Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

Chapter 1562 Playing with the palms

Feng Lin tilted his head and glanced at Su Zishu. His father killed her family.

If she likes it, it's all ghosts.

Of course, even if she wanted to marry, Feng Lin didn't want it.

What if after a few years, Dad gets old and needs someone to take care of him.

What if she secretly drugged her father when she was not around?
"Little kid, get out! I want to rest!"

Su Zishu pointed at Zhuang Yike and shouted, "If you don't leave, I'll let Chai Kang come over to invite you!"

Just as Zhuang Yike was about to speak, a ninth-level aura appeared at the door.

All three looked over and found that the person who came was not Chai Kang, but Zhuang Ji.

"Uncle! Why are you in the mood to come here?" Zhuang Yike asked strangely.

"Feng Lin, come with me."

Zhuang Ji glanced at Feng Lin, then turned and left.

Feng Lin yawned and got up from the bed, wondering what Zhuang Ji wanted from him.

He felt that it was probably about Zhuang Qingyan's purse.

Only Zhuang Yike and Su Zishu are left here.

Su Zishu lay down again, what happened last night was still lingering.

Especially Feng Lin stepped into that poisonous mist for her sake.

She also inhaled it herself, but she only took two sips, and immediately covered her mouth and nose.

Even so, the irritating toxin was circling in her mind, making life worse than death.

For her sake, Feng Lin took five big mouthfuls.

"Sister! I like to pull red lines. I'll chase Feng Lin for you, okay?"

Zhuang Yike came to Su Zishu with a smile, his eyes flickered, full of cunning.

"Shut up! I don't like him!"

Su Zishu thought that he was Feng Chen's son and also his enemy.

"I don't believe it. Master has vacated a palace for you. If you don't sleep there, why do you come here?"

Zhuang Yike laughed.

"I... I'm just because my bedding is here, I'm hurt, and I'm too lazy to take it."

Su Zishu turned sideways to the wall, "Don't bother me!"

Zhuang Yike stuck out his tongue, turned and ran out.

Feng Lin followed Zhuang Ji to the downstream of the creek in Houshan.

Here is a small house built of wood.

In front of the house is a rocking chair made of bamboo.

When Feng Lin came here, Zhuang Ji was already lying on the chair.

"What's the matter with calling me here?" Feng Lin asked with his trouser pocket in his pocket.

"What's the relationship between you and Zhuang Qingyan?"

Zhuang Ji gently rocked the rocking chair.

"If you really want to say it, I'm her savior. I helped her lure away the Yin-Yang Crusaders and helped her escape."

Feng Lin paused, "She and my mother seem to know each other."

"Your mother? What's her name?" Zhuang Ji looked at Feng Lin coldly.

"It should be considered a big man, there is no need to tell you, I know nothing about you."

Feng Lin shrugged, "Senior, what's the matter? Go to bed without me."

"I want to make a deal with you."

Zhuang Ji closed his eyes again, and murmured in a low voice, "Your reason for coming here, like Su Zishu, is for the inheritance of our sect, right?"

"You misunderstood, I am not."

Feng Lin said with a smile, "However, I rescued Su Zishu last night and heard about the inheritance from her."

"I don't care if what you say is true or false, I will make a deal with you."

Zhuang Ji raised his hand to the sky, and he clenched it into a fist, "You help me destroy the Wanyao Gate, and I will pass it on to you."

Feng Lin stared at Zhuang Ji, but didn't answer right away.

He originally planned to destroy the Wan Yao Sect, so it would be great to have one more inheritance.

"I heard from Su Zishu that you and Zhuang are fine, but you don't know the inheritance."

Feng Lin showed a faint smile.

"Do you think I'm a fool who would tell the inheritance to the Yin-Yang Crusaders who will destroy us?"

Zhuang Ji's eyes were gloomy.

Feng Lin rubbed his chin in thought.

Seeing that Feng Lin hadn't spoken, Zhuang Ji continued, "You still need to think? The Wanyaomen provoked Su Zishu, and you saved her. Using her power to destroy the Wanyaomen, it's easy."

"Hehe, but Su Zishu decided to take revenge on his own, and he doesn't plan to use the power behind him."

Feng Lin explained with a smile.

"This……"

Zhuang Ji did not expect that this Su Zishu could be considered a character.

"Senior, don't worry, I will help you destroy the Wan Yao Sect, but, use my own strength."

Feng Lin smiled and shook his fist, "It shouldn't take too long."

Zhuang Ji looked at Feng Lin's confident smile, and thought that he could rescue Su Zishu from She Sen.

Definitely not a simple person.

"Who are you?" Zhuang Ji asked in a deep voice.

"Just an ordinary descendant of Yanhuang."

Feng Lin spread his arms.

"Yes! If the transaction is successful, I will pass it on to you when the Wanyao Sect is destroyed. How far you can comprehend it depends on yourself."

After Zhuang Ji finished speaking, he looked at Zhuang Yeke who was running in the distance, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

"Feng Lin! Su Zishu asked me to give you a sentence."

Zhuang Yike ran over quickly, came to Feng Lin and whispered, "She said, she likes you, and thought your posture of saving her last night was very handsome."

Hearing this, Feng Lin laughed dumbly.

This little brat is obviously talking nonsense, the gesture of saving her last night...

Body check?

"What are you laughing at? Really, I didn't lie to you."

Zhuang Yike looked up at Feng Lin, his big eyes flickering.

"I trust you, but I don't like her."

After Feng Lin finished speaking, he went back.

Zhuang Yike was a little confused, what happened to Feng Lin?Shouldn't he be jumping for joy?

Doesn't he like Su Zishu's type?

Zhuang Yike's cheeks suddenly turned red. Speaking of which, Su Zishu scolded her just now, and Feng Lin helped her.

Could it be that he likes himself! ?
Zhuang Yike shook her head vigorously, she quickly followed Feng Lin, and decided to ask clearly.

Feng Lin has returned to his own slate.

Su Zishu was naturally not asleep, but she didn't know what to say to Feng Lin, so she could only lie down and pretend to be asleep.

Feng Lin was really tired. He woke up and had to go out to fight, so he prepared to rest.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Zhuang Yike followed, grabbing his ponytail and sweeping it across Feng Lin's face.

"Fuck! Auntie, are you endless? I was injured and need to rest."

Feng Lin said helplessly.

"I... I'll just ask a question."

Zhuang Yike stroked his ponytail, "Feng Lin, what type of woman do you like?"

Hearing this question, Su Zishu beside him also pricked up his ears to eavesdrop.

"I like the very big..."

When Feng Lin said this, he suddenly stopped, and Su Zishu was beside him.

She said so, what should she do if she misunderstood?
Su Zishu really misunderstood. Hearing this, she also felt her heart beating faster and her face getting hot.

Is this bastard Feng Lin hinting at himself?

"Ahem! I just like the feeling of playing with the palm of my hand."

Feng Lin raised his hands, like holding a big watermelon, and rubbed them out of thin air.

Su Zishu frowned, thinking in his heart.

stock palm?

share?
Did he mean...ass?
Su Zishu's pretty face flushed instantly, "Shameless!"

She turned around flamboyantly, jumped into the air, and punched Feng Lin in the stomach.

"Fuck!"

Feng Lin bounced on the slate and shouted angrily, "Why did you hit me? I didn't mention you. Although yours is okay, it's not too big."

(End of this chapter)