Chapter 1,484: Han Ling's Offensive

Xiao You, who had been sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, suddenly opened her eyes. She looked up with beautiful eyes. When she saw the man on the tree, her face suddenly turned cold: "Han Ling?!"

Hearing her name, Han Ling shook his head speechlessly, and jumped down from the tree with a wry smile: "Little girl, didn't you call me Brother Han before? Why did you become Ling in just a short time? ”

"You are so old. In fact, I should call you Grandpa Han." Xiaoyou stood up and deliberately pulled her skirt down.

Hearing this, Han Ling patted the fallen leaves on his body, looked up at the sky, and left Xiaoyou with a slightly sad profile: "Brother's charm will still be there even if it lasts a million years."

"So thick-skinned!"

Xiaoyou turned around and walked towards the house.

"Huh? No matter what, I am still your senior. Is it really appropriate for you to just leave without saying hello?"

Hearing Han Ling's words, Xiao You paused and turned around with a bright smile on his face: "I say this Grandpa Han, although you are a bit older, based on the number of years you have entered Chenyao Sword Sect, you You should call me senior."

"Well……"

Ignoring Han Ling's stiff face, Xiao You smiled with beautiful eyes: "But, respecting the old and loving the young is everyone's responsibility, so I don't care so much..."

Whoosh——

Before Xiaoyou finished speaking, her eyes suddenly flashed, and Han Ling's figure moved out of thin air and flashed in front of her.

Putting his palm lightly on Xiaoyou's forehead, under her astonished gaze, Han Ling came closer and sneered proudly: "Little girl, according to Chenyao Sword Sect, you are just an elder, but I am Deputy Sect Master, is it appropriate for you to talk to me like this?"

Still marveling at Han Ling's weird steps just now, Xiaoyou hurriedly pushed away his big hand, stepped back a little, and said, "What about the deputy sect leader? My master is still the sect leader. If you dare to bully me, immediately Tell him to fire you!"

"Remove me?" Han Ling couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head: "Girl, it seems you haven't figured out the situation yet. As for me, my current strength is far superior to that of the sect leader, let alone the Chenyao Sword Sect. There are other people, and Bai Chen and I have known each other earlier than you. If we are really talking about friendship, I don’t think he would be biased towards you.”

"you……!"

Her beautiful eyes stared angrily at Han Ling's smiling face. Xiaoyou was so angry that she swelled her face, ignored him, slammed the door and walked into the house.

A person stayed outside the door. Han Ling did not leave. Instead, he turned his back to the door and stared at the sky leisurely.

"Sister Xiao, why are you so heartless? It's rare that the sun is shining brightly today. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we had a few drinks and talked about the spring flowers and autumn moon."

Standing in the door, Xiaoyou glared at the unsightly black figure outside the door, thinking that the master had sworn that Han Ling would not attack his companions, but now that he was here, what the heck!

"Oh~ Sister Xiao, look how naughty the wild crane is today. It actually flew into the sky and turned into a golden phoenix..."

Jin, you big-headed ghost!

"Tsk, there is also a floating cloud on the other side, which actually reflects the vast green mountains and turns into a pair of arms, as if it wants to embrace your green mountains into its arms..."

are you crazy!

Xiaoyou hated Han Ling very much in her heart, but she didn't say anything out loud, silently listening to his nonsense outside.

"Ouch! I, Han, finally understand. It turns out that the wild crane is dancing gracefully, cheering for us, and the clouds in the sky stretch out their arms, just like I fell in love with you at first sight. Watching from a distance is not to be played with... …”

"You're going to die!"

Hearing the words "love at first sight", Xiaoyou suddenly became furious and pulled the door open.

"Uh..." Looking at Xiao You's red little face, Han Ling relieved himself from the embarrassment, coughed twice, and then put on a sad look: "Sister Xiao, if one day, I really die, you Are you willing to give me a kiss before I close my eyes and die?"

boom!

The door was closed again.

Xiaoyou came to the table angrily, filled a cup of herbal tea with trembling palms and gritted teeth.

And at this moment, Han Ling's mean voice sounded outside the door again: "If I die protecting you, will you always keep me in your heart and never forget me..."

"Go to hell! Old scumbag!"

A cup broke through the window and hit Han Ling in the face.

Seeing this, Han Ling narrowed his eyes with a smile, raised his palm to catch the cup, and then looked at the faint lip prints on the cup. He was suddenly fascinated and could not express his feelings: "The fairy's sleeves are floating, smelling the fragrance of musk orchids, and the lotus clothes." If you want to move, listen to the sonorous sound of the ring. The dimples are smiling with spring peaches, the clouds are piled in green buns, the lips are blooming with cherry blossoms, and the pomegranate teeth are fragrant. "

Oh my God……!

Xiaoyou has met many suitors in the Zixia Empire before, but this is definitely the first time she has met someone like Han Ling.

Moreover, she didn't think that Han Ling, an old man like him, really had true feelings for her. He was just a scumbag who saw one after another. Women were probably no different from objects in his eyes.

And, to take a step back, even if Uncle Han was really interested in her, she wouldn't accept it.

Because she didn't have any good impression of him at all, all she had was an outpouring of disgust!

Holding the porcelain cup in his hand, Han Ling gently rolled the lip print on the cup with his fingertips. He was actually inspired to write poetry, and he sang loudly and uninterruptedly: "The slender waist is graceful, dancing in the wind and snow, the pearls and jade are shining, and the forehead is full of goose yellow. Appearing among the flowers, she is angry and happy, wandering on the pond, flying and soaring. Looking back and frowning, she is about to speak but does not speak, and her lotus steps move suddenly, waiting to stop but wanting to go. I envy her good quality, as clear as ice and jade, and I envy her colorful clothes, shining like clouds and mountains..."

…

That day, Han Ling stayed outside Xiaoyou's door, reciting poems in an endless stream, and his offensive of admiration and pursuit, one after another, endless, making Xiaoyou hide in the quilt, covering her ears, but still roaring in her ears.

Night.

Xiaoyou made a bitter face, walked all the way with worry, and came to Baichen's door again.

"Xiaoyou, come in."

Baichen's voice, still flat, came from the room.

Hearing this, Xiaoyou smiled bitterly, gritted his teeth, and pushed the door open.