Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

[Your brother Tan accepted the fact that his wife was on top of him in 0 seconds and even held her legs up.]

Who could resist hugging this little lion?

[After Tan Suiting finished hugging me, it was my turn.]

[Your Highness, are you going to turn a blind eye to this?]

[I'm going to rewind and edit the video; those legs are amazing, Dragon King!]

Shen Chunri wanted to comfort him but didn't know where to start, so she gesticulated wildly for a while and then gave up.

In the end, Chen Jihe was kept on, and Xie Weixing was also kept on.

The reason is simple: Feng Hua Sect chose Xie Weixing.

Whispers rippled through the waiting area, all accusing the Feng Hua Sect of cheating by helping their disciples.

[Isn't this cheating? He really is a thief stealing the protagonist's luck, how ridiculous!]

[Isn't this how the competition rules are? You didn't say anything when the Dao Asking Sect was choosing Su Boyu.]

[Little Jade Treasure relied on his own strength]

[What strength does a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator have, big brother?]

Shen Chunri puts down the passerby's phone.

[The world's most respectful observation room for Foundation Establishment]

The comments section erupted into another argument, with Xie Weixing still clinging to Tan Suiting, unable to catch his breath.

He's just naturally afraid of these creatures; it's almost become a psychological or physical reaction that he can't control. It's like his fear of heights.

Feng Jilan stretched out his hand on the stage, hesitating to speak, wanting to slap Xie Weixing's bottom twice, but also wanting to pull him off his other disciple first.

Finally, he withdrew his hand.

He closed his eyes, trying to avoid seeing or hearing about it.

The child looks genuinely frightened.

Let them laugh at me if they want; it won't hurt me. I'm too lazy to care.

The waiting area was abuzz with discussion. As Su Boyu watched Xie Weixing tightly embracing the Dragon Prince, she clenched her fists so hard that her nails drew blood from her palms.

That shameless thing, still seducing people everywhere just like before at Qingyu Sect.

"How... how did this end up on His Highness the Crown Prince? This is utterly improper!"

"Exactly, he's the only one who's embarrassed himself, why is he dragging the little prince of the dragon clan along with him?"

"Given Tan Suiting's temperament, it would be good enough if he wasn't stabbed to death with a single sword strike."

"Is it really that light? Everyone knows that the young prince is extremely aloof and arrogant. Apart from those few from the Feng Hua Sect, no one else can catch his eye."

The aloof and arrogant Tan Suiting looked at him with concern in his eyes. Under everyone's gaze, he supported the boy's bottom, making sure he was securely attached to him, and whispered comfortingly, "It's alright. Sleepyhead, it's okay now."

Dear guests awaiting battle: ...

Can we call the police? It seems the Crown Prince of the East Sea Dragon Clan has been controlled by evil magic.

"Wait a minute... I haven't recovered yet," Xie Weixing buried her face in his shoulder, belatedly realizing what she had done. "We lost, didn't we? Damn, that's so damn embarrassing, I want to die."

Teenagers care a lot about their image, especially a top-tier e-sports prodigy like Xie Weixing, who values ​​his image above all else. Back then, just by listening to his voice, people would guess that he was a 1.6-meter-tall, 1000-ton young voice emperor.

Tan Suiting frowned and stopped him, putting her arms around his waist: "No. Don't even think about it."

He lost, so he lost. If he feels he's lost face, he can go and beat up all those disciples of the Tianxuan Sect to vent his anger.

How can you keep talking about life and death?

"I was just saying," Xie Weixing sighed and explained, "Do you really think I could kill myself?"

"oh."

[Sigh, this makes me both angry and amused.]

[Our little lion was so scared his hands were shaking.]

[I feel sorry for you, amused, and annoyed at the same time. Oh well, I won't blame you anymore. Motherly love is great.]

Women's love is also great.

[Hehe, keep spoiling them, keep being a mom of a boy, I'll just sit here and watch you make a fool of yourselves.]

[With thunderous power, protect my heart and soul; those who curse the dragon, count how many fathers and mothers are on your household registration!]

[Oh dear, Kun'er was so frightened that she clung tightly to the dragon's body.]

"Are you two still going to hug?" Shen Chunri's lips twitched as he whispered, "That's enough, isn't it? With so many sect leaders, elders, and disciples here, our Feng Hua Sect is already a laughingstock until the next sect election. You two shouldn't push things any further, okay? We'll be lucky if we don't get beaten to death by our master when we get back..."

The Feng Hua Sect, which had never lost face in years, was completely humiliated in just one afternoon.

Xie Weixing sniffed.

So cool and comfortable.

It turns out I've completely disgraced the sect.

He struggled to get down and leaned against Tan Suiting, his legs still weak.

Looking up from this angle, you can see the Crown Prince's skin hidden under his collar; it's very fair, and there's a light mole near his chin on his neck.

Tan Suiting helped him up, bowing slightly: "Are you standing still?"

[The person who said Xiaolong's personality was too cold and he didn't deserve to be in a position of power, come out here! It turns out it's not that the Dragon Prince can't be gentle, it's that your darling isn't worthy!]

[That made me feel so good, sister!]

[So what if he came out? Did he say something wrong? In the original book, he was just Yu Yu's simp. If he's not a simp, what's the point of living?]

Tan Suiting is the kind of person who's fickle; his affections for anyone seem fake. He's a scumbag.

[No way, as a bystander who doesn't get involved in war, I have to say, this Tan Suiting seems like the kind of person who would kill everyone with a sword because his wife was injured, and then cry until he died holding his wife who only had a scratch.]

[Complete Family Concept 1]

[In that case, you have no reason to live. Since you don't support Long Kun, I'm telling you you can die. Even if you die a gruesome death, you can only watch Long'er and Kun'er be happy. Aren't you angry?]

[The kid doesn't understand, he just loses casually. It's all this damn lizard's fault! Why did you have to grow into a lizard? It's all your fault for bringing this bad luck to our family, you know that?]

[What does this have to do with lizards? You're just a loser.]

[Heh, still complaining and blaming others. He has no real ability, so he blames everything.]

[Oh dear, when you guys are being useless, you blame the plot, the supporting characters, and your luck. But when it comes to yourselves, you stop saying you're trash and just admit it. What are you pretending for? See you tomorrow!]

[My keyboard can't protect my dad anymore, get me a machete, I'll chop you bunch of bastards to death!]

[Holy crap, the warrior is here and I'm crying!]

*

"Give me your birth date and time and I'll go to the temple to ask the abbot to take your picture." Shen Chunri fanned himself with a fan. "Why are you so scared?"

Xie Weixing rolled her eyes: "It's innate. Just like how you're afraid of your senior sister."

Shen Chunri shivered, but still corrected, "Mine is for the day after tomorrow."

"This level of fear is indeed beyond one's control," Yu Xintang said. "You don't need to belittle yourself."

Xie Weixing leaned against Tan Suiting and waved to indicate that he understood.

Nonsense. Even gods have fears. That's normal.

"I'd like to ask," Yu Xintang said, sitting down as if they were old friends, "aren't the direct disciples of your Feng Hua Sect allowed to sleep in late?"

Shen Chunri turned her head: "Sleeping in?"

Tan Suiting looked at him: "How long are you going to keep being lazy?"

"12 o'clock?" Yu Xintang asked tentatively. "10 o'clock is also fine?"