Chapter 273 (1/2)

Kong Ling Zong Ling Quan Feng.

Lingquan peak may not be the most energetic peak in the ethereal sect, but it is the most beautiful.

Lingquan peak spring waterfall spreads the mountain, squirrels Jump among the trees, and Linglu jumps among the streams and springs.

In the book, Mo Li knew the name of his own Lingquan peak and once dreamed of playing with his favorite sister Lin.

But because of his own body, Moli knew that all this was impossible for him.

But now, sister Lin is really by her side. When her little dream came true, it seems to be a little illusory.

But even if today's dream comes true, the girl lowers her head and doesn't dare to say anything more.

In this girl's heart, as if full of guilt.

Originally, there was a married sister Chen at the beginning, but on the way, the married sister Chen was taken away by an owl.

With her head down, she walked beside Qingwan's sister. The girl Qian held her skirt tightly and wanted to say something, but she was afraid.

”Cluck...”

Just as the two girls kept walking along the fragile stream, the girl gave out a crisp and sweet laugh around Mo Li.

”Sister Qingwan...”

Muri, whose cheeks were redder, shouted in a low voice, but he didn't know what to say next.

”Sorry, sorry.”

Gently wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. Lin Qingwan's slender white fingers went deep into the girl's temples and gently picked up Mo Li's cheek.

Two pairs of good-looking eyes look at each other, just like the most beautiful gem in the world.

”Xiao Li, what kind of man do you think Xiao Lin is?”

Looking at the girl, Lin Qingwan said gently, her eyes are pure tenderness.

”Young master Jiang...” with her eyes lowered, the girl blushed and whispered, ”young master Jiang is very gentle...”

If Jiang Lin hears it at this time, it is estimated that he will fly out an old mouthful of blood. Isn't that ”damn assaxi”?

”Anything else?”

He put down his palm from Moli's white and soft cheek, and Lin Qingwan took Moli's little hand.

”Mo Li doesn't know...” Mo Li shook his head. ”For childe Jiang, Mo Li doesn't know much. The time spent together is only one day. But... Moli is very happy... ”

”Yes.”

”It seems that Mo Li can forget everything when he is with Childe Jiang. It seems that he doesn't have to worry about anything. Although childe Jiang is... A little... Frivolous... But.” Finally, the girl raised her head and looked at her favorite Qingwan sister, ”Moli knew that childe Jiang was not like that.”

The girl's words floated slowly in the mountain forest. Looking at the smiling and gentle sister Lin, the girl's cheeks suddenly turned red to the tip of her ears.

”Sister Qingwan... Right...”

”Shh...”

Mo Li [sorry] didn't say it completely, and the girl's slender index finger had been gently pressed on the girl's soft lips.

The Qingwan woman, who was half a head higher than Moli, lowered her head and gently pressed it against Moli's forehead. Her tone was soft, loving and happy:

”Does Moli like him? Do you like Xiao Lin? ”

Listening to her sister Qingwan's words, the girl's body trembled slightly, her heart beat faster, and her breathing had increased quietly.

Eyes have been wet, tears in the eyes quietly rotate, such as the crystal soaked by the snow spring.