Please, I really don’t want to fall in love with the leader.

Leng Wuyan said nervously: "It's not allowed to be demolished now!"

Li Ran was a little strange.

Give yourself a gift and don't let yourself take it apart?

She blushed and said, "Wait, wait for this seat to leave, you will open it, and besides, you must look at it when you are alone, and you must not be seen by others." "

After speaking, he didn't wait for Li Ran to reply, and left in a panic.

Li Ran couldn't help but scratch his head a little.

"So mysterious?"

He weighed the box, and it felt as if there was nothing.

"Master didn't write me a love letter, right? No wonder I'm so shy, hehe. "

Li Ran took the box back to the study, carefully unwrapped the red ribbon, and opened the lid of the gift box.

I saw that there was a piece of pink cloth inside, with a delicate texture, smoother than silk.

"What is this......"

He took out the cloth, and the whole person was petrified in an instant.

It turned out to be a fan's belly pocket!

There are several hollows on it, the fabric is pitiful, and it also exudes a faint fragrance.

And the scent feels very familiar.

“......"

Li Ran swallowed his saliva, "Why did Shizun give me such a thing?!"

That's a shame, isn't it?

At this time, he found that there was still a note in the box.

He took it out and looked at it, his eyes widening.

"it!"

I saw that the note read:

[Traitor, I know what you like, but I can't forgive you...... This belly pocket has been worn for five days, so you can see it with your own eyes...... Happy Frost Metaverse. 】

Also, please don't do anything strange to it. 】

“......"

Li Ran looked at the note, then at his belly pocket, and his brain was about to shut down.

The New Year's gift given to him by Shizun was actually her own original belly pocket?!

Blame had to let yourself take it apart!

Ah......h

Li Ran looked at the crooked font on the note, and could imagine Leng Wuyan's nervous appearance when she wrote.

"No wonder this fragrance is so familiar, it turned out to be the body fragrance of the master......"

Li Ran leaned over and sniffed it like an idiot.

The shy and timid appearance of the master wearing it came to mind.

Oops, nosebleeds are spurting......

"Those who understand me, the master is also!"

Li Ran wiped his nosebleed and made a grand wish to heaven and earth, "One day, I will let Shizun personally wear it for me!"

Recalling Shizun's cold cheeks, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

"It's so good for the New Year~"

"By the way, the frost yuan at night plays the spring ......"

Li Ran thought about it and made a decision.

......

It's getting dark.

Xuanling Mountain is lit up.

The Kunyuan Hall is lively and noisy, and there are many people.

The disciples sat cross-legged facing the high platform, with various spiritual teas and melons and fruits placed around them.

And Leng Wuyan sat at the head of the first row, next to the elders of the other peaks.

Everyone is waiting for the beginning of the frost yuan spring.

The elders all had smiles on their faces, and it was one of the few pleasures of the year for the boring practice.

Elder Sun smiled and said, "Master, this Spring Festival Conference was organized by Elder Yang of Liufeng, and it is said that the show is very good, and the old body is looking forward to it." "

"I'm looking forward to it. Leng Wuyan nodded.

But what she was looking forward to was not the show, but the appointment with Li Ran.

As the head of the sect, she will definitely attend this kind of sect event, and she will quietly slip away when the performance is almost over.

Boom!

With the melodious sound of bells, the scene fell silent.

Elder Yang of the Six Peaks stood up, and his voice was like a bell, "I announce that the Frost Yuan Spring Festival has officially begun!"

"Good!"

There were enthusiastic cheers and applause below.

Then one by one the shows were put on the stage.

Storytelling, singing, dragon and lion dances, dancing...... There are also people who come to the stage to show their cultivation and practice with each other.

It's basically the same as folk juggling.

But because the disciples are not professional, there will be some flaws, and looking at it is just a pleasure.

The audience below was very enthusiastic, and the atmosphere was very lively for a while.

"Next, I invite the inner disciple Lu Xinran to perform the program "Chest Broken Stone"!"

Then, in the midst of the applause, the deer happily walked onto the stage with a large stone in his arms.

......

Leng Wuyan's mind was not on the show at all, and her eyes wandered around, looking for Li Ran's trace.

"Strange, where has Ran'er gone?"

She was a little puzzled, she hadn't seen anyone else yet.

Normally, with his identity, he should sit in the first row with himself to watch the show.

"I guess you're preparing for a date, right?" Leng Wuyan thought to herself.

The party continues.

"Next, please invite all the disciples of the Sixth Peak to perform the dance "I am a brick of the sect, where you need to move"!"

......

Another hour passed.

Leng Wuyan sat on the chair, her face was so heavy that she seemed to be able to wring out water.

"The party is almost over, where did this rebel go?"

"It's not like you've forgotten about the date with this seat!"

"Probably not, I've seen him today......"

"Wait!"

Leng Wuyan thought of something, "Isn't he satisfied with the gift from this seat......?" Didn't I show him this seat?"

The more she thought about it, the more it was.

"But that's too embarrassing, how can this seat ......"

Even so, he couldn't ignore his seat, which was too much. "

Leng Wuyan was extremely aggrieved in her heart.

Being able to give away her underwear is already the limit of what she can do.

She broke through her shame, but the other party was not satisfied.

"This rebel will ignore him again......"

Leng Wuyan stood up and prepared to leave.

She couldn't stand the party, and was ready to go back to the dormitory alone.

At this time, the excited curtain rang out:

"Next, please enjoy the song "The Whale Who Became a Lonely Island" sung by the Holy Son!"

Her body froze instantly, and she turned her head to look at it suddenly.

I saw Li Ran walking up to the high platform, standing in the center, looking at her with a smile.

Leng Wuyan's cheeks flushed, and she slowly sat back.

"It turned out that he was going to put on a show...... It was this seat who misunderstood him. But he can still sing?"

"It's the Holy Son!"

"The Holy Son is about to put on a show!"

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"My youth is over!"

......

The applause of the disciples almost lifted the roof of the shed!

Li Ran's popularity is too high.

"Zheng~"

The musician behind him gently plucked the strings, and the scene fell silent in an instant.

The sound of the piano sounded, and it was not as sad as imagined, but full of warmth and expectation.

Leng Wuyan didn't know why, and her heartbeat gradually accelerated.