Princess Against the World

How could Master Changyang not know this truth? He took it immediately, slightly pursed his lips, and tasted the taste.

"Well, not bad, sweet but not greasy, fragrant but not vulgar...it tastes good."

She took a big sip and walked towards the old ancestral hall.

"How do you do it?"

"It's very complicated and troublesome to say. If my real sister likes to drink it, I will make a cup every day and drink it on an empty stomach in the morning. It will be more effective and moisturizing..."

Before he finished speaking, Changyang Master had already drank the scented tea.

"Continued Cup."

Xizi hugged the beautiful girl and followed her silently.

Hearing this, he glanced at the tea cup meaningfully, and then looked at Ling Luoyu.

Ling Luoyu pretended not to know, ran over and poured a glass for Changyang Zhenren.

This time, she handed it to Xizi.

"Try it too."

Xizi's body stiffened subconsciously, but he still took it and took a sip: "Not bad."

"If it's good, just drink it." Changyang Zhenren glanced sideways and smiled ambiguously: "Men also need moisture...especially good-looking men, girl, what do you think?"

"My husband's flower-like appearance does not require scented tea, but in order to match the real sister, I naturally need to nourish it... Otherwise, my sister will become more and more youthful and beautiful, but my husband will grow old day by day, wouldn't it?" very ugly?"

"Girl, I really like you..."

Ling Luoyu's words once again made Changyang real man elated and laughed.

Xizi couldn't help but glared at Ling Luoyu again——

This little girl is absolutely perfect at flattering! !

A few calm words can make the person feel happy.

Ling Luoyu's dark eyes were burning, and she looked into his eyes seriously: "Sir, do you need another bowl?"

you! ?

Xizi dislikes this title very much.

"unnecessary!"

His face turned darker, and he threw the remaining half cup of scented tea to her, and followed Master Changyang quickly into the old ancestral hall.

Ling Luoyu sighed softly, but instead of following him, he turned around and went back to prepare breakfast.

This time point is equivalent to lunch for Changyang Zhenren.

When Master Changyang came back, the porridge and side dishes had been laid out.

"Why didn't you come in with me?" As soon as he sat down, Changyang's eyes became slightly threatening: "You must be scared, right?"

"Sister, real person, I've said it before, I'm different from you... You are an existence that Lord Shadow can't afford to offend. I'm an ant that he can just crush to death if he wants... Wrath of Thunder, you are coming and going. Freedom, you can come when you want, you can leave when you want, I can’t, I can’t leave..."

Ling Luoyu pointed at himself and sighed sadly.

"To be honest, my injuries haven't healed yet, and I really don't want to go in and die again."

"..."

Master Changyang didn't speak, just looked at her intently.

It seemed that he was checking the truth of what she said.

Ling Luoyu looked helpless and sad, but he did not avoid the sight of Master Changyang, with a clear conscience.

Xizi silently picked up his rice. When he lowered his eyes, his eyes quickly passed over the two of them. He lowered his head and ate.

After a long time, Master Changyang slowly withdrew his gaze and picked up the bowl: "In your opinion, what do I need to do next?"

Ling Luoyu was obviously stunned for a moment: "Ah? What?"

"You can be regarded as someone who has dealt with the Fury of Thunder twice. With your scheming mind, you won't miss something. So tell me, what should I do next?"