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What Mu Qing didn't say was that when she came to live in Wang Xia's house when she was young, she would rely on her seniority to steal from her.

Later on, when she grew up, Wang Xia restrained herself on the surface, but she still tried to rob Mu Qing of her family resources in secret.

”Aiya, isn't this sister Mu Qing!? This is? ” Wang Xia also walked over when she saw Mu Qing. The person she was referring to was Jiang Feng.

”This is Jiang Feng, my colleague!” Mu Qing frowned.

Wang Xia sized up Jiang Feng and said, ”He looks quite handsome. I wonder if Teacher Jiang is currently a middle-level or high-level teacher?!”

”Teacher Jiang is neither a high level teacher nor a low level teacher! Let's go sit over there. ” As Mu Qing spoke, she pulled Jiang Feng and prepared to leave.

Wang Xia looked at Jiang Feng with much more fervor than before and said, ”Aiya, who would've thought that Teacher Jiang would become an honorary teacher at such a young age! ”I have always deeply admired and admired teacher …”

”Stop, stop, stop!” Jiang Feng interrupted Wang Xia. He could also tell that Mu Qing and Wang Xia's relationship wasn't that much better than Sikong Da and Sikong Hua. He said, ”I'm just a low-level teacher!”

Wang Xia, who was trying to curry favor with Jiang Feng, immediately chilled. She did not even look at Jiang Feng and said to Mu Qing, ”My good little sister, didn't you say that the person you like must be an unparalleled hero? ”Why are you messing with this guy now!”

”You don't need to care about my matters!” Mu Qing's face darkened.

”Heehee!” Wang Xia shamelessly smiled and waved at a young man, who was walking over.

The young man was 1.8 meters tall and was dressed extravagantly. The folding fan in his hand was no ordinary item.

Wang Xia introduced, ”Sister Mu Qing is my friend, called Zhou Quanzi. My family has a Spirit Stone business, and I have already cultivated to the 5th Heavenly Layer.”

From the inside, Wang Xia was showing off to Mu Qing on how much better her companion was compared to Mu Qing.

Mu Qing didn't want to argue with Wang Xia, so she ignored Zhou Jing and dragged Jiang Feng to another part of the pavilion.

Behind him, Wang Xia's voice could be heard, ”Little Sister Mu Qing, even if you can't find the supreme hero, you have to find one that can support you! A low-level teacher is truly laughable! ”

Truly, Uncle Zhen could tolerate it, but Aunt really could not!

Jiang Feng halted his steps. I am a dignified seventh heaven cultivator. How can a person who just won the three stone pillar prize a few days ago be unhappy with a small fry like you?

However, the moment Jiang Feng stopped, the force that came from the crook of Mu Qing's arm became even stronger.

Mu Qing, who was so angry that his face was swollen, shook her head with great difficulty at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng didn't understand. Mu Qing wasn't someone to be easily bullied, but she was still obediently pulled away. She said as she walked, ”I'll give her this chance. If she dares to ruin my date again, I won't forgive her!”

”Who's dating you!” Mu Qing said in displeasure.

After speaking, the two of them walked into the path of love within the Painting Pavilion.

Jiang Feng raised his arm that Mu Qing was holding and said, ”It's already been so tight, why aren't you calling it a date!”

”You, you scoundrel!” Mu Qing quickly dismissed Jiang Feng and turned her head to the side.

Jiang Feng pointed at a painting beside him and said, ”Teacher Mu, look!”

Mu Qing's face flushed in embarrassment.

It turned out that before entering the love road, Jiang Feng had used bad methods and threw thirty gold coins into the cash box. Now, all the landscape paintings, landscapes, portraits, were all replaced with sketches of Jiang Feng and Mu Qing by the painter.

He didn't know if the heavens were trying to make a beauty out of it or if it was the work of a painter, but a light breeze was blowing along the road.

One by one, the paintings began to make sounds. Mu Qing's hair was fluttering in the wind. The gentle path made it hard for people to distinguish between which one was in the painting and which was themselves.

”Teacher Mu, are you willing …” Jiang Feng grabbed Mu Qing's hands and held them in front of his chest.