only share twenty-seventh."
One of them is concerned."
"Master doesn't love me as much as before, ugh..." It's so sad.