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The First Champion Chapter 549

Huang Xuanzhi's little girl raised her chin slightly, her eyes turned around, and her eyes lingered around her generous cousin, obviously she was very close.

The little Taoist nun who was watching from the side gritted her teeth tightly, her lips were so pouty that the oil bottle was hanging on it. It was the nature of girls at this age to be jealous, especially when they first met a man like Yang Lin.

Surrounded by young girls on one side and one on the right, Yang Lin was at ease, with warm and clear eyes, neither neglecting one, nor being too ambiguous about the other, the more he looked like this, the more the two little girls clinged to him.

In the evening, Yang Lin proposed to climb Cuiwei Mountain, and sent Little Aunt Lingyun back by the way.

Halfway through the climb, Huang Xuanzhi was a little tired, so she waited in the small building, and Yang Lin asked Lu Qian to leave a dozen people to guard her.

Upstairs, Huang Xuanzhi poked her head, watching the two of them suddenly regretted her laziness, and couldn't help saying: "Cousin, come back soon."

Yang Lin nodded with a smile, Ling Yunqiong wrinkled her nose and snorted coldly.

Without Huang Xuanzhi, the little cousin, the atmosphere suddenly became different. Lingyun deliberately pretended to be a little adult, and said: "I didn't expect that you would dare to see my father. You are somewhat responsible. You can go back. My father is very fierce." of."

"I'm going back, what do you do, what do you do when he hits you?"

"Just hit me, my father will not hit me hard." Ling Yun stuck out his little tongue and said with a smile.

"Then I can't bear it." Yang Lin seemed to say such a sentence unintentionally. The little Taoist nun was a little sullen, but when she turned her head, she saw a very natural expression on his face, as if he had said it unintentionally. A red cloud climbed up the fragrant cheeks.

"You...do you know who my father is? He will really beat you." The little nun didn't want Yang Lin to send her off again. Her heart was beating like a rattle. She was a little afraid of being beaten Yang Lin heard it.

"Just hit it, anyway, I won't let him hit you."

So domineering... The little nun couldn't figure it out anymore, all kinds of unprecedented thoughts made her a little confused.

At this time, I happened to pass a narrow path, the road to Shangqing Palace was very narrow, and it was difficult for two people to walk side by side.

The green trees were overcast and the breeze was lingering. Yang Lin very naturally held the little nun's hand and led her away.

The little Taoist nun blushed as if bleeding, she twitched lightly, but did not break free anymore.

Feeling the strength of her hand, Yang Lin thought to himself, this is considered to be won.

He turned around suddenly, the little Taoist nun was out of her mind and didn't pay attention, and bumped into him.

Covering her head and groaning, the little Taoist nun was even more ashamed, so strong... Feeling Yang Lin's chest, the little Taoist nun had never been so close to such a young man in her life.

Yang Lin picked her up, supported her little buttocks, and leaned her back against a towering ginkgo tree, um, so tender.

He lowered his head and kissed lightly, on the soft and fragrant cherry lips.

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A few strands of red sunset streamed out from the sunset, passing through the tree-lined path, and sprinkled on the faces of the two people.

This unreal scene opened a wonderful door in the heart of little Taoist Lingyun.

The guards behind hid without any surprise, and Yang Lin was also a little moved.

After leaving Beijing, I have tasted this taste, and my palm slowly slipped down.

When Yang Lin was about to go further, he noticed that the little Taoist nun in his arms was trembling slightly, struggling a little, so he stopped in time.

Yang Shaozai, who has been immersed in the officialdom, is able to do a job with ease, and his methods are precise and precise, just like holding a scalpel. It didn't even take a day to make the little Taoist nun who had no deep experience in the world fall.

The little Taoist nun Lingyun who was carried to the tree by her buttocks and kissed forcibly, her chest was like a beating drum, and her pink neck was drooping. Following Yang Lin's gaze, she was white and smooth, revealing a crisp ruddy blood. A pair of curved eyelashes trembled shyly under the eyelids, and her virginal charm was elegant and moving.

