After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite. Chapter 22 Don’t get close, you will become unfortunate
Chapter 22 Don’t get close, you will become unfortunate
"What we said just now seems to be Pu Ying's fault, but in fact it's Fu Qingcheng who brings up everything - if Pu Ying is a firecracker, Fu Qingcheng is the flame that lights up the firecrackers. I think she is interested in Senior Brother Song, you will
If you are facing her, you have to be careful."
Lu Ren’s analysis is clear and logical.
"She is interested in Song Nan, what does it have to do with me?"
Tang Ling said dullly, completely forgetting the nymphomaniac look on his face when he first met Song Nan.
"You are stupid. You spend time with Song Nan day and night. How can she not be jealous? Let me tell you, women's jealousy is the most terrifying thing..."
Seeing Lu Ren asking Tang Monk to chant sutras again, Tang Ling quickly raised his hand to stop him.
"Okay, okay, I'll just be more alert in the future."
Lu Ren bit his chopsticks and looked at Tang Ling.
"Before I met you, I didn't expect you to be like this."
"What did you imagine?"
"Arrogant, domineering, not very easy to deal with..." Lu Ren took a mouthful of rice and said uncertainly, "After all, who came in? Children from rich families must be like this."
"Tsk, tsk." She shook her head with a look of regret, "Show some arrogance like your eldest lady!"
Because the lunch box was taken away by Song Nan, Tang Ling didn't eat all morning. Tang Ling devoured it and ate in a very shameful way.
When she heard Lu Ren's words, she was swallowing a mouthful of rice and almost choked.
"Life forces me to be patient."
She lowered her head and looked at the clear soup and watery meal, and said.
"But you are indeed quite tolerant." Lu Ren stared at her and said.
"Look at the dark circles under your eyes. They are almost bigger than your eyes. And you are so skinny. You have such a bad night's rest. If the people from Danzong don't show it to you, you won't let Song Nan invite it for you?" p>
The nightmares I have been having lately have gotten worse at night, to the point where I talk nonsense in the middle of the night and occasionally sleepwalk.
Yao Yao once approached the disciples of Dan Sect and wanted to invite them to show Tang Ling.
But no one came to the clinic.
Either he refuses because he doesn’t have time, or he refuses to even meet.
The elders and disciples of this town sect are really shameless.
But face does not have to be given only if others are willing to give it.
Lu Qingfeng was in seclusion, and her only senior brother Song Nan didn't notice her spirit and the strangeness at night.
But he never asked, and he had no intention of reaching out to help.
"It's better not to trouble him." Tang Ling said.
I guess they don’t want to help if it’s troublesome.
She even suspected that Song Nan's initiative to take her for morning exercise a month ago was just a whim.
Because no matter how well she runs or how fast she runs, she can't keep up.
Song Nan always ignored him.
It's as if she doesn't exist at all.
"You can't..."
Before Lu Ren could finish his words about how iron could not become steel, he was interrupted by a sudden noise in the dining hall.
The two of them didn't even raise their heads.
It seems that we have become accustomed to such scenes and are not surprised.
But Tang Ling speeded up his meal.
In front of the dining hall door walked a young man wearing brocade embroidered with green patterns, a gold and bamboo pattern belt of the same color around his waist, and his black hair tied up with a gold crown.
Who is it if it’s not Yuan Yulang?
Yuan Yulang took "F3" and swaggered in under the sunlight coming from outside the door.
He enjoyed the feeling of being so popular, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth involuntarily, feeling that he was really cool.
Also, how many young men can there be in this world who want strength, looks, and family background like him?
Even that cold-faced young man from the Lingxian sect, that one named Song Nan, wasn’t he just a beggar from a poor ravine?
The master also asked me to learn from him. What is there for a poor boy to learn from!
What's more, he has not seen such a person in the two months since he came to Lingxian Sect. He is said to be so godly, but he is just a country bumpkin who dares not meet people.
