After crossing into Douluo, I relied on cultivating immortals to counterattack

Chapter 68 He is jealous
"Girl, hello."

"Girl, what a coincidence."

"Girl, is it you again?"

……

"Girl, can I meet you? My name is Will."

When Qingxi met a certain blond boy again in the nth iron shop, he couldn't help but frown.

"What are you doing with me?"

If the first time was a chance encounter and the second time was a coincidence, then the third and fourth time... it was intentional.

Qingxi's voice was as usual, with no hint of emotion or anger, but there was no trace of coldness emanating from her body.

However, Weir seemed not to feel the girl's displeasure. His blue eyes were gentle and affectionate, and paired with his handsome facial features, he charmed many women around him when he smiled.

"I just want to get to know the girl..."

"No need." Qingxi turned around indifferently, and Tver followed her happily, seemingly not discouraged by her rejection.

"Did the girl come here alone? Her voice sounds a bit like someone from the Tiandou Empire. Why did the girl buy so many iron tools... Girl..."

Along the way, his mouth was never idle.

"Shut up!" Qingxi said impatiently, jumped up lightly, flew high into the sky, and went in another direction.

When Weir saw this scene, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he quickly chased Qingxi in the direction in which he flew away.

About a minute later, Qingxi returned to his previous position. Looking at the man's back getting further and further away, he couldn't help but smile with pleasure.

Damn, play tricks with her.

She smiled, walked into the nearby blacksmith shop, and continued to scan the goods.

At dusk, the sound of ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong forging in the entire Gengxin City finally quieted down, and the street lights turned on. The blacksmiths had been busy all day, and they found groups of two and a half to sit down at a roadside restaurant and prepare to drink. One cup.

Hearing from the front desk of the hotel that the roasted whole rabbit in Gengxin City was famous far and wide, Qingxi found a hotel that was packed with people. For a hotel like this, the more people there, the better the food here is.

Qingxi originally planned to go to the second floor, but the waiter in the store said that the second floor was for distinguished customers. After hearing what he said, Qingxi took out the token Guang Ling left for him.

"Is this ok?"

"Martial Soul Hall?!" the waiter exclaimed.

Upon hearing that they were from Wuhun Hall, the originally bustling lobby fell silent for a moment, staring at Qingxi with unkind eyes.

"What's wrong?" Qingxi frowned slightly, not understanding why so many people reacted like this.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, this is my friend." At this moment, a familiar voice sounded.

Weir had a hearty smile on his face, and his palm fell on Qingxi's shoulder, but she ducked sideways.

"It's General Wei..." The waiter's expression softened instantly and he quickly moved out of the way. "Since he is a friend of General Wei, he is naturally a guest of our restaurant. Please come upstairs."

Qingxi frowned, "No need."

She didn't want to owe anyone a favor, and besides, she wasn't welcome here.

Turning around, Qingxi left the hotel and entered the hotel opposite.

"Is it so difficult to chase girls?" Weir scratched his head, smiled helplessly, and quickly followed.

Qingxi sat down and ordered a few dishes. There was rabbit here, but unfortunately she lost interest after tasting it.

Not long after the dishes were served, a familiar figure sat down.

Weir held up his chin, showing a sunny smile with eight teeth, and looked at Qingxi carefully. Even though the other person was wearing a hood, he still couldn't stop his interest in this person.

Judging from her voice, this woman should be around fifteen or sixteen years old. The fact that she was able to intimidate a group of forty or fifty level soul masters at such an age was enough to catch his eye.

Qingxi's fingers pinched the chopsticks with a little force, and they broke into several sections in an instant.

Weir looked at it and quickly and thoughtfully took out a pair of clean chopsticks and handed them to Qingxi, "Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry." Qingxi was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Why do they have such an attitude towards Wuhun Temple? "

"This~" Weir rolled his eyes and approached Qingxi with a bright smile, "Tell me your name first? I'll tell you later."

