1406: One must keep a low profile

One must keep a low profile

"Yes, red braised meat, roasted chicken legs. Anyway, it's just this type." Ling Chuxi and Ling Wushang had only been together for a few days, so who knew what he liked to eat? anyway, she would just say it according to her own preferences.1

"Oh, red braised pork and roasted chicken leg. I love them too. Brother Wushang and I are a perfect match." Meng Luo said with a sweet smile.

"Pfft ..." Ling Chuxi spurted out a mouthful of tea. LAN Xinyu, who was sitting beside Ling Chuxi, quickly moved to the side in disgust. What a close call, her spittle almost sprayed on Ling Chuxi's face.

"What's wrong?" Meng Luo's eyes widened as she looked at Ling Chuxi innocently.

"No, nothing." The corners of Ling Chuxi's mouth twitched and she forced a smile.

"By the way, what does big brother Wushang like to do?" Meng Luo asked in a sweet voice.

"Usually, I just cultivate, play the zither, write poems, and so on." Ling Chuxi began to spout nonsense. What was there to play the zither for? what was there to write poems for? she was spouting nonsense. Let's see what the little loli was going to say.

"Ah, I also like playing the zither and writing poems. When I get together with brother Wushang, I'm sure I won't be bored anymore." The little loli held her chin with both hands, and her eyes began to shine again.

Ling Chuxi was speechless. The little loli's skin was really thick. Who was the one lying through his teeth? She was a little loli.

"By the way, what do you think I should name my child with brother Wushang?" Meng Luo said longingly, as if she was sleepwalking.

"Pfft ..." Ling Chuxi spat out another mouthful of tea. Her thoughts were jumping too fast. She was even thinking about the name of her future child.

He had long known that Meng Luo was tough enough, but now he knew that there was no end to being tough. It could continuously refresh Ling Chuxi's bottom line.

Fortunately, he had quickly slipped away and returned to women's clothing, otherwise he would have been forced to hit the wall sooner or later. Ling Chuxi rejoiced in her heart.

Seeing Ling Yichen and the others looking at her with strange eyes, Ling Chuxi's expression became unnatural. She really did not know how to explain this misunderstanding.

"Well, Meng Luo, about my big brother, should we talk about it another time? it's not convenient to talk about it with so many people here." Ling Chuxi interrupted the little girl's ramblings and said.

"Oh, oh, alright." Meng Luo looked at the crowd and lowered her head shyly.

At this moment, the voice of a xuanjian sect disciple could be heard from outside the door,""Lord sect master has arrived."

Ling Yichen and the others retracted their gazes and stood up. Ling Chuxi also finally heaved a sigh of relief and freed herself from the awkwardness.

A middle-aged man in a dark green robe walked into the hall. He was the sect leader of xuanjian sect. He was not tall and his eyes were calm. He looked very ordinary.

However, Ling Chuxi knew that how could the sect leader of the xuanjian sect be an ordinary person? It was obvious that his strength had already reached the realm of returning to true. He was like a peerless ancient sword that had its sharp edge hidden in its scabbard, its brilliance restrained.

"You must be the sect master of the Golden core sect. I am ye Xuanfu, the sect master of the xuanjian sect." The middle-aged man looked around and finally stopped at Ling Chuxi. He smiled and said this without any arrogance, giving off a very friendly feeling.

Ling Chuxi secretly admired him. What was an expert? this was a true expert. She had already met three of the sect leaders of the five great sects. No matter if it was Duan qingchen of the Empyrean terminus sect, bi xuanshan of the flowing cloud sect, or ye Xuanfu, all of them were similarly low-profile and kept a low profile. They were unlike the sect leaders of small sects like Wei Zhixuan, who thought that they had their eyes on the top of their heads. However, in the end, all of them were struck by lightning.

Low-key, as expected, one should be low-key.

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