Destiny Blessed Girl

Chapter 1000 What a White Lotus
Seeing that Wu Xiaoyue had run away, Huaiying was relieved, so that she could be alone with Qian Zhenjun.

Huaiying ran back excitedly, went upstairs, and saw Qian Zhenjun standing outside a box from a distance, looking straight into the box, although he had tried his best to suppress his emotions, but the indelible emotion in his eyes still made him Huaiying could see clearly.

Huaiying seemed to have been poured a basin of ice water, which made her feel cold from head to toe.

She walked over step by step, suppressing the surging anger in her heart, and wanted to see which vixen it was that seduced Qian Zhenjun's soul.

She was still several feet away from the private room, and suddenly a person came out of the private room, it was none other than the Ouyang Zhian she was familiar with, and Qian Zhenjun's eyes were always on Ouyang Zhian, especially when Ouyang Zhian left When approaching Zhenjun Qian, the joy in Qianzhenjun's eyes could not be hidden no matter what.

is her?

Is it her?

But she obviously has a husband and a daughter, so how can she seduce Qian Zhenjun again?Shameless!

Feeling Huaiying's burning gaze, Gu Zhian turned his head and glanced at her, ignored her, looked at Qian Shanxue, smiled and said, "Friend Qian, we meet again."

Sensing the change in Gu Zhian's breath, Qian Shanxue said with a smile, "Yes! We met again. We met here for the first time. I haven't congratulated you on being promoted to Nascent Soul yet."

Gu Zhian smiled, "It's just a fluke!"

Qian Shanxue cherished the opportunity for the two of them to talk alone, and hurried to find a topic, "Are you here for the ancient spirit treasure?"

Gu Zhian nodded, "Come and see, if you agree, maybe you will compete for it."

Qian Shanxue had seen what Gu Zhian called competition, and couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart, it seemed that he was going to return empty-handed again today.

The two chatted by themselves, completely ignoring Huaiying's existence, which made Huaiying very upset. She took two steps forward, forced a smirk, and said to Gu Zhi'an, "Congratulations to Elder Ouyang for being promoted, why don't you see Elder Chu together?" Come here? In the past, your husband and wife were a couple, and I don't know how many people you envy." She said while looking at Qian Shanxue's expression, and she saw a flash of sadness in Qian Shanxue's eyes.

Gu Zhian glanced sideways at Huaiying, thinking of what Sidong said earlier, he didn't like Huaiying no matter what.Originally, she was kicked out of Fanjianzong, as long as she didn't come to provoke her, she wouldn't make it difficult for a junior, but she just wanted to go up and talk in a weird way, so don't blame her for not leaving her this junior. face.

"Sidong expelled you from Fanjianzong when he said that your mind is not right and not suitable for cultivation. I didn't believe it at the time. Now it seems that what Sidong said is really true."

Huaiying didn't expect that Gu Zhi'an would say this in front of Qian Shanxue, and she felt a little regretful, she shouldn't have been impulsive just now.

"Elder Ouyang was joking. I was not expelled from Fanjianzong. I asked myself to come down the mountain. After all, I am a mutated ice spirit root. No one in Fanjianzong can guide me in cultivation. I know everyone hates me. This matter, but I can't do anything about it, I promised my parents that I will not waste my time and waste my aptitude of ice spirit root."

Tsk tsk - Gu Zhian wanted to applaud her, what a beautiful green tea green lotus.

Gu Zhian looked at Qian Shanxue with a half-smile, "You Seven Star Sect are really lucky to have such a white lotus, congratulations!"

Qian Shanxue's complexion is very bad, he has lived for hundreds of years, how can he not see Huaiying's tricks, originally for the sake of his uncle's affection, he promised to bring her to see the world, but when he saw her obedient and obedient earlier, I thought it was a good one, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be something like this.

　Still writing. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)