Looking at Ning Rongrong's charming smile.
Zhu Zhuqing was curious, and purple light appeared in her eyes to sense her surroundings.
Tilting her head, she asked suspiciously:
"Rongrong, Xiaowu, what is your relationship with Teacher?"
"Hehe..."
Hearing Zhu Zhuqing's admission.
Ning Rongrong immediately lifted the quilt, sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, and placed her hands on her knees.
Looking like an adult and elder, she raised her head and puffed out her chest.
Blushing, she proudly said:
"Zhuqing, come and pay your respects to your teacher-mother."
"What? Teacher-mother!"
Xiaowu jumped up in shock, all sleepiness gone.
The purple light in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes flickered and then went out instantly, her mind somewhat crashing.
This little flat-chested, bean sprout is teacher-mother?
What does she have to rely on?!
"Humph! This young lady is not talking nonsense, Holy Son is my fiancé."
Ning Rongrong snorted proudly.
She directly took out the soul-guided crossbow, waved it in her hand, and said with a smile:
"Zhuqing, this is called a soul-guided crossbow, right?"
"..."
Zhu Zhuqing pursed her red lips, gently clenched her delicate fist, still unable to accept it.
Xiaowu tilted her head and said:
"But I've seen His Highness the Holy Son's fiancée, it's clearly Miss Leng Leng."
"Who said a fiancée can only be one!"
Ning Rongrong turned her head angrily and娇喝, feeling sour and a little aggrieved.
"Ah?"
Xiaowu looked surprised, pondered for a moment, and nodded slightly.
It seemed to make sense.
Zhu Zhuqing pursed her red lips, silent.
She never knew that Teacher actually had two fiancées.
However, Ning Rongrong's words reminded her.
Who said only fiancées can be in love with Teacher?
Thinking of Spirit Vulture Crown and Sister Yin'er and the others.
Zhu Zhuqing calmed down again.
"Haha..."
Ning Rongrong quickly restrained that hint of jealousy and bloomed into a smile again.
Otherwise,
People who didn't know would think she was a disgruntled woman who had fallen out of favor.
Looking at Zhu Zhuqing, she娇俏 said:
"Zhuqing, how is it? Quickly call out 'teacher-mother' for me to hear~"
"I won't."
Zhu Zhuqing frowned and refused very decisively.
"Ah? You, you..."
Ning Rongrong pouted, pointed at Zhu Zhuqing annoyedly, and said气哼哼:
"Humph! It's fine if you don't call me now!"
As soon as she finished speaking.
Ning Rongrong put away the crossbow, turned to look at Xiaowu, and asked:
"Xiaowu, what is your relationship with Holy Son?"
"Ah, me, me?"
Xiaowu clutched the quilt somewhat restrainedly, her status seemed to be the lowest.
Lowering her eyes, her beautiful face flushed red, she said糯糯:
"I, I am a pet rabbit raised by His Highness the Holy Son."
"Ha? Pet, pet?!"
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were both dumbfounded.
This expression
Was similar to Ye Leng Leng's reaction when facing Xiaowu's self-disclosure.
But this time, Xiaowu didn't pull out the chain.
Otherwise, their faces would be even more interesting.
"That's right."
Xiaowu knelt on the bed and nodded gently, adding:
"His Highness the Holy Son has raised me for five years."
Her identity wasn't good.
But she spent a lot of time with His Highness the Holy Son! His Highness the Holy Son even helped her bathe.
Or rather, they bathed together.
Thinking of Qian Renxue's appearance, Xiaowu touched her feverish琼鼻 shamefully.
"How could Holy Son take people as pets?"
Ning Rongrong frowned, not believing that Qian Renxue would have such a癖好.
Zhu Zhuqing was the same.
But Xiaowu's appearance didn't look like she was lying at all.
Five years?
How did she spend those five years?
Soon.
Ning Rongrong temporarily put these aside, she believed her Holy Son wasn't a bad person.
She raised her head and puffed out her chest towards Xiaowu, a little 指使.
"Then, then since you are a pet, shouldn't you call me mistress..."
"..."
Xiaowu hesitated for a moment, glanced at Zhu Zhuqing, and followed suit.
She shook her head at Ning Rongrong.
"I won't!"
"Ah, you must have been lying just now!"
Having not been satisfied twice in a row, Ning Rongrong was a little annoyed.
What's more.
Xiaowu was willing to call the Ye family girl 'Miss Leng Leng'.
But she had no respect for her!
Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth气哼哼 and patted the quilt on the bed unhappily.
"I didn't lie! His Highness even gave me a bath."
Xiaowu blushed and said to prove herself.
"Ah?!"
Ning Rongrong stopped her movements and stared blankly at Xiaowu.
"This, how is this possible?"
"Anyway, I didn't lie, Spirit Vulture Crown and Little Grass all know."
Xiaowu pouted and said气哼哼.
"..."
Hearing the words Spirit Vulture, Little Grass and the like.
Zhu Zhuqing was no longer 木鸡, and she already believed eight points of Xiaowu's words.
Instead, her face began to turn red, and she raised her hand to support巨喵.
Lowering her eyes and thinking.
Teacher helping with bathing...
How can I get such a reward?
Zhu Zhuqing quickly shook her head, expelling those improper thoughts.
She glanced at the sky outside.
Not wanting to delay any longer, she said softly:
"Let's get along as classmates, at least here."
"Don't worry, I still have a mission to do!"
Xiaowu nodded immediately.
Ning Rongrong naturally wouldn't ruin Qian Renxue's affairs, and also nodded in agreement.
"Then I'll go cultivate first, you guys hurry up and wash up."
After Zhu Zhuqing finished speaking.
She walked towards the door, taking advantage of the purple energy not dissipating, cultivating Purple Demon Eye.
Climbing onto the roof, Zhu Zhuqing faced the eastern horizon.
Pursing her red lips
What if she's teacher-mother?
Spirit Vulture Crown and the others are role models!
Her current capital is enough to shake Teacher's heart.
Teacher can't resist her Q弹.
She has tried it!
The brief exchange between the three girls made their relationship much closer.
After all, they were all her own people.
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On the other side.
Tang San didn't close his eyes all night.
He got up early but didn't cultivate Purple Demon Eye.
Instead, with bloodshot eyes, he came near Zhu Zhuqing's dormitory.
To demand an explanation.
But when he found it, there was no one in the room at all, not even a bed.
"Damn it! Where is she?!"
"Did Oscar lie to me? No, did I go to the wrong place!"
Bang——!
Tang San's fist slammed on the door panel.
Zhu Zhuqing's appearance made him suspicious and confused.
After searching for another half an hour.
Tang San finally gave up temporarily, planning to see the injured Xiaowu yesterday.
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Wuhun City, in the room.
Qian Renxue forcibly left the long-lost pillow to accompany her to rest more.
Until the sun rose.
Bibidong cultivated Purple Demon Eye and returned to the room.
Qian Renxue raised her head from that embrace and poked her pretty face out of the quilt.
"Mom~ How about Xue'er helping you comb your hair?"
"Then hurry up."
Bibidong nodded with a smile.
"Okay~ I'll come right away!"
Qian Renxue quickly lifted the quilt, snow-white纱, jade feet lightly raised.
Lowering her eyes and playfully stepping on that solid embrace.
"Uh..."
Bringing up two muffled groans.
Qian Renxue sat on the edge of the bed with a smile, put on her shoes, and walked towards Bibidong.
She softly urged:
"You should get up soon too, don't sleep in every day! You're still Holy Son after all~"
I wish you all a happy life!
