"Master, have you been taken over?"

Ling Qingchen looked at Ning Qingxue tentatively and asked.

Ning Qingxue: "???"

"Then let me tell you something secretly and prove your identity?"

Ning Qingxue stretched out her finger and gently tapped the stone table and asked.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

“This…is not bad.

Master, tell me.”

Ling Qingchen thought for a while, nodded gently and said.

“There is a birthmark on the right side of your butt.

When I was ten years old, I urinated once.

Your cow has…”

"Hey, that's OK, Master!

No need to say any further, no need to say any further!

The disciple knows it’s you, and you know it’s you, you’re not taken away.”

Hearing Ning Qingxue's words become more and more outrageous, Ling Qingchen quickly interrupted.

If Ning Qingxue continues to tell this, his last little secret will probably be exposed.

"There is another one. When you were fifteen years old, you beat me in a shower..."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Besides, it's over!"

Ling Qingchen's face turned red, and he quickly put his fingers in his mouth and said hurriedly.

Why do you say everything out of your own master?

Didn’t you agree to keep it confidential for yourself forever?

After all, I paid the wrong payment!

"I believe my teacher has not been taken over now?"

Ning Qingxue smiled proudly at the corner of her mouth and asked.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

“I believe it.

Master, you should cast a forgetful spell on yourself.

Clear out everything you just said and forget it!

I don’t remember this kind of thing.”

Ling Qingchen nodded quickly and said.

Ning Qingxue: “…”

“No, I am a teacher.

As a teacher, you must remember it until the day you reincarnate.”

Ning Qingxue shook her head and said.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

It's sloppy!

“Hurry and answer the teacher’s questions.

Otherwise, huh, I will tell your junior sister what you did just now.

Let your junior sister know what kind of person you are.”

Ning Qingxue hugged her hands, squinted her eyes, and threatened.

I almost forgot that there was Ling Qingchen's handle in my hands.

Sure enough, no matter how much you say, it is far less useful than mastering the handle.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

"Okay, OK, answer this, answer this.

The girl my disciple likes is a great hero. One day, she will marry me in the seven-colored clouds."

Ling Qingchen looked at the clouds in the sky, and suddenly a look of yearning appeared in his eyes.

Ning Qingxue: "???"

A great hero?

Seven-colored clouds?

This...the seven-color clouds are easy to deal with.

But this great hero is not easy to deal with?

“What else?

Apart from these, there are no other requirements?"

A trace of disbelief flashed in Ning Qingxue's eyes.

My disciple, don't look at his face?

Just a hero with seven-colored clouds, just be fine?

What if this great hero who is straddling the seven-colored clouds is an extremely ugly ugly woman?

Can he accept this?

"Ah? It should be gone, right?

Can you make other requirements?

Then will this requirement be too high?”

A trace of surprise flashed in Ling Qingchen's eyes.

A great hero, the seven-color cloud, isn’t it enough?

"You can take a closer look.

Xiao Chen, the standard you are talking about now is too abstract.

It’s hard to understand as a teacher!

You said it more carefully.

It’s so meticulous, like long hair or short hair, melon-shaped face or bun-shaped face.

This is a need for more details.”

Ning Qingxue said softly.

This standard for a great hero is difficult to define!

It is still a standard for describing appearance, which is easier to define.

"Be more detailed?

That's OK.

Well, first of all, she needs to have long hair.

The disciple thinks that girls will look better if they have long hair.”

Ling Qingchen touched his chin and said softly.

“Hairy?

But my hair isn't long?"

Ning Qingxue touched her hair calmly, and a hint of panic flashed through her heart.

“How much will it grow?”

Ning Qingxue resisted the urge to lift the table up and asked.

“How far has it grown?

At least...it's got to be long and waist-length?"

A very popular sentence on the Internet in Ling Qingchen's previous life suddenly appeared in his mind.

When my hair is as long as my waist, would you please marry me?
To be continued...