After all, it is he who deserves the most attention from the Lingxian Sect.
Young Master Yuan, who was attracting all the attention, was carrying the food he had bought. When he passed by the window, his eyes caught sight of a certain place, and his feet stumbled hard, and he finally managed to steady the rice plate in his hand.
"You, you, you, you...why are you still haunting me?"
Yuan Yulang immediately took three steps back before daring to raise his voice and say to the woman in red sitting by the window.
Tang Ling knew what he meant.
After Yuan Yulang's courtyard was destroyed, the elders of the Fu Zhen Sect spent their energy to renovate it. During this period, all the objects and furnishings were exactly the same as the previous courtyard.
This elder’s importance to Yuan Yulang is evident.
After hearing that the courtyard was renovated, Tang Ling visited it several times and also asked the new handyman disciples there about the "ginseng" situation.
After all, she was partly responsible for the destruction of the yard. Although Tang Ling himself was also ignorant, he always felt guilty.
Perhaps because of being seen by others these few times, the news reached the ears of the girl named "Pu Ying" today, and Yuan Yulang also knew about it.
All in all, this is the first time the two have faced each other since they broke up a month ago.
Because from that day on, Tang Ling always avoided Yuan Yulang. Even if he saw him in the dining hall, he would finish his meal and leave quickly to avoid meeting him.
However, what she didn't know was that she was hiding from Yuan Yulang, and Yuan Yulang was also hiding from Tang Ling.
How should I describe this feeling?
Yuan Yulang never believed that there was a god of plague in the world.
Because he has always believed that everything depends on people. As long as people are alive, there is nothing they can't do.
But after meeting Tang Ling, he believed it.
What happened a month ago left indelible traces in his heart. From then on, Tang Ling was the big devil with the word "God of Plague" above his head.
Don't get close, you will become unfortunate.
He warned himself.
And in the past month, despite his careful avoidance, he has indeed not faced off against this "God of Plague".
But I heard that she often inquires about her medicinal fields.
It’s really haunting!
"I'm leaving now." Tang Ling swallowed the last mouthful of rice and had no intention of arguing with him.
But when she got up and was about to leave, Lu Ren, who was sitting outside, didn't move.
"Lu Ren? I'll go first."
Lu Ren didn't hear Tang Ling's voice at all. She looked at Yuan Yulang blankly, "Brother Yulang, can I go back to work in your yard?"
Yuan Yulang looked at Tang Ling and then at her, "You, you, you... are you eating with this god of plague? You will also become unfortunate, so don't mess with me."
"Don't worry, I'll leave her right away!" Lu Ren stood up smoothly.
Uh... the "rebellion" happened so quickly that Tang Ling didn't even have time to feel sentimental.
This ungrateful girl!
Tang Ling gritted his teeth in his heart.
Lu Ren had already stood next to Yuan Yulang and blinked twice at Tang Ling.
Seeing Lu Ren running over, Yuan Yulang subconsciously stepped back. Unexpectedly, he tripped over a table and chair, lost his balance, and fell backwards.
Look, you will indeed be unlucky.
Yuan Yulang thought to himself angrily, anxiously and sadly.
But the expected embarrassing fall did not happen.
Yuan Yulang's waist felt hot, and he felt a strong warm hand on his back, holding him firmly.
The originally noisy dining hall fell silent.
Yuan Yulang stood firm in this strange silence, calmed down his accelerated heartbeat, and wanted to turn around and see his savior.
"Yuan Yulang?"
A deep voice with a hint of doubt came from behind.
Yuan Yulang subconsciously responded and turned around. When he saw the person behind him, his breath froze.
Behind him stood a young man who was a head taller than him.
Wearing black clothes outlines a slender figure.
Red lips, white face, black hair and black eyes.
He looked up slightly, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered a sour poem that Mu Ai's senior brother in the sect recited while shaking his head when he was a child.
"There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful."