Chapter 1667： Festolea

Yang Ling was stunned when he heard the system prompt.

"Special bond? What special bond?"

Who tells me what is going on?

He looked at Festoria with a shocked look. Festoria was already calmer at the moment. She chuckled and said, "Father, what do you look at me like this?"

"Ok……"

Yang Ling said honestly: "The girl looks like a friend of mine."

"friend?"

Festolea said dissatisfied: "Is it just a friend? Nothing else?"

"something wrong!"

"This fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl definitely has a problem. She must know her relationship with the little dragon girl."

Yang Ling thought this way in her heart, and said, "If the girl said this, she would take the liberty to do so. Can you recognize a woman named Long Ruying?"

"do not know."

Festoria replied very simply, but her eyes were obviously dodging, good fellow, this little girl is not very good at lying.

Yang Ling's face was even more weird, while Mo Xiyan next to him said strangely: "Long Ruying? Where did I hear this name..."

Immediately she remembered something, and said with a smile but a smile: "Brother Yang, you said there is a reason to come, is it possible to meet this fellow Daoist?"

Before Yang Ling spoke, Festolea lightly hummed: "He is here to see me, can't he?"

"Ugh?"

As soon as these words came out, several people were taken aback, but they saw Fustoriaa stepping forward and standing abruptly between Yang Ling and Mo Xiyan, humming: "Wild woman, stay away from him!"

"Wild, wild woman?!"

"Who are you talking about!"

Mo Xiyan's forehead bounced with blue veins, and Fustolea said naturally, "It's you!"

"Your reincarnation sects are all small waves!"

Seeing Yang Ling, Mo Xiyan, and Yang Xiaoxuan staring at him with widened eyes, Fustoria realized that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly covered her mouth, then hummed softly: "I mean always close to me... Yang Ling's women are all small waves!"

eccentric!

It's weird!

This time, not only did Yang Ling feel more and more weird, but Mo Xiyan also had a strange "color" on his face.

She frowned and said: "First of all, our Samsara Sect does have some small waves, but they are only a part, not all!"

"Second, did I say that I belong to the reincarnation sect?"

"Third, why do you know that Fellow Daoist Yang is called Yang Ling?"

"Uh……"

Fustoria's small face "showed" an embarrassing "color", but she offered the beauty's biggest killer move, pretending to be stupid.

She giggled and said, "This girl knows astronomy and geography, and you can figure out your identities with a pinch, how!"

"Believe you will have a ghost."

Several people in Yang Ling made it clear that they didn't believe it, but the female cultivation was superb and seemed to have no malice, so she couldn't justify doing it.

In addition, Yang Ling felt a kind of intimacy towards her for no reason. It was a feeling of inexplicability.

Since this woman didn't want to say, he could only check it by himself. It seemed that the little girl seemed quite innocent and lovely, so it shouldn't be difficult to find out.

Now one thing can be confirmed, she is definitely related to Xiaolongnu!

Thinking of this, Yang Ling looked at the two demon crocodiles standing far behind him who dared not approach, smiled lightly: "Girl, these two are your men, right?"

"The scales between the female'sex' demon crocodile's neck were you giving her?"

Festolea looked at these two people, but there was a witty smile in her eyes.

"Yes, I prefer reptiles. As for the dragon scale..."

auzw.com "I found it!"

After saying this, he suddenly took Yang Ling's arm and giggled and said, "Don't talk about this, Yang Ling, will you cook for me?"

"what?"

Several people looked at this woman more and more weird, and Yang Ling said amused: "Girl, it seems that I am the guest, why should I cook for you?"

"why?"

After hearing this, Festolea pursed her lips and whispered: "Because you owe me."

"owe you?"

"What do I owe you?"

Yang Ling was really at a loss, but Festoria refused to say: "I want you to cook it for me! Or else..."

"Otherwise, they will ignore you!"

What and what!

Yang Ling looked at this "sexual" blond girl, and was speechless for a while, while Mo Xiyan said with no anger, "Brother Yang, it seems that this girl likes you very much."

"Sister Xiaoxuan and I won't bother you. Let's walk around first..."

Yang Xiaoxuan also bowed slightly to Yang Ling, but left the living room with Mo Xiyan.

"Count your acquaintances."

Festoria had no hospitality, and said to the middle-aged beauty "women" at the door: "Eileen, accompany the two girls, and take these two idiot crocodiles by the way."

"It's... Master."

The middle-aged beauty "woman" called Yilin gave Yang Ling a curious look, but left with the two devil crocodiles.

Seeing that the two demon crocodiles looked relieved, it seemed that they didn't need to die...

Fustolea chuckled and took Yang Ling's hand and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the kitchen!"

Helpless, Yang Ling had no choice but to bite the bullet in order to find out who this little girl was.

After a while, there is a restaurant in the palace.

Looking at the girl sitting at the table eating noodles, Yang Ling felt more and more that Fustolea looked like a little dragon girl.

The manner of eating is almost printed in a mold, and I don’t know if it’s an illusion. Yang Ling thinks this little girl looks a bit like herself, especially her nose.

"Ah, it's so delicious!"

"Ding, you have fulfilled Fustolea's wish to eat your own noodles, and the wish is worth +1."

Festolea put down the bowl contentedly and giggled: "Will you cook for me every day from now on?"

Yang Ling said earnestly: "Don't talk about this, Leya, here is the two of us, let's talk about it, who are you?"

Liya blushed, but hummed softly: "I won't tell you!"

"Anyway, I am a woman who is owed by you!"

Yang Ling is not a good-tempered person, he said angrily: "This is the first time we met? Why do I owe you?"

"Just put it straight, I've been reincarnated, I'm not the person from the previous life! You all count on me one by one!"

"Past life?"

Liya said angrily, "Who said it has something to do with your previous life?"

"Anyway, you owe me, you bad guy, take care of it!"

"you!"

Yang Ling raised his hand and was about to slap the unobstructed little girl, but just after she made a move, Liya screamed and ran away, standing not far away and said pitifully, "Don't dare to talk back. ……do not hit me."

A great monk at the peak of innateness actually made such a move, which really made Yang Ling speechless.

This little aggrieved expression is like a little girl scolded by her elders.

"Wait, little girl, elder?"

A ray of light flashed in Yang Ling's mind, and a strange "color" appeared in his eyes looking at Liya.

He seemed to vaguely thought of a possibility...