What's Wrong With Being A Salted Fish?

Let Me See 8

On the day of the trip, when Lin Zhuo and Qi Zhixing appeared on the flying spiritual device, it immediately caused quite a commotion.

Compared to the beautiful man who was so popular and didn't like to go out, everyone was obviously more interested in Qi Zhixing who was beside Lin Zhuo.

"Venerable, who is this person to you?"

"Elder Cang, is this also from our sect?"

"I've never seen you before. What's your name? Are you married?"

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The disciples in the team were chattering, and some were even brave enough to ask Cang Yunze if he knew Qi Zhixing's identity.

Cang Yunze chose to remain silent and let them ask Lin Zhuo themselves.

The disciples turned their heads to look at Lin Zhuo, but found that although he had a smile on his face and looked as gentle as usual, they still felt that he was very dangerous.

They swallowed and shook their heads wildly. They were no longer curious. They were not curious at all.

Lin Zhuo smiled and nodded at them, then took Qi Zhixing to the front of the spaceship.

"Are you usually so popular?" Qi Zhixing's tone was natural, but Lin Zhuo inexplicably heard a hint of sourness in it.

"Me? You call this being popular?" Lin Zhuo's eyes curved and he reached out to poke his face.

"Isn't it? I see those disciples in your sect can't wait to cling to you." Qi Zhixing muttered.

"They are curious about you and want to know your identity." Lin Zhuo touched Qi Zhixing's chin, but heard a gasp behind him.

Lin Zhuo looked back, but no one dared to look at him.

When Qi Zhixing mentioned this, his expression changed. Lin Zhuo looked at his happy expression while trying hard to hold back his laughter and couldn't help pinching his face.

"What's that expression? It's so ugly."

Qi Zhixing didn't care about that. He stuck close to Lin Zhuo and asked him softly, "what is my identity?"

Lin Zhuo glanced at him, then straightened his head: "Isn't it the Demon Lord? Is there anything else?"

"You know that's not what I meant!"

"Oh? Then I don't know." Lin Zhuo shook his head with an innocent expression, indicating that he didn't understand what Qi Zhixing meant.

Qi Zhixing stood up straight and was about to bend down to kiss Lin Zhuo, but he heard an exclamation from behind. He couldn't help but sigh that it was troublesome to go out with a large group.

Qi Zhixing used his wide sleeves to block the inquiring eyes behind him, lowered his head and pressed his hand against Lin Zhuo's forehead: "I am your Taoist partner."

"Don't give me that." Lin Zhuo pinched his waist.

"I don't know who stole my flowers?" Lin Zhuo glanced at him and snorted.

He originally didn't know that the person who picked the peeping beauty was Qi Zhixing.

Two days ago, Lin Zhuo thought about going to the spiritual field to pick a few spiritual plants to regulate Qi Zhixing's body so as to lay a foundation for him to take medicine later.

Lin Zhuo wanted to take Qi Zhixing to Lingtian, so he went to the house to find him.

When Lin Zhuo proposed going to Lingtian and asked Qi Zhixing if he wanted to go with them, he saw that Qi Zhixing's expression was very hesitant and a little strange. Without waiting for Qi Zhixing to speak, Lin Zhuo dragged him along on the road.