"Idol~~~"
As the sound grew closer, Su Qinghe pushed open the door and entered, seeing Old Huang with tears welling up in his eyes.
"Idol, I've read every single one of your novels!"
"Ahem—" Old Huang cleared his throat, striking a pose of superiority, "Does Su girl also love literature?"
"More than just a passion~"
Su Qinghe lowered her head shyly and said, "I've written a few humble works. May I ask you for advice sometime?"
"Oh?" Old Huang asked, "What's your pen name?"
Su Qinghe was a little embarrassed, "Fairy Qinse~"
"!!!"
Okay!
The masterpiece that sold for over a thousand spirit stones at the first auction that Gingerbread went to was written by Senior Sister Su.
"Did you write 'The Immoral Love of Immoral Lord Qingxue and Immoral Master Taixuan'?" she asked.
Su Qinghe blinked. "Junior Sister, you've seen it?"
"No, not at all." Gingerbread seemed quite interested. "It was too expensive, so I couldn't buy any."
"I have a manuscript here, would you like to see it?"
"I want it, I want it!"
Gingerbread and Su Qinghe huddled together, making strange, chattering noises.
Burning and Old Huang slipped away.
After Su Qinghe left, Jiang Bingbing picked up a novel and started reading.
The smile on his face sent chills down my spine.
The next day at noon.
After Huang Lao finished his cultivation, he met Jiang Bingbing, who had her head and arms hanging down. "You have such big dark circles under your eyes."
"Huh? Oh—" Gingerbread looked up and grinned foolishly, "Hehe, I stayed up all night reading Senior Sister Su's novel."
"?" Old Huang handed her a Spirit Recovery Pill. "Take this to replenish your energy. If you go out like this, people might mistake you for a ghost cultivator."
"My senior sister's novels are so addictive," she said, taking the Rejuvenation Pill. "I'm starting to believe them."
"Knocking on everything will only hurt you."
After burning away the flames, he calmly recounted what he had said to Su Qinghe during the Jiangbing Sect competition.
...
Immortal Lord Qingxue sensed something was wrong.
Recently, his young apprentice has been popping up all the time, and the way he looks at him is strange.
"Master!!!"
He was taking a walk in the courtyard.
Suddenly, a person jumped out from the flower bushes.
Take a closer look.
It's gingerbread!
"Oh dear, you scared your teacher to death."
"Master, Master, are you going to Tianji Peak?"
"..." Qingxue Immortal Lord swatted the person away with his fan, "Go to Tianji Peak my ass."
"Hey? Did you just come back from Tianji Peak?" Ginger Cake asked, scratching his head.
"..."
"It's impossible even if you think about it with your toes. Your master and that stinky array-setter are like oil and water."
"If you're so idle, go practice your sword skills three thousand times."
"Three thousand times?" The gingerbread cake dried up.
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