Luo Boxiang was holding a few photos in his hand, and there was no fluctuation on his face, but the calmer he was at this moment, the more likely he was to be in a greater anger. Luo Fu is the old housekeeper of the Luo family. It can be said that he grew up with Luo Boxiang. Even when he saw the photo, he felt a sense of resentment from the bottom of his heart. What kind of man is worthy of holding our Miss Luo family's hand?

Luo Fu remembered clearly that a boy once stopped Luo Zijin at the school gate and wanted to tease him. He touched Luo Zijin's hand, but he was pulled into the alley and cut off the hand. No one dared to touch a hair of the little princess of the Luo family. Who is this boy?

"Dad, I'm back." Before Luo Zijin arrived, a cheerful voice had already been heard in. It was obvious that Luo Zijin was in high spirits today. If it were normal, she might not have spoken even if she came in.

Luo Boxiang tore the photo a few times without showing any expression and threw it into the trash can under the table. At this time, Luo Zijin had already walked in. Luo Boxiang smiled and said, "Zi Jin, what's going on today, so happy?"

"Our class won a great victory in the department's football match and played 9 to zero!" Luo Zijin said happily, but when she spoke, she blushed in her pretty face, and she didn't even realize it.

"Oh? Did Song Lin score a goal?" Luo Boxiang asked with a smile, as if he had never seen the photo just now. However, Luo Fu was thinking, it seemed that the master was going to get angry.

"Yes, he's amazing! Six of the nine goals were scored by him, and three of them were also assists by him. I think he can actually win all of them..." Luo Zijin said that Song Linlai couldn't help but reveal his legs, obviously his eyes were shining, as if she was the one who scored the goal.

"Is that so? Haha..." Luo Boxiang also raised his eyebrows, as if he could empathize with his daughter's happiness. Suddenly, Luo Boxiang turned his mind: "Zi Jin, my father originally promised to accompany you to the calligraphy and painting exhibition in the Hanqingtang tomorrow afternoon, but my father couldn't get out of it. Why don't you invite Song Lin to accompany you?"

"Ah..." Luo Zijin was very regretful, but when she heard Luo Boxiang's last sentence, her eyes lit up. Is this my father acquiesced to her relationship with Song Lin? The Hanqingtang is the number one cultural base in Dayu City, a paradise for calligraphy and painting enthusiasts, and many calligraphy and painting masters like to go there to exchange their experiences. Luo Boxiang likes calligraphy the most, and Luo Zijin is also deeply influenced by his father. Originally, Luo Boxiang accompanied Luo Zijin to visit the calligraphy and painting exhibition, but now since Luo Boxiang took the initiative to ask Song Lin to go, Luo Zijin naturally would not refuse.

But in a deeper sense, Luo Zijin believes that this is probably because his father wants to show Song Lin to his friends. You should know that Luo Boxiang is also well-known in the Hall of History. He has mastered the essence of Yan style, is upright, beautiful, and has a strong momentum. Almost everyone who often mingles with drought knows Luo Boxiang's name, and of course he also knows Luo Zijin. If Song Lin goes, he will inevitably be rated by a group of old men, and the news will inevitably be fed back to his father.

I hope Song Lin can be recognized by his father. This is Luo Zijin's idea. Although Luo Zijin wanted to take Song Lin there, he still showed the reserve of a lady and said, "This is not suitable, right?"

"It's okay. Since you are friends, he should have something to do with your hobbies." Luo Boxiang said with a smile, and Luo Zijin didn't say anything else. Her father's words came to her heart. Of course, she also hoped that Song Lin had the same hobbies as her, or at least partially overlapped.

When Luo Zijin left, the butler Luo Fu was still surprised. Why did the master change his sex today? He actually agreed to Luo Zijin get along with a boy? This is not the master's usual style!

"Luo Fu, if this boy comes into contact with Zi Jin in the future, there is no need to follow him deliberately." Luo Boxiang smiled slightly: "Zi Jin will make his own choice."

"Master..." Luo Fu was a little reluctant because he didn't see from the photo that man was good.

"Didn't you notice that Zi Jin's face and physique are much better?" Luo Boxiang's face was filled with a gloss of happiness: "After Zi Jin took the Changshou Drink, his condition has improved significantly. If she can save her life, no one will be more qualified to be with Zi Jin than him..."

"Yes..." Luo Fu lowered his head, but was extremely shocked. Is the young man in the photo just now the one who made the longevity drink? If this is true, then no one is more qualified to fall in love with Zijin than him.

"But whether they can go to the end depends on their own grasp." Luo Boxiang shook his head with a smile on his face: "For children, it's up to the children to decide their own affairs..."

Let’s talk about when Song Lin lay back on the bed at night, his first magic pill had been refined by Feng Yue. Song Lin entered Duhe Hell and saw Feng Yue leaning lightly on the outer flame of the black flame demon flame, just like a soft sofa bed.

Although she looks twelve or thirteen years old and has a baby face, her petite figure has graceful curves, especially the proportion between her waist and hips. Her thin waist seems to be able to pinch her hands, but her waist and hips are round and plump, as if they are as round as peaches.

The pure black silk skirt perfectly outlines the outline of her figure. Her pair of naked feet, pink and jade-carved, and black imitation juice was painted on her toes like cardamom, making her look even more delicate and beautiful feet look like silver and snow.

The smile on the little face as delicate as a porcelain doll, the pure and unique temperament mixed with evil spirit made her look quite charming. In the palm of the little witch's hand, a pure black hexagonal pill was wrapped in the virtual flame.

This pill is so black that it seems like there is a mysterious world hidden in it, which makes people feel mysterious the more they look at it. It is exactly what Feng Yue said about the holy product of demon cultivator - the Yimo Pill.

Feng Yue glanced at Song Lin with charming eyes. She had already had a charming charm at such a young age. With a light finger on her little hand, the magic-enhancing pill flew towards Song Lin like a meteor.

Song Lin reached out and grabbed the magic pill in his hand. He suddenly felt that the magic pill was extraordinary, and it was trembling like life. This feeling was like holding a heart that could still be beating. Of course, this tremor was irregular. Strictly speaking, it seemed that there was some living body in a thin film that was desperately trying to struggle. But Song Lin observed carefully and found that there was an unparalleled energy, pure energy.

Song Lin could feel that this power was exactly what he needed. Just absorbing the energy from this magic pill would be enough to make Song Lin's cultivation jump into a higher level! [Tomorrow's outbreak pre-order vote]
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