3385: C3385 Divination

C3385 Divination

Lee Yun did not know what the process of divination was. Even Fann Qingsheng had not systematically studied it and had only heard a little about it before.1

Therefore, the two of them quietly watched in the room, waiting for the end of the divination ceremony that was far more solemn than the last time.

After a long time, it was late at night. Lee Yun went to the kitchen to make a small fry for the master and daughter pair. It seemed that after smelling the aroma of the food, Fan Linglong stopped her divination. Instantly, the copper coins floating around her fell to the ground.

Fan Linglong also fell back powerlessly.

However, just as she thought that she was going to fall to the ground, a warm and powerful hug hugged her. Then, a familiar and gentle male voice sounded beside her ear, "Linglong, are you alright?"

. . . "Yes. "

Fan Linglong slowly closed her eyes, allowing her exhausted body to fall into the man's body. She allowed the warm feeling that surged from the depths of her heart to spread throughout her entire body, causing this feeling of affection between a man and a woman to sweep through her limbs and bones. It then spread to the deepest part of her soul, causing her to be unable to forget the feeling she was feeling at this moment for the rest of her life.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have said such things. Let's see what you will say if you fight with your life on the line. "

Lee Yun picked her up. Fan Linglong's graceful body was embraced by him as if she had no bones. Not only did she not refuse him, she even twisted her body comfortably, making her body feel more comfortable in Lee Yun's arms.

Fan Linglong closed her eyes and let Lee Yun carry her to the chair. She sat in his arms and hugged his neck as she snorted. "If I don't divine, who can replace me? Qingsheng, she. . . Ah!"

At the mention of her disciple, only then did Fan Linglong suddenly wake up. Her weak and delicate body started to struggle and her face turned red. "Quickly, quickly let go of me. Qingsheng saw it all!"

It was not right to reveal such a soft appearance in front of her disciple.

What was even worse was that she actually acted like a spoiled child in front of Qingsheng and was even picked up from the hassock by him. He carried her as he walked and sat on the chair again.

"What are you being so proud of?"

Unless he was an idiot, no man would let go of the soft woman in his arms now.

Of course, Lee Yun was not a fool. Fan Linglong had used too many spirits to divine. Now was the time to console her. Furthermore, Lee Yun was still thinking about tonight. He was going to sit on the balcony on the second floor and watch the starry sky together with the two of them. They could talk about anything else.

"Master. "

Fann Qingsheng had already helped the two of them to prepare the rice. After hearing her master's words, she nodded slightly. "I have already seen it. "

Fan Linglong was extremely embarrassed.

"Besides," Fann Qingsheng added, "last time, I watched it for three hours. "

"Haha!"

Lee Yun could not help but laugh. Three hours meant Fann Qingsheng and Fan Linglong exchanging bodies. After that, Fan Linglong was hugged by Lee Yun for four hours.

Right now, Fan Linglong wanted to find a hole and hide in it!

The safety of Hidden Holy Valley was bullsh * t. Was it more important than losing face in front of Lee Yun and Qingsheng?

She shouldn't have spent so much effort and effort in divining, which resulted in her body becoming weak and weak. She didn't even have the strength to eat.

Furthermore, Lee Yun, this little scoundrel, refused to let her go. He just wanted to see her make a fool of herself. He even smiled and fed her with a spoon!

"Ahh ~ ~ ~"

"Ah, ah, you big head! . . . AHH!"

In the end, Fan Linglong was still unable to convince Lee Yun and was forced to open her mouth and eat. What was detestable was that Little Scoundrel even used rice to fill her mouth like a prank, and her cheeks bulged like a hamster's.

"My Linglong, she's so cute. "

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