"Why don't everyone join us?"

I also want to see what it is, which has caused my daughter to regress."

The middle-aged man in green spoke up and suggested.

Xiao Miaomiao: “…”

Hello! Can you ask for my opinion?

I was taking a shower inside the house, and a bunch of you were standing outside the house?

This is very embarrassing!

"Go, Miaomiao, try it.

We were guarding outside the door.

Whenever there is a situation, you can say hello.

We will rush into the room to rescue you immediately.”

The middle-aged man in green waved his hand at Xiao Miaomiao and encouraged him.

Xiao Miaomiao: "???"

If you do this, I will not dare to scream even if I have any problems?

A bunch of people came in to see me as if I was not wearing any clothes?

"No need to have so many people, right?

It should be nothing big.

If I wanted to take over the body, I would have been taken over long ago.

It is absolutely impossible to wait until now."

Xiao Miaomiao said with an embarrassing but polite smile.

"I'll protect the Dharma!

Just go and rest.

Especially Xiao Chen, you.

You must be exhausted today?

Have a good rest and don't act rashly."

Ning Qingxue looked at Ling Qingchen meaningfully and said.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

I'm not tired! I'm not tired at all!

I am very energetic! I also want to protect the Dharma!

"Then I'll bother you, senior.

Dad, Uncle Ling, and Xiao Chen?

You just sit next to you and rest.

Just have a senior who can help me protect the Dharma."

Xiao Miaomiao bowed to Ning Qingxue and said softly.

Ning Qingxue: "???"

You also called Xiao Chen?

"Don't be so disgusting.

Just call him Qingchen.”

Ning Qingxue said softly.

Ling Qingchen: "????"

Ah this...

Your call is even more exaggerated!

Xiao Miaomiao: “…”

This... why are you calling Xiaochen gone?

I'm just calling me and seeing you?

“Okay OK.”

Xiao Miaomiao nodded obediently.

"There are seats there, go and sit there and wait!"

Ning Qingxue bounced her fingers and the stone table and stone chairs that were originally placed in the middle of the yard.

It was suddenly as if it was hit like a car accident.

From the center of the yard, he was pushed directly to the edge of the fence of the yard.

Ling Jueding: "..."

Middle-aged man in green: "..."

Ling Qingchen: "..."

That's my fiancée!

There is no need to be guarding me like a thief, right?

It’s ridiculous that I push the table and chair so far!

"I had long wanted to change the stone tables and chairs in the yard to the other side.

But I can't move, this time it's just right."

Ling Jueding smiled happily and said.

It seems that I am very satisfied with Ning Qingxue's operation.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

If you lie, can't you find a better reason?

What can't move?

How heavy is this stone table and chair?

Ordinary people can move, let alone you are still a cultivator?

"The scenery on the other side of the fence is indeed much better than the center of this yard!

Hey, I seem to see plum blossoms, let's go!

Let’s go over and have a look together!”

The middle-aged man in green also showed a look of yearning and urged softly.

Ling Qingchen: "????"

Can there be plum blossoms in the corner of the wall?

You have also started lying and not drafting?

Wait, plum blossoms in the corner?

Oh, isn’t this opportunity to play against the pretense?

It is time to show off in front of your fiancée, give it a clear impression and prove yourself.

So she wouldn't always feel like a waste!

I have to make her look at her with admiration.

"Looking at the plum blossoms in the corner of the wall, I suddenly felt something and wanted to recite a poem.

Several plum branches in the corner of the wall, Linghan bloomed alone, far away..."

"Let's go, let's go in!"

Before Ling Qingchen could finish reading Ling Qingchen's poem, Ning Qingxue had already taken Xiao Miaomiao's hand.

Pull Xiao Miaomiao into the room.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

I haven't finished reading the poem yet!

Just...left?

I finally found a place where I can apply the poems I recite. Is it easy for me?

Don’t you give me a chance to finish reading the poem?
To be continued...