Leng Yan looked at Xing Luo's expectant expression and became playful.
She turned her wrist slightly and the Hanyue Sword in her hand turned into a folding fan. Xing Luo didn't know what Leng Yan was going to do. He stared blankly at Leng Yan standing in front of him and urged: "Jiayang, didn't you say you would change it for me? Change it quickly."
As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Yan bent down, lifted Xing Luo's chin with a folding fan in her hand, and said to her with a faint smile: "Come on, smile for me."
Seeing this scene, everyone outside the secret realm felt their blood rushing. Some people said they had hit something.
Some people bit their handkerchiefs and asked why they were not the ones to be picked on the chin. Some rational people sighed: "Jealousy really makes people crazy."
In the secret realm, Xing Luo looked at Leng Yan in front of her and was dazzled by Leng Yan's smile. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she saw Leng Yan smile.
Leng Yan smiled beautifully, the ice in her eyes melted into a pool of spring water, her eyebrows were smiling, and her eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of stars. The small red mole at the corner of her eye added charm to her whole face, but the charm was suppressed by the cold aura on her body.
Now, when she smiled, her charm was instantly revealed, and her eyes, as bright as stars, made people feel drawn in at a glance. Xing Luo dared to say that if Leng Yan was willing, she could just beckon countless people to be captivated by her and willingly follow her.
Xing Luo was lost in thought. Leng Yan saw that she didn't move for a long time, so she put away the folding fan and said, "If you don't want to, forget it."
Xing Luo reacted immediately, grabbed Leng Yan's sleeve and said, "Who said I don't want to?" Then he smiled at Leng Yan.
Leng Yan looked at her and commented, "Well... not charming enough. Why don't you go and dance for me." Xing Luo looked at Leng Yan with a smile in her eyes and glared at her.
Then she smiled charmingly and said, "Yan Yan, it's okay if you want me to dance. How about you accompany me?" Then she pressed herself against Leng Yan. Leng Yan's smile froze on her face. Seeing Leng Yan's smile froze on her face, Xing Luo continued to push forward and said coquettishly, "Yan Yan, how about that?"
Leng Yan thought that he had let himself go this time, and his face returned to his usual expressionless expression. He just said in a somewhat helpless tone: "Okay, I'll accompany you."
Xing Luo pulled Leng Yan's sleeve and said, "I knew you were the best, Yan Yan."
Leng Yan was also very helpless at this time. Why couldn't she control her playful desire?
Looking at Xing Luo, Leng Yan began to change the subject: "Didn't you ask me to accompany you?" Xing Luo took out a guqin from his storage ring and placed it in front of Leng Yan. He looked at the guqin in front of him coldly and asked: "Before you joined your current sect, you also went to my bedroom?"
Xing Luo took a look at the guqin and found that it was the one Leng Yan used during the Ming Dynasty.
Xing Luo began to argue: "It's all your fault. You left without leaving me any thoughts. I missed you so much that I brought your guqin here so I can remember you by looking at it."
Leng Yan wasn't fooled at all: "Seeing something reminds you of someone? I have such a big room, why did you choose my zither?"
Xing Luo continued to argue quietly: "I was afraid that you would miss the Ming Dynasty too much, so I brought your zither here, so that you can have some good thoughts."
Leng Yan looked at her coldly: "You change your words quite quickly."
Xing Luo couldn't think of anything else to say so he had to change the subject: "Jiayang, didn't you say you would wear men's clothes for me to see? Hurry up." Leng Yan said, "You dance first." Xing Luo immediately agreed.
Then Leng Yan sat in front of the guqin, plucking the strings with her fingers. As the music flowed from her fingers, Xing Luo also began to dance on the spot.
Everyone outside the secret realm was stunned for a moment. They never thought that one day they would be able to see the performance of two beauties.
Leng Yan is recognized as the most beautiful woman in the world of cultivation, but she has always been cold and heartless. Xing Luo is also beautiful, but she is usually not serious. When she was dancing just now, Xing Luo was very serious. The temperaments of the two of them had an inexplicable fit in an instant, which was very attractive.
Qingyu and the others have been keeping a close eye on Leng Yan's every move. Leng Yan's actions and expressions attract them all the time.
In the secret realm, Leng Yan propped up her head with one hand, revealing a somewhat lazy look. Xing Luo ran over and said, "Jiayang, it's your turn."
Leng Yan looked at her and said, "First, tell me, I'm only seventeen. Why are you so anxious to find a Taoist partner for me?" Xing Luo's eyes darted around, but Leng Yan just happened to reveal the reason: "Are you afraid that your father will know about your affairs and beat you, so you drag me into this?"
Xing Luo laughed when he saw that he was guessed right. "Jiayang, how can this be considered dragging you down? I'm worried about you. And have you ever heard of a saying? Life is short, enjoy it while you can."
Leng Yan said, "My life is still long, not short." This sentence blocked what Xing Luo was about to say.
Xing Luo started to divert Leng Yan's attention again: "Jiayang, you don't want to show me what you have become, right? You haven't made any move for so long." Leng Yan didn't say anything when she saw Xing Luo started to change the subject.
He simply said, "Compare the portrait on your jade slip with mine to see if the facial features are the same." "Also," Leng Yan pointed to the red mole at the corner of his right eye and said, "Look at the corner of Luo Li's eye on the jade slip to see if he has the same small red mole as me."
Xing Luo took it out and compared it to Leng Yan. He found that it really looked exactly like Leng Yan. And the more he looked at it, the more similar it became.
But would Xing Luo admit it? No. Xing Luo looked at Leng Yan and said, "I can't see your face clearly because you're wearing a veil. And unless you show me another one, I won't believe anything you say."
Leng Yan stood up and said, "Okay."
After saying that, he began to make hand gestures, and the next second Leng Yan took off her veil. Xing Luo looked at Leng Yan in front of him and had to admit that Leng Yan was indeed the real Luo Li.
Leng Yan looked at Xing Luo and asked, "Do you believe it now?" Xing Luo nodded vigorously, extremely happy.
At this moment, the crowd outside was also in an uproar. They had never thought that Leng Yan was really Luo Li. The female cultivators at the scene all shouted that Leng Yan was theirs.
When the male cultivators who admired Leng Yan heard this, they immediately retorted that Leng Yan was theirs. Finally, they all started arguing.
The male cultivator said, "Leng Yan belongs to us male cultivators. Only we can be Leng Yan's companions."
The female cultivator immediately retorted, "Bullshit! Who in the world of cultivation stipulates that a female cultivator's companion must be a man? Why are they so rigid about gender?"
The male and female cultivators were arguing fiercely, while the elders and sect leaders on the stage exclaimed, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, these young people are really energetic."
Someone teased Qingyu: "Elder Qingyu, it seems that your Qingyuan Sect's eldest senior sister and eldest senior brother are both pregnant."
Qingyu turned his eyes away from the scroll and said with a smile, "Don't attack our Qingyuan Sect." Then he turned his eyes back to the scroll. The noisy crowd below was also called to silence by the elders.
Everyone had indeed quieted down, but they were all still arguing over their jade slips with their heads down. Finally, someone said, "Alright, stop arguing and focus on the scroll so you don't miss anything."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone immediately put away the jade slips and looked up at the scroll in front of them. Meanwhile, an elder on the high platform quietly put away the jade slips, keeping his achievements and fame to himself.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com