"This... miss, I... know that I was wrong... please let me go..."
Ling Qingzhu followed behind and waited for the scholar in white robe to stop. Then he saw that the scholar suddenly burst into tears and started begging for mercy from a woman in a red dress.
The woman in the red dress is accompanied by a woman in green clothes and a boy.
Originally, the woman in the red dress had attracted a lot of attention from passers-by, but after Ling Qingzhu left the station, she suddenly became another focus of attention.
No matter how much a person who stands at the top disguises himself, his seemingly innate self-confidence and unrivaled elegance cannot be completely hidden.
In fact, this situation is already the result of Ling Qingzhu restraining 90% of his sense of existence.
As the passers-by looked at Ling Qingzhu, Ling Xue naturally saw it immediately, which made her look slightly surprised.
In fact, this unexpected meeting made Lingxue feel a little uneasy at this moment. When she was in the Blood Ancient Temple, she had already mentally prepared herself to die at the door of death, so she acted involuntarily, but now she is not dead.
Ling Xue didn't know that Ling Qingzhu had already met her once in secret. This was the first official meeting between the two people behind the Gate of Life and Death in the Bloody Ancient Temple two months ago, so she felt both hopeful and worried.
I know how Ling Qingzhu views her.
The time has come for the real test of acting skills.
Ling Qingzhu stood motionless, staring intently at Ling Xue, who was wearing a red dress and looked like a different person from more than a month ago.
Tears gradually blurred her eyes, but she couldn't help but reveal a heartfelt smile on her face, letting people see the joy in her heart at a glance.
"It's great that you are still alive!"
She was also crying and laughing at the same time, but Ling Qingzhu's feeling at this time was completely different from that of the white-robed scholar.
Whether it was true love or not is another matter, but at this moment, Ling Qingzhu's feelings were revealed, and anyone who saw her could feel it.
Sadness, the sadness that flows against the current, regret, the heart-breaking regret, and joy, the joy of regaining something.
Even if Ling Xue's inheritance could see through Ling Qingzhu's emotions at this time, he would never be able to find anything wrong.
In her previous life, she had climbed to the pinnacle of the Heavenly Realm. She had never encountered any means. If she had not had a steel heart that was not affected by external forces and the ability to freely control her own emotions, she would have died countless times.
Yes, those who are prone to emotions will always die the fastest.
That's why some people say that the higher a person stands, the further away he is from normal people.
There are never normal people who truly stand at the top, lunatics, psychopaths, monsters, paranoid, etc. These aliens in the eyes of normal people can all be used as labels for the real top powerhouses.
There is no doubt that no matter how Ling Qingzhu restrains herself, apart from her strength, her heart is no longer a normal person.
Seeing Ling Qingzhu like this, Ling Xue suddenly felt that she was really stupid, and felt ridiculous for the unnecessary anxiety in her heart.
"Stop crying, aren't I doing well?" With a movement, Ling Xue appeared in front of Ling Qingzhu, raised her hand to wipe away the tears left in the corners of Ling Qingzhu's eyes, and comforted her.
"I didn't cry, I was just so happy to see you alive that Feng Sha was blinded." Ling Qingzhu gently wiped the tears on her face and argued.
"Um... can you reminisce about old times... can I... take away this magical power from the little one first... I'm going to die laughing..."
It's a touching scene even to outsiders, but there are always people who don't understand the charm to ruin it.
Seeing Ling Qingzhu, Ling Xue no longer wanted to pursue the white-robed scholar, but she still wanted a small punishment or a big warning.
"Qingzhu, I heard you say before that you really want a piano..." After Ling Xue finished speaking, she gave a slight gesture to Ling Qingzhu.
But before Ling Qingzhu could respond, the white-robed scholar immediately understood and said: "Miss, come down and buy it."
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Ling Xue secretly told Ling Qingzhu that she was now called Ye Lingxi, and then introduced her to the woman in green and the boy.
Afterwards, Ling Qingzhu followed Ling Xue quietly, only occasionally glancing at the loveless white-robed scholar Zhao Wuji.
All in all, Ling Xue paid for Zhao Wou-ki's shopping, and young Xiang Feiying paid for Zao Wu-ki's shopping. This almost put a strain on Zhao Wu-ki's hard-working savings for a year.
"Miss Qingzhu, if Zhao remembers correctly, Miss Qingzhu wanted to stop Zhao before, but I don't know why?" Since the result of paying out the money could not change, Zhao Wuji simply shifted his attention to make himself less heartbroken.
Because Ling Qingzhu deliberately kept a low profile, the brilliance was covered up by Ling Xue, and all the attention of passersby was attracted by Ling Xue.
Ling Qingzhu, who had finally found a quiet atmosphere, suddenly heard Zhao Wuji talking to him, and immediately felt a little surprised.
"Nothing? I just feel that if I say it now, your mood will definitely be worse." Ling Qingzhu shook her head and said.
"Miss Ye, what do you think of this fan?" Xiang Feiying's voice, which had been surrounding Ling Xue, came again from the front.
Immediately afterwards, the voice of the shop owner came again: "This young man has really good taste. This fan is the treasure of my shop. It is from one of the four famous painters of Hongxiu Qinqi, calligraphy and painting."
Although the hand is not the pinnacle of work, its significance is extraordinary."
"It is indeed a good painting."
Ling Xue also looked at the peony scroll above and praised it.
"The treasure of the store should not be cheap."
Ling Qingzhu said without hesitation, rubbing salt on Zhao Wuji's wounds.
In terms of appearance, there is not much difference between Ling Qingzhu and the current Ling Xue, but when it comes to arousing the lust of others, Ling Xue's temperament at this time is even better, charming and charming, making it easier to attract people.
While others were focusing on Ling Xue's painting fan, Ling Qingzhu was observing the interpersonal relationships of several people.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the young man Xiang Feiying's heart has been captured by Ling Xue, and he starts to circle around Ling Xue everywhere to show his attentiveness.
However, from Ling Qingzhu's point of view, it seemed that Ling Xue did not regard Xiang Feiying as a man at all, but at this moment she was more like a big sister taking care of her younger brother.
"Poor baby." Ling Qingzhu felt a little pity in his heart, but this was destined to be fruitless.
"For the sake of love, the steps are covered with red flowers, and I teach people to draw pictures of the future on fans. The leaves grow in varying lengths with the colorful brushes, and the flowers bloom one after another in the light breeze."
As Ling Xue impromptuly recited two lines of poetry, suddenly the brilliance of the peony painting fan circulated, and a burst of peony fragrance wafted out.
The peony painting fan was actually a semi-finished waste spiritual weapon that had not yet been consecrated. Ling Qingzhu knew this, so he did not show much surprise at this time and looked at it very calmly.