Please, I Really Don’t Want To Fall In Love with the Boss.

"of course not!"

Leng Wuyan was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I blame you, I thought you wanted to..."

"What do you want?" Li Ran asked curiously.

"I want to hide from this seat..." Her voice became smaller and smaller.

Li Ran laughed dumbly.

My master is so cute.

But the more he did, the more guilty he felt.

Leng Wuyan believed him unconditionally, but he lied repeatedly...

"I can't tell her about the key!" Li Ran was very helpless.

Chapter 30 My master is too sweet!

"The trial was originally going to take more than a month, plus going home, wouldn't it be a long time to see Ran'er?" Leng Wuyan was disappointed.

Originally, at her level, it would take dozens of years to just retreat, and this time was just a flick of a finger.

But now it feels very difficult.

Li Ran squeezed her little hand, "The disciple must come back as soon as possible, and I am looking forward to the second date with Master."

"Hmph, I think beautifully, who is going to date you?"

Leng Wuyan said this, but a smile flashed in her eyes.

The haze in my heart dissipated a lot.

"Hey, the thought of not being able to see the Sect Master for such a long time makes the disciple feel uncomfortable... Should I still not go?" Li Ran sighed.

"Okay, immortality has no time. For you and me, this is just an inch of time, and the days to come are still long."

Instead, Leng Wuyan comforted him.

There was a hint of slyness in Li Ran's eyes, and he turned to the guest and said: "Then before you leave, can you satisfy the disciple's little wish?"

Leng Wuyan asked curiously, "Wish? Come and listen?"

Li Ran cleared his throat, "It's the name I told you just now, the disciple especially wants to hear your name."

"what?"

Leng Wuyan was at a loss for a moment, and said in a panicked expression: "No, I can't speak!"

"Ok…"

Li Ran's expression was full of regret.

Leng Wuyan looked at him, hesitated for a long time, and whispered: "If the seat is called, can you come back earlier?"

"Of course!"

Li Ran's eyes lit up, "The disciple promises to go and return quickly!"

"Ok…"

Leng Wuyan covered her cheeks and called out like a mosquito: "Xiang, Xianggong~"

Through her fingers, she could see that her cheeks were flushed.

Before Li Ran could respond, her figure disappeared instantly, and she was so shy that she ran away.

Li Ran was sitting on the chair and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He clutched his frantically beating heart and murmured, "My master, it's so sweet..."

…

No central city.

This is the imperial capital of the dynasty, the most prosperous city-state.

At this time, the alleys were empty, and people gathered in front of the questioning stage, looking at the immortal elders of the Taoist bones on the stage.

Dengxian Conference!

This is the closest day to the mundane world and the spiritual world.

The major families will send the best descendants to come to this questioning platform to test their talents, in order to get the opportunity to worship the Immortal Sect.

And each sect will continue to pay attention to avoid missing the seedlings with good qualifications.

It was here that Li Ran, who was eight years old, detected the talent of the holy grade, which directly triggered the competition for the top sects.

In the end, he was admitted under the door of Youluo Hall.

At this time, the deacon who presided over the meeting said: "Now the disciples of the Xiao family will come to the stage to test the fortune."

A group of boys and girls walked up, the youngest of whom was only six or seven years old.

They touched the test stones with their hands one by one in the order on the list.

"Xiao Feng, low-grade talent."

"Xiao Yun, low-grade talent."

"Xiao San, middle-grade talent."

…

Until there is only one person left, the best is only a mid-grade talent.

It can be said to be very miserable.

The girl at the end of the line took a deep breath and pressed her right hand on the test stone.

After a while, there was no response.

The deacon said loudly: "Xiao Qingge, no talent for cultivation!"

She withdrew her hand, her eyes drooping.

"Sure enough, no miracle happened... My talent has really disappeared..."