Yang Lin was very satisfied in his heart, and struck while the iron was hot, and asked her to say some love words.

A little Taoist nun from the Shangqing Palace said that Fan's heart was flustered and his emotions were hard to restrain.

After Yang Lin let her down, Lingyun groaned, her legs were already numb after being held up on the tree for so long.

Yang Lin looked at the long mountain road and volunteered, saying that he wanted to carry her up.

Lingyun wanted to object, but Yang Lin glared at him, and immediately his body softened, and his petite body lay on Yang Lin's back.

When it was time to send her to the gate of the palace, Yang Lin let her go. There was a small road around the mountain gate, where several Taoist priests had been waiting.

As soon as he saw them coming, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked: "Little sister, where have you been, the master has lost his temper."

Yang Lin saw that little Taoist Lingyun had a look of fear on her face, coughed lightly, and said, "Lingyun and I discussed the way, and took me to see Changqing."

The Taoist was stunned for a moment, and then he was furious, "Who are you, so arrogant, you dare to call my master by his name!"

Seeing that his sweetheart was being scolded, Lingyun hurried forward and said, "This is Yuanwai Huang's distant cousin, who is devout and sincere, and came here specially to ask to see my father, what are you yelling at?"

Although Huang Yuanwai is a wealthy family, but this Taoist temple is the Shangqing Palace after all, he doesn't care too much. When the little Taoist priest saw his junior sister stretching her arms to protect him, for some reason, he felt sour in his heart.

"Even if Huang Yuan's relatives came, he would not dare to address Master by his first name. He is really uneducated."

When Yang Lin heard this, he felt a little angry. He could tell that this little junior sister was probably in the Shangqing Palace. She was the little goddess of these senior brothers, a person who was used to like a baby. Some can't take it anymore.

"You little disciple and grandson, your words are so ugly, go and call Chang Qing out, and tell him that his uncle is here."

Where did such a thing happen in the Shangqing Palace, someone had already reported it. After a while, Zhang Changqing came out with his hands behind his back. He looked in front of the door and saw Yang Lin.

He hurriedly put his hand back, walked over quickly, and shouted: "Uncle Shi, why are you here?"

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Zhang Changqing led the way happily, and Yang Lin said as he walked, "Why am I here? Why don't I come? Taoism is now in such a state of decline, because you only care about your own practice. Fortunately, I have the great feeling of saving people. I plan to stay in Luoyang for a few more days, spread the Gospel of the Three Purities, and benefit ordinary people, and my people will be in place in a few days."

Zhang Changqing didn't take it seriously when he heard it, but his seniority was there, and it was a great thing for Shangqing Palace, so he flattered him again and again against his will.

Little Aunt Lingyun saw how powerful her sweetheart was, and followed behind happily.Yang Lin glanced casually, felt a hostile gaze from behind, couldn't help thinking of a prank, stopped for a while, then stretched out his hand narrowly, and pinched the buttocks of little Taoist Lingyun.

Ling Yun was so ashamed that he almost fainted, his beautiful eyes turned white again and again, and gave him a big white stare.

The little Taoist priest behind him suddenly stood still and stopped walking...

After drinking a few cups of tea in Shangqing Palace, Yang Lin went down the mountain and came to the small building.

Huang Xuanzhi was sorting the things he bought today, when he saw him coming in, he smiled sweetly and stepped forward, "Cousin, you are back, let's go home."

Yang Lin stepped forward calmly, moved a small stool to the stairs, and asked: "There is a big pile here, and there is a small pile here, how are they divided?"

Huang Xuanzhi was a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "It's for Lingyun, someone will send it to her later, who made her forget it?"

Carrying a lot of things, Huang Xuanzhi walked forward with a smile, but suddenly tripped.

Yang Lin had been prepared for a long time, and hugged her in his arms. Huang Xuanzhi was in a cold sweat from fright, and when he looked up, his "cousin" gave him an affectionate look.

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The table in the small building was covered with a layer of brocade, and the red wood was a little hot after being exposed to the sun for a day.

Yang Lin held a pair of white and smooth ankles, and soon there was a first cry in the small building.