"Qingxi."

The girl's voice was cold, and the smile on Weir's face became even wider, "My name is Weir, and I am the legitimate son of Prince Weilia of the Star Luo Empire. Nice to meet you, Xiao Xixi."

"Can we say it now?" Qingxi's face turned dark for a moment. I'm afraid she never wants to hear this nickname again in her life.

"Because Wuhun Temple uses power to bully others. They often rely on their high level of soul power to suppress people from the Blacksmith Association..." Speaking of this, Weir became interested. He was originally from the Star Luo Empire, so naturally he didn't like Wuhun Temple. , after describing Wuhun Palace’s crimes, he joked, “But I don’t think you are from Wuhun Palace, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to go to a place like that to eat.”

Qingxi held his chin with one hand, seeming to be thinking about something.

Seeing that she seemed to be distracted, Weir approached cautiously and curiously lowered his head and looked inside the hood to see what this person looked like.

"Fuck! What did you want to do if you stayed there for so long?!" The ice arrow flew directly, penetrated Weir's shoulder, and pinned him firmly to the wall, and the ground instantly froze.

The voice was somewhat familiar, and a flash of light flashed across Qingxi's eyes. He stood up and looked for the voice, and saw an angry young man in mid-air, with a bow and arrow in his hand, and a murderous look in his eyes that was very scary.

This was the first time that Guang Ling was so angry that he cursed someone. When he saw this scene as soon as he arrived, he was instantly shocked. He was filled with chills and full of killing intent.

"Ahem, who are you?" Weir coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the next second, a Contra-level man in black protected him behind him, looking warily at Guang Ling in the air.

"Young Master, be careful, this person is at least a Titled Douluo."

"Light Ling."

Hearing Qing Xi's voice, the tips of Guang Ling's ears trembled slightly, and her ferocious expression froze slightly.

He flew down, grabbed Qingxi's slender waist, and carried him into the air. He drew the bow and arrow in his hand again and pointed it at Weir, "Don't worry, girl. I'll kill these two losers first."

"Why did you kill them?" Qingxi blinked, a little confused.

Did they have a grudge before?

"Because of him..." The anger on Guang Ling's face froze, as if he realized something was wrong with him. What was he doing? ?
It seems that the man really didn't do anything. He just got a little closer to the girl. He just might be interested in the girl.

So what are you doing now?

Jealous?

When she thought of this possibility, the expression on Guang Ling's face instantly froze, and she didn't recover for a long time.

"What's wrong with you?" There was the cold palm of the young man on his waist. Qingxi looked at the dazed young man, frowned slightly, reached out and pinched his cheek, "Recover, Guang Ling."

Guang Ling groaned in pain and looked at the two people with guarded faces. The murderous intent in his eyes slowly faded, and he raised his head arrogantly, "I don't care, I will kill them both."

"But..." Qingxi's eyes fell on the two of them, seeming to be sizing them up.

"But they are too weak. There is no sense of accomplishment in killing them."

"Pfft!" Weir spat out a mouthful of blood angrily.

Compared with the weak, Qingxi prefers to kill those who can threaten his existence.

This was also the reason why Shrek's group of people could live for so long, because she never took them seriously.

"Who did you learn this from?" Guang Ling couldn't help but laugh. Indeed, there was no sense of accomplishment in killing them.

"This is the principle of life." Qingxi said seriously.

"Okay, just listen to the girl." Guang Ling raised the corners of his mouth slightly, tightened his hand around the girl's waist slightly, and looked at Weir contemptuously, "Remember, stay away from my girl when you see her in the future, otherwise..."

The warning was self-evident, and Will's face became paler.

As a man, he could naturally see the young man's thoughts, but did such a young titled Douluo... really exist?

Guang Ling was very satisfied with the man's expression, snorted coldly, hugged Qing Xi, and turned to leave.

(End of this chapter)