"Heaven and earth, what kind of talent does this have to possess such terrifying strength?"
"Being able to become friends and fellow disciples with you is truly a blessing to Kunlun and the world."
Ji Qinghe spoke in ups and downs, shaking his head with emotion.
If she hadn't tried so hard to suppress her smile, I might have been fooled by her.
Tang Jingyue raised her hand, and Xiao Yu'er, who was always taciturn, said with evasive eyes: "Brother Suning, you are definitely the Erlang True Monarch from heaven who came down to earth. You were born with spiritual eyes."
"You, we can see the light in the center of your eyebrows."
"Well, it's really bright."
After Xiaoyu'er finished speaking, he shrank his neck like an ostrich and didn't dare to look at me.
Tang Jingyue said with satisfaction: "The eyes of the masses are sharp, Suning, you no longer have to worry about that strange dream."
"We can prove to you that your talent has nothing to do with strange dreams."
"You are you, the most dazzling star in the dark night."
"Your third uncle is not as good as you."
"Ling girl, why are you so stunned? As Suning's master, you are not allowed to praise him at this time?" Tang Jingyue reminded Lingxi, who had a dull expression, and gave me a thumbs up: "The best is better than the blue, Suning, we
Be optimistic about your future."
Lingxi put his hand on his forehead and said word by word: "Yes, Master Jingyue is right."
"Come on, let's sing together." Tang Jingyue applauded: "Twinkle and twinkle, there is a little star between the eyebrows. It shines brightly at night, like thousands of little eyes."
I stood in the kitchen, my eyes were black and my legs were weak.
I held the refrigerator door with my only strong right hand and almost had the urge to vomit blood and die.
Are these guys taking me for a fool?
No matter how stupid I, Suning, am, I will not be deceived by their poor acting skills.
"Well, now that you have your spiritual eyes, you can cook for us with peace of mind." Pei Chuan puffed out his cheeks, fearing that he would laugh out loud.
His back was turned to me, his shoulders were shaking and he was puffing, as if he had difficulty breathing.
"Laugh if you want, you roaring dog." I vented my anger on Pei Chuan, and said angrily: "I'm talking about dreams, strange dreams, and they have nothing to do with spiritual eyes."
Ji Qinghe added confusedly: "Then what exactly do you want to express? Didn't the strange dream make you open your spiritual eyes?"
"I understand what Suning means." Pei Chuan said solemnly with a straight face: "He wants to tell us that the reason why he can open the eyebrows and soul is entirely because of his unique talent."
Ji Qinghe yelled: "Isn't that how I praised him? I didn't even mention half of my weird dreams."
"Your praise is too ostentatious, and Suning's restrained personality cannot accept it for a while." Pei Chuan waved his hand and said, "You have to praise me like this, for example..."
"How to praise?" Ji Qinghe asked.
Pei Chuan paused and raised his voice: "Suning, Suning, you are the best, Suning, Suning, you are the strongest."
"So handsome, so cool, Suning is the best."
"The spring breeze is blowing, the war drums are beating, who is this talented young man? Don't be impatient, don't be impatient, let me explain it carefully."
"There is a young man named Suning, who is more talented than Kong Ming..."
Pei Chuan shouted sternly, so damn, he just had to make a fast talk.
"Not bad, not bad, I really have yours." Ji Qinghe smiled broadly and swayed to the beat.
I held on to the refrigerator and sucked in a breath of cold air. I turned around and diverted my attention. I was afraid that if I continued to look at him, I would stab Pei Chuan to death with a knife.
