Song Tingwan sighed helplessly, "Wake up, everyone. It's not as exaggerated as he said."
Most people are polite and know their place; seeing her gentle and indifferent attitude, they won't bother her any further.
"However, Wan'er is beautiful, and the kind of beauty that cannot be defiled. Most people probably only dare to admire her from afar." As Qin Xi spoke, he dragged his stool aside from Baili Xijiang and put his arm around Song Tingwan's hand.
After saying that, Qin Xi thought for a moment, then laughed again, "We don't go out much these days, and we haven't even met many of the contemporary geniuses of the cultivation world. Perhaps if Wan'er met them, she wouldn't like your uncle anymore, hahaha—"
As she spoke, Qin Yuanyuan looked towards Baili Xijiang, but unexpectedly, she saw the man who had come with his hands behind his back and had been listening at the gate of the courtyard for who knows how long.
Round eyes were instantly terrified, and hid on the other side of Song Tingwan.
"I was just talking nonsense!"
Seeing this, everyone looked in the direction she had turned around.
Under Song Tingwan's amused gaze, who was covering her mouth with her fan, Shen Zhuochuan remained silent, simply nodding to them all before leading his little nephew away.
"You all continue, I need to take care of some family matters."
The surface is calm and peaceful.
As two dragons soared into the air behind them, unilaterally disciplining the little foolish dragon, Song Tingwan's telepathic message suddenly rang out.
—Once you recover, I will invite all the elite talents to come and show them to you.
She lowered her eyes and smiled, then looked up at the white dragon in the sky, mentally completing the second half of his sentence.
And then she'll find out that none of those people can compare to him?
--OK.
Sure enough, he took Qin Xi's words to heart.
Yet they are also open and generous, unafraid of being compared.
He is also a proud person, and naturally, he has the right to be proud.
Song Tingwan wanted to protect her younger sister's spiritedness, and she also admired Shen Zhuochuan's noble elegance and pride as a dragon.
"Wan'er, you beat up Baili, so Venerable Yun Chuan can't beat me up anymore, right..." Qin Xi cried and snuggled into Song Tingwan's arms.
She really has a sharp tongue; she was trying to criticize Baili Xijiang.
Song Tingwan patted the top of her head, suppressing a laugh and feigning hesitation: "I don't know..."
Song Siyao and Wan Qiji watched her amusingly; one helplessly peeled grapes for her to eat, while the other silently continued to oil his knife.
When Baili Xijiang landed in front of them with a roar, the white dragon paused for a moment and then left, Qin Xi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She whispered, glancing warily left and right before telling Song Tingwan, "His uncle looks so fierce..."
Song Siyao, peeling grapes, secretly curled her lips.
I think so too.
Wanqiji looked up, but hadn't Baili Xijiang said before that for the dragon race, being beaten like this was no different from being tickled?
But before he could say it, he met Song Siyao's suggestive gaze.
After so many fights, we still have some teamwork.
Wan Qiji remained silent for a moment, then gazed silently at the sky: "It seems...it seems a bit fierce..."
Not to mention Baili Xijiang, who had just been reprimanded and immediately threw himself on his master's lap, crying and complaining, "Uncle went too far! He even tried to drag me away to scold me! I want everyone to see how fierce he is!"
Song Tingwan rubbed his head, smiling in agreement.
But I can't help thinking my little apprentice is silly.
Shen Zhuochuan was giving him face.
This kid insisted on getting beaten up in front of everyone.
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