What's Wrong With Being A Salted Fish?

Let Me See 7

"I..." Su Ziqi started to speak, but the words stuck in his mouth.

Yes, I am no longer his apprentice.

"Excuse me for being blunt, but instead of worrying about other people's lives, you should practice your sword skills first. I'm sorry, I can't keep you company. Bye!" Lu Mian now felt that Su Ziqi was extremely annoying and didn't want to say a few more words to him.

Only Su Ziqi was left standing there awkwardly, looking at the others, not knowing what to do.

After Lin Zhuo and Cang Yunze finished talking, he leisurely ran to the table and sat down. He hooked his fingers at Qi Zhixing, who cooperated by lowering his head.

Lin Zhuo touched his chin, then his head, and rubbed his face.

Not only did Qi Zhixing not resist, but there was also a suspicious blush on his face.

Cang Yunze was stunned: No, buddy, you didn't even resist?

Cang Yunze hesitated and sat down at the table with great hesitation. He still had some conscience, so after sitting down, he told Su Ziqi to turn around by himself, as he and Lin Zhuo had something to discuss.

Su Ziqi bit his lip and wanted to sit down, but he found that Qi Zhixing, who was leaning on Lin Zhuo's shoulder, was staring at him. When he was discovered, he curled his lips.

Get out of here!

Qi Zhixing narrowed his eyes and smiled, then spoke to him silently.

Su Ziqi fled in panic.

"Why does he look like he was chased by a dog?" Lin Zhuo turned his head and kissed Qi Zhixing's forehead, saying to 0617 in his heart that this guy smelled particularly good today.

"I don't know." 0617 is acting cute. It's watching TV series. Please don't disturb it.

Cang Yunze choked on a mouthful of tea in his throat. He felt that it was not right to drink it, nor was it right to spit it out.

Damn, I'm feeling a little overwhelmed.

Lin Zhuo picked up the snack that Cang Yunze brought, tasted it and found it was delicious, so he pinched another one and stuffed it into Qi Zhixing's mouth.

"What's your name, sir?" Cang Yunze put down the teacup. He understood clearly that he shouldn't drink this tea.

He pointed at Qi Zhixing, whose name he didn't even know.

"Zhi Xing." Lin Zhuo said.

"Brother Zhi." It always felt weird when Cang Yunze called him that.

"Puff." Lin Zhuo pinched Qi Zhixing's thigh hard under the table, and his body trembled a little.

"What's wrong?" Cang Yunze wondered, was there something wrong with the way he called out? And wasn't it just the other person's last name that was the problem?

Qi Zhixing took a deep breath and tensed his expression: "Brother, you can call me whatever you want."

"When are you going to tell Master?" Cang Yunze asked Lin Zhuo so that he could prepare himself mentally.

"Maybe in a few days." Lin Zhuo said, and suddenly he remembered something: "Brother, are you going to attend the Haiyue Ceremony in a few days?"

The Haiyue Ceremony is a spontaneous competition among the various sects in the world of cultivation. It is designed to give young talents from each sect a chance to compete. It is also a good opportunity to find out the level of disciples from other sects and get to know other sects.