1364: C1364 Horrifying Dimensional Strike

C1364 Horrifying Dimensional Strike

Aa Qing was completely dumbfounded and her expression became wooden.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I going to do?

Right, I am here to become my master.

No, I'm just an accessory, a non-essential gift.

She was once full of confidence, happy, and excited that she had finally stepped onto the path of cultivation that she had dreamed of.

After that, she was struck by Chen Feng and Xuan Yuzi. Fortunately, under their comforting words, she regained her confidence.

Now, there was no one who could save her.

When she first entered the Immortal Dao, she had already suffered the most terrifying blow in history.

Forget it, forget it, the world of Immortals was too dangerous.

Since there was such a huge gap between her and Chen Feng, what was the point of cultivating?

In any case, no matter how much she cultivated, it would only serve as a foil, right?

She might as well go home and be a carefree little girl to accompany her parents.

Then find a good man to marry, give birth to a family of babies, and then spend the rest of his life in solitude.

However, even if she consoled herself like this, she still felt somewhat unwilling in her heart.

Why did it become like this?

Two Immortals were clearly fighting to take her as their disciple, so it should be double the happiness.

Why was she not happy now, but in pain instead?

"I can only accept City Lord's good intentions. I think you should understand what I mean."

Chen Feng did not notice Aa Qing's psychological activity and said to Xue Yueqing with a smile.

"I have seen a person before. She is as beautiful as you and her name is the same as yours. Her name is Ming Yueqing."

Xue Yueqing frowned slightly, not understanding why Chen Feng said this.

Alright, she is as beautiful as you and her name is the same. What happened after that? What did it have to do with this?

Chen Feng continued to smile and said, "She has a disciple, and she is also very beautiful. In terms of character, she is very different from you. On the contrary, her disciple is very similar to you."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Xue Yueqing frowned slightly and asked.

"Nothing special." Chen Feng smiled and shook his head. "I just remembered that I haven't seen them for a long time. I don't know how they are now."

Xue Yueqing could not help but be speechless. She said unhappily, "You know them and me. Maybe you can introduce us in the future."

"There will be a long time. There will be a chance." Chen Feng smiled and nodded. "When I mention them, I actually have the intention of being friends with you. Of course, don't force me to be your junior brother."

Friends? Xue Yueqing's eyes twitched a few times. She looked at Chen Feng with disdain.

In her opinion, no matter how good Chen Feng's talent was, he was just an outsider.2

Not willing to be her junior brother meant that Chen Feng still attached more importance to the major path of Xuanqing Sect and disdained a small path like hers.

If that was all, it would be fine. It was only human nature and nothing was wrong with it.

But at the same time, not only did he not want to be her junior brother, he also wanted to be friends with her. This was naturally because of her beautiful appearance, and he wanted to develop a relationship with her.

Ah, this plan was really good. It made her involuntarily start to doubt Chen Feng's character.

"The way City Lord looked at me seems to have changed again." Chen Feng couldn't help but laugh and shake his head.

"Forget it. If I have the chance to introduce you guys in the future, the same name is also a kind of fate. You guys should be able to become friends."

"As for me, I'm sure City Lord isn't interested in me, so I won't try to befriend him."

Xue Yueqing could not tell whether Chen Feng was playing cat and mouse, and thus began to doubt the authenticity of the master and disciple.

She wasn't surprised that there was a cultivator with the same name, but it was a little strange that Chen Feng knew such a cultivator.

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